The Art Of Goldsmithing

You may address me as The Artificer, young one. I abandoned my previous name when the great city of Eldre'thalas fell millennia ago. Wandering the wilds of Kalimdor ever since, I share my wisdom with individuals of the mortal races I deem worthy of receiving it. This friend that sent you here - he is among the chosen I have tutored, as incredible as it may sound. It seems his love for the craft didn't wane over time, however. Assuring to hear.

You wish to be taught the secrets of century-old goldsmithing techniques, passed on between races, civilizations, and generations? Prove your skills to me. Show me how well you can hear the blood of the earth sing.

Stay persistent. Those willing to fail have proven themselves over and over again to be aspiring virtuosos of this craft.

Impressive, such profound cuts and grinding work. Anyone can see the blood, sweat and tears you've poured into the creation of these. The life one breathes into their artworks is just as important as the technical steps taken. Jewelry without a soul is just a product and an affront to the integrity of the craft's millenia old legacy.

But you've proven that your heart beats in harmony with Azeroth, attuning yourself to its essence and channeling that energy into your art. As my new pupil, please allow me to pass my sacred knowledge unto you. You have earned it.

Oh, and should you ever see any of my former pupils again, tell them they can visit me anytime - I suppose some company can't hurt after a few years.