Dearest Gallitrea

I've had multiple pupils in the past centuries, and frankly I've lost count on how many there were. One, however, will always remain vividly in my mind and heart. A young elf, one of fair skin like I haven't seen before. Her curiosity and eagerness for goldsmithing was unparalleled, attributes I admired about her juvenile spirit.

She approached the art without bias and took it for what it was - the expression of heart and soul. When she finished her final project, a staff of significant quality, the winds of adventure swept her away - away from me. While I had hoped she would return to me one day, for even as much as a visit, reuniting with her sadly never occurred.

Her presence - and lack thereof - left a mark on me, for I insist any of my future pupils share her clear sight on the craft. Show you that you can follow her example.

Sometimes I find myself sentimental at the thought of her whereabouts. Yet it is fruitless to worry about her, albeit difficult to supress.

<The Artificer is surprisingly solemn at the view of your pieces. A soft chuckle escapes him, before turning back to you.>

Thank you. I am glad you sought me out. Here, I will share with you something Gallitrea designed during my tutelage.