Stormrage Hands

You have claimed the garments of Stormrage, <class>. I can sense Nature itself in you, yet it seems rather dim. Perhaps the ones you carry are not suited for the tasks you are willing to perform.

<Kazud hums for a few seconds.>

Hand it here and tell me, are you true to your nature?

Choose carefully, your decision is final.

Winds blow your way, it seems Nature adores you.