[Tue Nov 28 10:59:19 2017] Logging to 'eqlog.txt' is now *ON*.
[Tue Nov 28 10:59:20 2017] You say, 'Hail, Sirtha Scarscale'
[Tue Nov 28 10:59:20 2017] Sirtha Scarscale eyes you intently. 'So, yet another hatchling approaches us. I am known as Sirtha and that is Sarth. We are of [Rile's] children. Who do you call your father, broodling?'
[Tue Nov 28 10:59:23 2017] You say, 'Rile's'
[Tue Nov 28 10:59:24 2017] Sirtha Scarscale says, 'Very good. We are smiths for the Crusaders of the Greenmist and I shall make [armor] for you, provided you prove your worth. Fail these simple tasks, and you shall not be worthy to bear the title of crusader!'
[Tue Nov 28 10:59:31 2017] You say, 'armor'
[Tue Nov 28 10:59:31 2017] Sirtha Scarscale says, 'I will make [helms], [gauntlets], [boots], and [vambraces]. My broodmate shall make the bracers, greaves, masks, and breastplate.'