Chương 40: Parts and Puzzles 1

Now bearing a less troublesome name, it was a simple matter for Fizzy to double back to the customs checkpoint and get that traveller's visa issued. Mr. Wigglebrass did not seem surprised upon her return, nor was he exactly thrilled about it. He could tell the golem was attempting some form of legal gymnastics, and that was just fine. The Kingdom's laws and bureaucratic processes were needlessly complicated in his professional opinion, so he welcomed any loophole that saved him time and effort.

Assuming there was no malice involved, of course, which seemed to be the case with Fizzy as far as he could tell. So, identification papers in hand, the golem double-backed to Steelhead's administrative center so she could finish the process of binding Tony to her service. That was when she ran into a rather unexpected hurdle.

"I don't suppose you have any blood, do you?"

"Uh…" That question was thrown at the golem upon her return to the police headquarters' detention facility. The entire place was underground, occupying several basement levels. That included the office Fizzy had stepped into. It was a dark, dank, and dingy room with a single light dangling from the ceiling and barely any furniture aside from a few storage cabinets and two desks - one for each person stationed here.

The one who asked that question was a thirty-something gnome that was somehow both balding and frazzle-haired, making his head resemble an exploded bird's nest. He was wearing a stained and scorched blacksmith's apron over an overstuffed tool belt and wore a set of many-lensed spectacles typically associated with jewelers and tinkerers. This was a far cry from the blue uniform associated with local law enforcement, such as the one worn by the fat dwarf sitting in the corner and quietly sipping on his mug.

Though he kept a curious eye on the golem, he seemed entirely unbothered by the messy gnome's presence or outburst, implying a sense of familiarity. Fizzy could not relate as she hadn't seen the guy when she was first here about an hour ago, hence her being unsure of how to respond to that question.

"Blood!" he repeated himself.

"Do you have it or not?!"

"It's for the obedience collar," the dwarf called out.

"Mordin here's been losing his mind over it since you dropped by earlier."

"Uh… Okay?" the golem raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, you can take some from Jess here."

"Wait, what? No way!" The blondie had been tagging along the whole time, mostly out of a sense of obligation. She respected Fizzy as a senior Artificer and felt indebted to her after all the help she'd received in New Whitehall. That was why she had put up with the construct's eccentricities for so long. That and she also wanted to know how this whole shield-serf thing would pan out. She'd come too far to not see it through. However, having her blood volunteered like this was a bit too much.

"No, no, I need yours," the guy pointed at Fizzy.

"You're the one who wants to shield-serf the Scalper, right?"

"Right."

"I need to imprint his obedience collar with your mana signature, and I can't do that without your blood."

"Ah." The golem finally understood what he was getting at. This wasn't the first time she'd heard about this sort of thing. Some magic items required a blood-bond with their users, typically to facilitate some remote-operated feature or function. A good example of this were the twin axes Tony used against her a few days back. Fizzy hadn't gotten around to having those analyzed yet, but common sense dictated they needed such a bond in order to teleport back into the hobgoblin's hands after he threw them.

In retrospect, she should have expected this obedience collar they were going to put on the greenskin would require something like that too. From what Fizzy understood of its function, it translated verbal commands into Quest-like magical contracts that were forced upon its wearer, and failure to adhere to those was typically met with decapitation.

The blood-binding was necessary to ensure that only the rightful owner had the authority to do so, and without it the obedience collar was little more than a clunky choker.

"Yeah, I don't have blood," she bluntly told the technician.

"What about spit?" Mordin pressed.

"Or sweat? Oil, maybe?"

"Oh, so it doesn't have to be blood?"

"No. Blood is just the norm. Easiest to work with. Any bodily fluid will work."

"Good to know, but I'm a golem. I don't do bodily fluids."

"I thought as much. Couldn't hurt to double-check. Unique construct. Had to cover bases. Eliminate variables. Still, this presents an issue. Standard mana imprinting process is based on alchemical principles, designed to work with fluids."

"So… why don't you use a non-standard process that doesn't need fluids?" Mordin's eyes widened behind his multifocal eyewear.

"Of course! Rather than worry about securing fluids, I should be thinking of alternative imprinting methods. It's so obvious! Hmm. But what to use? Slipcog casting method? Never done it with mithril before, should work in theory." At this point the technician was just rambling to himself. Fizzy wasn't sure if she should interrupt his train of thought. On one hand he was working out a solution to her issue, but at the same time she didn't like where this was going.

"No, bad idea," he shook his head.

"Melting point of mithril too high, would warp the mould. Need to work cold… What about transplanting the arcane matrix via resonance cascade? Yes, yes! Easily done, but will require several attempts. Trial and error. May I have a sample to work with?" he turned back to the golem.

"A sample of what?"

"You. Normally I'd ask for body tissue, but spare parts in this case."

"I see. Uhm, how much do you need?"

"Not much. Mithril conducts magic very well. Should have solid mana signature imprint from golem core. Something small would be sufficient. Size of finger nail, at least."

"That I can do. Jess?"

"Hm? What's up?" The blondie was so engrossed by her reflection in the back of Fizzy's head that she wasn't paying attention to the conversation.

"You still have that arm part I gave you?"

"Oh, of course. Here it is." She pulled out the 'control rod' from earlier.

"Great. Hold it still for a second." The golem reached for the mechanical assembly at the top of the bent rod. This used to be her wrist joint, but it was so badly mangled that it was impossible to repair even for her metal-healing trick. It might buff out some dents and scratches, but wouldn't help reattach the bits that had fallen off completely. The whole wrist joint would likely need to be melted down and rebuilt from scratch, so giving away a tiny bearing was no big deal.

The golem deftly popped one such component off the mechanical assembly and presented it to Mordin. The technician reached into his apron's front pocket for some tweezers and carefully picked it up, then held it up to his face. He adjusted the lens array on his spectacles a few times as he studied the delicate object for about a minute or so in dead silence.

"Mordin," the dwarf in the corner spoke up.

"Hm? What?"

"You're doing the thing again."

"Oh, my apologies," he lowered the bearing.

"From a family of jewelers, couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship. Even damaged, it is an exquisite piece of mithril."

"Obviously. It came from me, didn't it?"

"Quite so, quite so. In any event, this should be more than sufficient. I will still require one to three days to prepare the obedience collar. Recommend you prepare payment in the meantime."

"Yeah… So, about that…" Fizzy hesitated for a bit. She only just realized nobody had mentioned anything about money until now. Normally the topic would have come up already, but everyone she'd spoken to previously had more pressing matters on their mind. Such as 'Holy shit, a sentient mithril golem in the shape of a cute girl.' Regardless, she never expected this whole thing would be free, but at the same time dreaded the answer to her first question.

"How much… are we talking, exactly?"

"Not familiar with exact pricing. Officer Widefist?" The gnome turned to his dwarven colleague, who grunted in dissatisfaction. He set down the mug of spiked ice tea he'd been nursing and pulled a bookmarked catalogue from his desk.

"Let's see," he leafed through it.

"A human-sized obedience collar is 899 GP on its own. That doesn't include the 89 GP service charge for installation, the 149 GP licensing fee, or the mandatory five-year insurance plan for 299 GP. Oh, also you'll need a permit for employing a shield-serf, which is… uh… 29 GP per month or 369 per year. That's without taxes, by the way. I can give you an exact number in a bit, but you're looking at a little over 2, 000 gold altogether." That pricing ticked Fizzy off.

Most of the charges seemed to be blatantly tacked on and she couldn't help but be annoyed how the yearly permit was actually more expensive than a year's worth of monthly permits. And what was the point of having this tax being separate rather than already included? Not to mention how everything ended in a 9. What in Melissa's sprinkled donut did that accomplish besides mess up what should have been clean and easy math? It all seemed so ludicrous that it was as if Boxxy had come up with the pricing.

"So can you afford that?" the officer pressed her.

"Kind of. I mean, I can cover that cost, but… Give me a minute to think, yeah?"

"Take your time," the dwarf went back to his drink. Those other misgivings aside, the total amount was a problem in and of itself. Fizzy left Azurvale with about 4, 000 gold pieces, which was the combined value of her personal finances and that treasure chest she 'borrowed' from the shapeshifter's hoard. She'd spent about 500 of that so far, but was unable to claim the 800 GP bounty on Tony's head since she wasn't going to turn him in to the authorities.

So, in retrospect, she'd be losing out on roughly 2, 800 GP to make him a shield-serf. This was a significant financial setback that would leave her with only 1, 500 GP left to pursue her goals. It was more than enough to cover her minuscule travel expenses, but she still had to get her arm fixed and also wanted to set up a workshop further down the line. The golem imagined she'd need at least ten times her current budget to get all of that in order.

Then again, maybe two or three thousand wasn't that big a deal in the grand scheme of things. It was a huge sum if taken on its own, but only a small fraction of the significant fortune Fizzy would require altogether. It was also an investment, of sorts. The golem was intending to do odd jobs and mercenary work to raise funds, and having Tony as a shield-serf could potentially double that income.

And if the greenskin expired or had to be put down, Fizzy could still recuperate some of her losses by claiming the bounty on his head and returning the obedience collar. None of that even factored in the undeniable fact that monster-hunting by one's lonesome was a terrible idea. The more Fizzy thought about it, the more worthwhile this endeavor seemed, so the decision was obvious.

"Yeah, I can afford it," she declared.

"Alright. Then fill and sign this here form and we can get started." The dwarf took out a sheet of paper from his desk and set it out for the golem. She clomped over and gave it a once-over. Didn't seem like there was anything tricky or suspicious about it, so she filled out as best she could on the spot. The only sticking point was that she needed to give a permanent place of residence. It was mostly a formality, but a required one. Fizzy ended up putting down Keira's address back in Azurvale. It was…

the only one she knew off the top of her head. She returned the form to officer Widefist, who checked it over with mild surprise on his face. He wasn't expecting a golem's handwriting to be so clean and elegant.

"Looks in order," he put it away.

"Like Mordin said, you can come back in a few days to collect your new meat shield."

"Great. I'll pop in tomorrow, then. Also, would you happen to know where the nearest Mercenary Guild office is?" Both the gnome technician and his dwarven colleague looked a bit uncomfortable upon hearing that question, but the latter nevertheless answered.

"North end of town, right by the city gates."

"Thank you. Come on, Jess."

"S-sure thing. Bye, you guys!" The two of them briskly walked out of the building and into Steelhead's lowest street level. A sea of heads turned to Fizzy's direction the instant she appeared, same as always. Nobody actually stopped to gawk or ask questions, though. Gnomish culture was steeped in schedules and routines. People had places to be and things to do, and interacting with the strange golem and its presumed owner was not on the agenda. Nor was Fizzy looking to entertain strangers right now.

She'd spent so long submitting herself to bureaucratic nonsense that the sun was already setting. The whole affair had exhausted her mentally.

"So, you're going to the Mercenary Guild then?" Jess inquired.

"No. Not yet, at least. I need some quiet time to think, figure some things out."

"Well, I'm getting rather hungry myself. I saw this nice restaurant earlier, it looked pretty fancy. Want to see if we can get a private booth, maybe talk shop a bit? My treat!"

"Uh…" The golem was a bit stuck. Accepting the invitation was the polite thing to do, but-"Oh! That sounds like fun!" Plus cut in while Fizzy hesitated.

"We should do that." Why? We can't eat food, remember?

"True, but if it's a fancy place in a big gnomish city they might have a golem washing service." I am pretty grimy still, now that you mention it. She wasn't actually that dirty, but Fizzy considered herself in need of cleaning at any time that she wasn't completely spotless. That and, honestly speaking, a bit of intellectually stimulating conversation sounded nice after all that drudgery. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it's taken without the author's consent. Report it.

"Sure, why not?"

"Great! Now, I think it was just a few blocks this way…" The establishment was located in minutes and, much as the gnome said, was quite the upscale joint. It was called The Mithril Cog and had a sharply dressed bouncer in front and everything. It honestly seemed like they didn't let just anyone in. Thankfully for Jess, her companion was a one-of-a-kind golem that might as well have been the establishment's mascot.

With a fitting status symbol like that, she was not only let in without question, but also given the royal treatment. Several handsome waiters in mithril-threaded vests greeted her at the door and guided her to a private booth before she could even say anything. They also gave Fizzy one of the most efficient shine-jobs she'd ever gotten, leaving her absolutely glistening in less than a minute.

The golem instantly felt better about all those hours wasted on loopholes and red tape, and was in a pretty good mood by the time she and Jess arrived at their table. The private booth was covered in silky-smooth tapestries, cushions, and curtains, all of them a rich shade of wine-like red. The cutlery laid out glistened like mithril, as did the little bell for summoning a waiter whenever the VIP customer needed anything.

All of this might have overwhelmed the poor gnome previously, but after basking in Fizzy's splendor for so long, she felt right at home. At least until she saw the prices on the menu, at which point she became almost as white as her salad fork. She calmed down soon after, though. She decided this whole thing would serve as her celebration after completing that extremely lucrative contract with the Republic, and as such she deserved to spoil herself a bit and feel like a princess for a few hours.

That and she reminded herself that her companion didn't need food, so 'treating' her wouldn't cost extra.

"What a ripoff." Yet said companion seemed dissatisfied with something as she held up a piece of shiny cutlery.

"What's wrong, Fizzy?"

"It's these forks. They're not real mithril."

"I… would certainly hope not. Can you imagine how expensive that would be?"

"I can. That's why I was hoping I could swipe these and have them melted down for my arm."

"You know, I imagine that sort of attitude is also a big reason why they're not real mithril."

"Fair point. Still feel disappointed, but could be worse," she put the dining implement down.

"At least Boxxy isn't here. It would flip its lid if it saw these knock-offs."

"Hm? Who's Boxxy?"

"Uhhh, nobody you know. Forget I said anything."

"Oh… kay? Regardless, I've been meaning to ask you something, if you don't mind."

"Sure, go ahead."

"You mentioned you were going to try and get in with the Ritz, right?"

"Eventually, yes," the golem nodded.

"How are you planning to do that? Since you haven't graduated from there you'd need to do something big to prove you belong there."

"Oh, I've got something big, alright," Fizzy flashed a cocky grin.

"It'll take a while to put it together, but I've been working out the details in my head for a few weeks now. My tenure is guaranteed if I can finish a working prototype. They like that sort of thing at the Ritz, from what I hear."

"That they do. What kind of device are we talking about, though?"

"So, you know cannons, right?"

"Of course." Jess had chosen Flamespitter as her Artificer specialization, which meant she was naturally familiar with any device whose primary function required some form of combustion. This included cannons, though most of the world didn't see much value in them. This was partly because there were no Jobs or Skills to bolster a cannon's range, accuracy, or damage.

The same went for other siege weapons such as catapults or trebuchets, but those could be easily mass-produced and didn't require expensive and unstable blast powder to operate. None of that was even factoring in that having Casters specialized in magical bombardment was a much simpler and more versatile option than any stationary siege weapon. Of course, all of that was subject to change.

More efficient designs and manufacturing methods were sure to become available as technology advanced, and it was only a matter of time before something like a Cannoneer or Gunner Job was discovered. For the moment, however, cannons were little more than a novelty rarely seen outside of the Kingdom.

"I'm working on one that uses magnetic coils to propel its payload," Fizzy revealed.

"Now, it will have to be pretty big and heavy, but you don't need to fuss with blast powder. You'd just have a Wizard or Shaman or something charge the battery with their lightning magic between shots."

"Interesting. Can magnets actually propel objects as well as blast powder?"

"These ones will. You see-" Fizzy then went into a long and highly detailed lecture on the magical and mechanical principles her weapon was going to employ. She relayed her ideas and plans in a way that Jess could fully understand even though she knew very little of the Arclight side of the Job. The golem's one-woman audience was so captivated by the fifteen minute long presentation that she completely forgot to order any food. This was the first time since their reunion that Jess had seen Fizzy look so… alive.

Her passion for her craft oozed out of every fervent word, animated expression, and wild gesture. Sure, her shiny shell was nice to look at, but there was something in her borderline manic demeanor that really spoke to Jess as a fellow inventor and tinkerer. It made the gnome wish this conversation would carry on for the entire evening, hence why she kept asking questions she probably didn't need to.

"So assuming all that works, what kind of range do you expect to achieve?" was one of them.

"Oh, this is the best part," Fizzy boasted.

"According to my calculations, under optimal firing conditions my baby will be able to cover a distance of up to…" she paused for dramatic effect, " sixteen kilometers." Jess's eyes opened so wide that they looked as if they were about to fall out of their sockets and into her gaping mouth. That sort of range was unheard of, not just for cannons, but for any weapon or offensive Spell. Even legendary snipers like the late Milo Faehorn could only reach about two, maybe three kilometers.

"Nice, huh?" the golem puffed out her chest.

"At that stage, you don't even need an explosive payload. Even a solid block of steel would leave a crater behind if it impacted with that much kinetic force. Granted that's all in theory, but even the most conservative projections should blow any other existing siege equipment out of the water."

"Dat do be soundin' deadly." Fizzy and Jess froze upon hearing that voice, then slowly turned their heads to confirm what seemed unbelievable at first. The Scalper was right there in the booth with them, leaning against its darkest corner while still clad in that big cloak he'd been forced to wear earlier. It took a few moments for the shock to wear off, after which the golem lunged at the hobgoblin fully intent to put a hole through his groin.

"Woah, easy there!" The greenskin threw up his hand, revealing he was unshackled and unarmed. He also didn't have any weapons on him. The clear act of surrender halted Fizzy's fist mid-nut-punch. She studied the hob for a few tense seconds before she confirmed he showed no signs of hostile intent. Only then did she pull back, though she remained on her guard.

"What are you doing out of your cell, Tony?"

"Funny thing, dat," he leaned against the wall again.

"De fat dwarf, he came to me with dis other tiny pink-skin. Female, I think. Lots of black hair, white-and-yellow robe. Dey took me out of my cell, took me shackles off, and shoved me into da sewer tunnels."

"Really. They just let you go like that? No paperwork or anything?"

"Oh, yah. De black one said dey gonna claim I escaped durin' some kind o' transfer or somethin', den told de fat one to trick you with de same lie."

"Wow. And they just admitted that out loud?"

"Pink-skins say funny things when dey think you can't understand dem."

"Right… but why, though? Why would anyone do any of that?"

"Why you think, boss? You s'pose to be smart," he grinned.

"You figure it out." It really wasn't that difficult, assuming Tony was telling the truth about his escape and his Mercenary Guild contacts. Fizzy didn't know enough to accept or refute his claims, but his story certainly seemed plausible. How else would he have escaped so quickly and without any alarms, injuries, or other signs of a struggle? Also, she couldn't tell since her nose was just for decoration, but the way Jess was pinching hers implied the guy reeked quite bad, presumably of sewers.

It was honestly rather incredible he managed to sneak in here like that, though his presence raised another bevy of questions. The how and when of him pulling that off were high on the list, but not at the top.

"Why are you here?" Fizzy asked the big one.

"Why not just run off into the woods, never to be seen again?"

"I was gonna. See, I knew dey let me out. Das why I asked for de whole shield-serf thing. But den I got to thinkin'. Dere's nothin' left for me out dere. You killed my boys, smashed my place, took my stuff, and I'm not gettin' any o' dat back. Much rather stick with you, cuz I know you goin' places."

"What are you talking about?" she narrowed her eyes.

"I know who your boss is, and your boss knows me."

"Nice try, but I'm my own boss."

"Dat so?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Den you don't answer to de glass kettle with de duck feet in de white room?" Fizzy was taken aback. Though his words were complete nonsense to Jess, there was no doubt in the golem's mind as to exactly what and who he was talking about. Far more surprising was that he knew about 'de white room,' and as far as the pint-sized Paladin was aware, the only way that was possible was if he had been there. Which, in turn, would only happen under one circumstance.

The same one that brought her and Boxxy to it several months prior.

"He called me Tony too, by de way," the greenskin added.

"That doesn't answer my question," Fizzy reasserted herself.

"What places do you think I'm going, and why shouldn't I just flatten your skull here and now?"

"Ah, so dat's how it is. You must be new to de whole thing," he nodded slowly.

"Once you work for de kettle-duck long enough, you start recognizin' things. You see his forks pokin' at stuff, and start to notice what be coincidences and what be plans. Dis right here? You an' me?" he rapidly pointed between the two of them.

"Dis be one of de plans." Indeed, now that Fizzy thought about it, this whole trip had an unusual amount of unlikely events surrounding it. The few months she'd spent by Boxxy's side had numbed her to absurdity so much that she didn't stop to really think about the abnormality of her current situation. The chance meetup with Jess in Azurvale, Alexei mentioning the Scalper in passing, and then the big guy being away from his base just when she attacked.

Not to mention him somehow sneaking into this restaurant unnoticed. He was probably good at being quiet, but he was no Boxxy. A lot of lucky and unlucky things had to have happened for the two of them to wind up right here, right now. Well, technically there was three of them, but Fizzy imagined that Jess wasn't part of whatever scheme Josh was plotting. And yes, Adam was definitely plotting something. Like the deity herself one said, the Paladin was starting to see the puppeteer's strings.

She had to squint really hard, but they were definitely there, just as Tony suggested.

"Why go along with it though?" she pressed, still unconvinced.

"I thought you weren't 'employed' anymore."

"No. But, I know beddah dan to go against de plan. I tried before. Didn't end too good."

"What happened?"

"Eh, is long story. Les' jus' say he planned for me not followin' de plan."

"Yeah… I can see him doing that. Sure seems to interfere a lot for someone who hates spoilers."

"Tell me about it," Tony rolled his eyes.

"So, you gonna let me tag along friendly-like, or we gonna get messy?" He held his hand out and one of his axes appeared in it, straight out of police lockup.

"Cuz I think we need to get a bit messy." A wide smile spread on Fizzy's face as she reached for a steel frame chair.

"Jess?" she called out.

"Y-yeah?" The gnome had been doing her best to stay out of this whole situation. It all seemed way above her head and she had a distinct feeling it was best that she didn't get involved too much. Both of these notions were completely accurate.

"I think you need to go to the bathroom."

"You know, uh… Uhm! That's a great idea. Gonnagodothatnowbye," she rapidly rattled off, then scurried away. The instant she was gone, the golem and the hobgoblin threw themselves at each other. The Paladin would triumph, neither of them doubted that. And yet Tony did not hesitate, for he knew how the seedy underbelly of the Kingdom worked. He had to be taken in by force, otherwise the Guild might suspect he was going along with the whole shield-serf thing, in which case they'd take more severe actions against him.

Probably have him killed, which wouldn't be that difficult if they really tried. He clearly didn't want that, hence this violent form of subterfuge. Fizzy didn't seem to catch onto his plans.

'Subtle' was the last word anyone would use to describe her. When it came to plotting and scheming and manipulating, she was a hopeless rookie at best. The only thing she had going for her was all the unintended acting practice from her time in the Ishigar Republic. She didn't need any of that here, though. She genuinely wanted to smack Tony around, and didn't hold back a single bit. Actually, that was putting it mildly. She really smacked him around as hard as she could, as if she legitimately wanted to kill him.

This wasn't for the sake of the ruse or just because she wanted to teach him a lesson. No, she was acting out for an entirely different reason. Fizzy herself wasn't sure why, but all those Boxxy-related thoughts really brought out her violent side. General Information Attributes Job Information Name Tohnee mon Tah STR 385 AFF 362 Goblin 50. MAX Species Hobgoblin (Chieftain) DEX 410 PER 178 Hobgoblin 33. 25 Sex Male AGI 381 LCK 29 Shaman 50. MAX Age 31 years END 492 CHA 35 Ranger 50. MAX HP 2845/2845 (+4. 9/sec) INT 325 MP 1015/1015 (+5. 2/sec) WIS 203 Skill List Name Level Name Level Name Level Goblin Skills Shaman Skills Other Skills Evasion 10. MAX Ancestral Knowledge 10. MAX Pack Tactics 10. MAX Fury of the Small 10. MAX Elemental Enhancement 10. MAX General Skills Witch Doctor 10. MAX Mold Earth 10. MAX Stealth 10. MAX Martial Adept 10. MAX Bend Wind 10. MAX Meditation 8. 14 Forest Hunter 10. MAX Thundering Strikes 9. 85 Mentor 5. 56 Squat Nimbleness 10. MAX Tremorsense 7. 26 Brawling Mastery 10.

MAX Butcher 10. MAX Warding Ink 5. 16 Spear Mastery 4. 83 Magic Item Savant 10. MAX Spirit Bond 6. 44 Bow Mastery 5. 4 Hobgoblin Skills Ranger Skills Axe Mastery 20. MAX Prime Specimen 8. 78 Tracking 10. MAX Staff Mastery 2. 42 Commanding Presence 5. 27 Monsterologist 10. MAX Mace Mastery 7. 16 Natural Schemer 7. 12 Fleet Footed 10. MAX Sword Mastery 6. 28 Conditioning 5. 57 Nimble Axe 10. MAX Dagger Mastery 1. 86 Undying Frenzy 2. 16 Power Throw 10. MAX Primal Mastery 18. 77 Eagle Eye 7. 89 Vortex Mastery 13.

38 Druidic Secrets 4. 14 Restoration Mastery 7. 52 Critical Strike 10. MAX