Tomarsen Family/Frejbjerg Tomarsen/Whatsa wootz?

"Old man, what -"

"Sage. I'm not an old man, I'm a sage. Show some respect."

Frejbjerg stared at him. He was covered in filth, with matted hair and beard, and breath that could kill a yeti.

"Fine, then. Sage. What do you do?"

"I make things. Magical things." He leaned forward conspiratorially. "I could make you something."

"Like what?"

"Bring me a Wootz, some Quality Leather and an Ornate Amulet, and I'll show you."

"What's a wootz?"

The sage stopped and licked his lips pensively.

"A wootz is a wootz. If you don't know what it is, you're hardly going to be able to get one for me, are you? Now stop wasting my time."