A Job for Davrok

[Rebecca]

An odd-looking customer steps into Davrok’s workshop. In her forehead, beneath a golden circlet, there is a third eye with a pierced lower lid, small gems hanging from it.

She smiles. “Hello. I hear this is the place to come to for the best crafting. I have some rather unique material that I would like forged into a blade." From her bag she pulls an elongated, velvet wrapped item. She unfolds the fabric to reveal what appears to be a bone from someone’s forearm. “Bone from the arm of Quayos. I need its particular divine quality to shine through, if you see what I mean. Is this something you can do?”