Hello!

Ahh...if it isn't my faithful delivery guild.

This may be a bit abrupt, but
are you with the Soul Smiths?

Soul Smiths? Oh, you mean the blacksmith guild.
No, I'm afraid I have nothing to do with them.

...Um, Raven...?

That book these guys delivered for ya...

That's no ordinary book, now, is it?
There were guild codes written in there.

You mean you looked inside it?!
And wait. You can read codes?

Guild codes used to be a way
for the guilds to communicate
with each other in secret.

Huh. Pretty clever.

And the Soul Smiths're about
the only guild still usin' 'em
at this point.

“Dealing in weapons, carefully”
has always been our guild's motto.

Those who make the best weapons
must always be neutral.

...So then, you are
one of the Smiths?

Which would make that
man Nobis, who picked the
book up, a member as well.

It would seem the jig is,
as they say, “up”.

Leviathan's Claw wants to
get in touch with you.

Oh, do they...

Our boss never had much
stomach for Yeager's
unpredictability...

Ah, then...

But...I hear that man is dead now.
Perhaps change is on the wind.

It would at least be worth
making contact with them.

Whoa, we've gotta get that written down!
They'll want some sort of proof we actually
met one of the Soul Smiths.

...If I must, I suppose.

Here you are.

This signature represents the will of my guild.
When coupled with our guild's reputation, it
should be sufficient.

Then we should be getting back
to the Manor of the Wicked.