"Self-preservation! Self-reliance! By our own hand!" Such are the war cries of the artisans of House Dzemael who showcase the greatness of Ishgard in our chosen isolation. Yet so obsessed are they with their repairs from the most recent assault that they fail to notice they are clothed in scarce more than scorched tatters. Their resolve is admirable, yet I feel they would serve our realm better should they replace those aprons so black one can scarce tell fresh grease from old ash—mayhap asking them to bathe would be too much.