One's Own Worst Critic

is a Quest in Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn.
==Journal==
* H'naanza is concerned about one of her more diligent novices who is uncharacteristically late with an order. Speak with Dyrstwyda at the Armorers' Guild and learn what has caused the delay.
* It seems that after being subjected to some withering criticism from Blanstyr, a veteran armorer, Dyrstwyda has lost confidence in her ability. Speak with Blanstyr at the Armorers' Guild and discover what prompted his scathing remark.
* Before Blanstyr will discuss what prompted him to criticize Dyrstwyda, he demands that you prove your ability as an armorer. Synthesize a decorated bronze barbut and a bronze buckler and deliver them to the veteran artisan.
* You have delivered the requested pieces to Blanstyr, and thereby earned his grudging respect. Rather than explain his criticism of Dyrstwyda's work, he instead insists that you tell the crestfallen novice to learn to examine her own flaws or turn her back on the forge for good. Return to Dyrstwyda with Blanstyr's “advice.”
* After hearing Blanstyr's advice, Dyrstwyda seems even more inclined to abandon her dream of becoming a master armorer. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to recount his words so faithfully... Return to Forgemaster H'naanza and apprise her of the situation.
* H'naanza reveals that she and Blanstyr were once apprenticed to the same master, but that an irreconcilable difference of opinion has kept the two armorers at odds for many years. Loath to allow their old rivalry to undermine the unity of the guild, H'naanza pledges to think upon what can be done to resolve the matter once and for all. Continue to hone your skills as an armorer that you might provide support to the forgemaster when the time comes.
※The next armorer quest will be available from H'naanza upon reaching level 20.
==Objectives==
* Speak with Dyrstwyda.
* Speak with Blanstyr.
* Deliver a decorated bronze barbut and a bronze buckler to Blanstyr.
* Return to Dyrstwyda.
* Report to Forgemaster H'naanza.
==Script==
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Hnaanza 	Where have you been, [Player Name]? There's work to be done!
Hnaanza 	I need you to speak with another novice─a lass by the name of Dyrstwyda.
Hnaanza 	I was due a barbut and a buckler from her a few bells ago, but I find myself standing here with nary a noseguard.
Hnaanza 	Lest you wonder, Dyrstwyda is nothing like Granae. She's as dedicated to the craft as you are, and I've never known her to miss a delivery.
Hnaanza 	Something must be amiss, and I need to find out what. I'd go and ask her myself, but I fear my usual approach would do more harm than good. The lass might be built like a stack of anvils, but she flinches at the merest hint of criticism...
Hnaanza 	That's why I've decided to assign you as Dyrstwyda's supervisor for this job. I'm counting on you to sort this out, [Player Name].
 	
Dyrstwyda 	A p-pleasure to meet you, miss/sir. I'm sorry the forgemaster had to interrupt your work so that you might assist me with mine.
Dyrstwyda 	I do hope you're not angry. I don't know if I could endure another dressing-down...
Dyrstwyda 	...As pathetic as it sounds, that's actually the reason my delivery is late. I just can't bring myself to work... <sigh> I'm sorry. I should start from the beginning.
Dyrstwyda 	A short while ago, I received a visit from an armorer by the name of Blanstyr. He is one of the old guard─a true veteran of the guild.
Dyrstwyda 	After but a single glance at the armor I had made, he y-yelled that my work wasn't fit to “cover a kobold's arse.”
Dyrstwyda 	And now I cannot banish the scene from my mind. His face twisted in anger, those scornful words... Am I truly so talentless?
Dyrstwyda 	The shame, it...it paralyzes me. If he had explained the flaws in my work, I might endeavor to correct them.
Dyrstwyda 	But I couldn't bring myself to speak to him...or to anyone else, for that matter. Not until now.
Dyrstwyda 	M-Might you speak with Blanstyr on my behalf? I would know the reason behind this...this reprimand.
 	
Blanstyr 	Aye, I'm Blanstyr. If yer lookin' for an armorer with skill an' integrity, ye've found him. What're ye after, then?
Blanstyr 	...Eh? Ye want to know what's amiss with Dyrstwyda's work? Hmph. One o' the guild's newer faces, are ye?
Blanstyr 	All these whelps trainin' under H'naanza get their heads filled with daft bloody notions o' cooperation an' camaraderie when what they should be learnin' is how to use a pair o' pliers.
Blanstyr 	I've yet to meet one o' her novices as could forge an ingot worth a damn. An' them as ain't got the skill ain't worth me time. Which means you, girl/boy. Now bugger off.
Blanstyr 	Not budgin', eh? Wearisome wench/Stubborn sod. All right then, tell ye what: I'll give ye one chance to prove yerself.
Blanstyr 	Let's see ye craft the same pieces as yer friend made such a meal of.
Blanstyr 	A decorated bronze barbut and a bronze buckler, it were. An' if they're half decent, we'll have ourselves a nice little chat.
 	
Dyrstwyda 	"Or hang up my bloody hammer“?
Well...thank you for passing on Blanstyr's...advice.
Dyrstwyda 	I... I believe I understand what he means to say. B-But not everyone has the inner fortitude to endure such criticism─be it from oneself or from others.
Dyrstwyda 	If such strength is required to master the armorer's art, then mayhap I have mistaken my calling.
Dyrstwyda 	I joined the guild with the dream of following in H'naanza's footsteps, but I see now that was folly.
Dyrstwyda 	I shall have to think long and hard about my aspirations. Please convey my apologies to the forgemaster for the delay...
 	
Hnaanza 	Ah, so it was Blanstyr that caused this mess. The old bastard always did take it upon himself to weed out the weaker initiates.
Hnaanza 	We're not exactly on the best of terms, he and I...even after all this time.
Hnaanza 	I've known Blanstyr since we were naught but wide-eyed novices, serving our apprenticeships under the same master.
Hnaanza 	We always had our differences, but when our master retired, they became that much more stark. And when we both put ourselves forward for the role of forgemaster, the resulting contest drove a permanent wedge between us.
Hnaanza 	Blanstyr's arguments are not entirely without merit, but neither is his approach the only way to train new armorers.
Hnaanza 	For that damnable curmudgeon, though, it's his way or no way at all. The idea of nurturing aught less than gods-given talent is anathema to him, and his ears wax deaf at the mere mention of it. But outfitting an army is the work of more than a talented few─it is the work of many hands acting in unison.
Hnaanza 	I have turned a blind eye to Blanstyr's behavior until now, but if he would threaten the unity of this guild, something must needs be done. I will think on it.
Blanstyr 	Bring me a decorated bronze barbut and a bronze buckler or ye'll get naught outta me save curses, ye weepin' sack o' Sahagin shite.
Blanstyr 	Back at last, are ye? I was beginnin' to think ye'd crawled off to Ul'dah to buy the damn things from a back-alley peddler. Anyroad, let's have a look, shall we?
Blanstyr 	...Bugger me. Are you sure ye made these yerself?
Blanstyr 	Huh! Seems at least one o' H'naanza's whelps knows the difference 'twixt hammer an' sledge. Builder take me, ye've some talent, lass/lad.
Blanstyr 	This barbut well shows the character o' yer work: precise an' uncompromisin', as it should be.
Blanstyr 	Ye've realized that forgin' a helm ain't a matter o' slappin' a few molded sheets o' bronze together. Nice.
Blanstyr 	An' yer buckler's just as good. Small an' light, but a damn sight sturdier than shields twice the size.
Blanstyr 	Didn't expect to be sayin' this, but I'm impressed. With this level o' quality an' polish, ye could make a tidy livin' for yerself as an artisan.
Blanstyr 	But yer the exception as proves the rule, lass/lad. Fact is, the other novices ain't fit to lick yer boots─Dyrstwyda included. So you tell her this from me...
Blanstyr 	If ye've the time to wallow in wounded tears, ye've the time to examine yer own mistakes. There's no room in this world for craftsmen as can't criticize their own handiwork. So learn how to gauge yer failin's an' correct 'em, or hang up yer bloody hammer.
Quest complete.	Quest complete.
Category:Disciple of the Hand Quests in Final Fantasy XIV