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Uncouth Customers

2026-04-24T02:10:00Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = Uncouth Customers
| description = Br'uk Evu has an urgent job for a courageous soul.
| image =
| quest-giver = Br'uk Evu
| related-npcs = Apyaahi; Chalteaufite; Ellerete; Leophyne; Raholl Ja; Rral Majun; Samidare; Sunny Yellowjacket; Virazahn
| location = Tuliyollal
| location-x = 12.4
| location-y = 14.5
| type = role
| quest-line = Dawntrail Role Quests
| journal-section = Class & Job Quests
| journal-category = Role Quests
| journal-genre = Role Quests (Dawntrail)
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| req-quest = The Feat of Pots
| req-items =
| requirements =
| exp = 994560
| gil = 1000
| overridereward(1-10) =
| reward-opt(1-8) =
| overridereward-opt(1-8) =
| unlocks = ngp Role Quests (Dawntrail): Prologue
| prev-quest =
| next-quest = The Narwhal Beckons, The Hunter and the Hunted, To Steal a Steelhog, Power Forgotten, In the Sting of Things
| patch = 7.0
| release = dawntrail
| id-gt = 70353
| id-edb = baeaa1bfe23
}}

==Steps==
*Take a seat at the indicated table.
*Speak with [[Rral Majun]].

==Journal==
* Br'uk Evu has an urgent job for a courageous soul.
* Br'uk Evu eagerly greets you, expressing that he has a job perfectly suited to your talents. He asks you to take a seat at a nearby table so he can fill you in on the details.
* The jovial bar owner relates to you the story of a group calling themselves the Passage of the Unbound, who gathered at his establishment and were overheard plotting to steal sacred treasures from across Tural and bring them to Eorzea and beyond, where they would be used to stir unrest. Although the group seemed rather eccentric─and otherwise incompetent─it was not long until representatives from various communities visited Xbalyav Ty'e claiming to be subjects of their misdeeds, and it is these people whom Br'uk Evu wishes you to help. Rral Majun stands by to apprise you of their respective circumstances.
* Rral Majun is overjoyed that you are willing to assist, but before she can begin her explanation, your conversation is interrupted by one Raholl Ja. The wizened warrior is equally thrilled to learn a helping hand has come at last, and takes it upon himself to tell you about the capabilities of each treasure and what skills might be required to retrieve it. You discover the Mamool Ja himself is in search of a brave soul, and having heard each person's account─directly or indirectly─you contemplate where your abilities might be best used.

==Dialogue==

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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Br'uk Evu: [Forename], I was wondering when you'd be along! Not a moment too soon, either—I've got an urgent job that needs doing, and there's no one else I'd entrust with it.
Br'uk Evu: Of course, you'll be wanting to know the details. It's a long story, so why don't you grab a seat over there. I'll join you shortly.
Br'uk Evu: I have a few things to finish up here before I join you. Make yourself comfortable, [Forename]—it's going to be quite the yarn.
Br'uk Evu: Now that we're all settled, allow me to introduce myself properly. I'm Br'uk Evu, proprietor of Xbalyav Ty'e.
Br'uk Evu: As you know, my establishment is open to anyone. People hailing from across Tural—and sometimes further—come here to whet their appetite and slake their thirst.
Br'uk Evu: Given how we turn no one away, it's inevitable that a few bad apples might mix into my motley patrons, and therein lies the rub. A particularly rotten bunch was here not long ago...
Br'uk Evu: ...Sitting just over there, in fact, and having a conversation most foul.

Apyaahi@???: I thank you all for coming here, so far from your respective homes.
Apyaahi@Elegantly Dressed Woman: As this is the first time we have all gathered in one place, perhaps formal introductions are in order.
Apyaahi@Elegantly Dressed Woman: I am—

Rral Majun: Welcome, welcome! What'll you be having?

Apyaahi@Elegantly Dressed Woman: Ahem. Could we have a moment, please?
Apyaahi@Elegantly Dressed Woman: We are in the middle of something very important.
Apyaahi@Elegantly Dressed Woman: Now then, where was I?
Apyaahi: Oh, yes. I am Apyaahi. If you are sitting here now, it is because I have personally invited you to the Passage of the Unbound—my secretive, villainous order with ambitions to sow discord throughout the world.

Leophyne@Arrogant Woman: Hmph. Villains do not often call themselves such.
Leophyne@Arrogant Woman: Nor do secret orders have their meetings in places where all eyes can see.

Apyaahi: What do ''you'' know! Your snide remarks only ruin my carefully constructed atmosphere. If I had time to think of a suitable slogan, you would understand that words are everything!
Apyaahi: But I digress. I invited you all here for one reason: to throw the world into a mire of chaos, and then watch its nations crumble. What else would we call ourselves if not “villainous”?

Chalteaufite@Haughty Man: My only interest is to punish all who've dared to mock and belittle me. So long as I can achieve that, you can call me whatever you like!
Chalteaufite@Haughty Man: The rich, the powerful, the mighty—all shall be crushed under the weight of my ire!

Samidare@Taciturn Man: ...A grand design for a group of six. Even if we managed to muster others to our side, there's a limit to what we can accomplish.

Apyaahi: I regret to say you are right. At present we are bound and powerless. That is why, in order to raise our fists against our oppressors, we must find the strength to shatter our shackles.
Apyaahi: And in so doing we shall become unbound. Like the birds soaring up above, we shall take flight and spread our wicked wings, staining the azure skies black!
Apyaahi: ...Ah, but sometimes skies become treacherous with clouds, and even birds must rest.

Virazahn@Snobbish Man: You speak of finding strength. Is that why we are here? To look for it?
Virazahn@Snobbish Man: If so, then I pledge my aid! With newfound might at my beck and call, I shall win adoration known only by a hero!

Apyaahi: Your eagerness is heartening—and you are correct. The tools to make our goal a reality lay in Tural. Across this continent can be found certain artifacts which possess untold power.

Ellerete@Mirthful Woman: Did you say “artifacts”? Ohoho, I sense an adventurous hunt for instruments of devious devilry ahead!
Ellerete@Mirthful Woman: Hehehe, my imagination is overflowing with images of the new forms my trickery might take! I daresay the world is not ready...

Apyaahi: Yes, well, to get to the heart of the matter—the objects are held by the disparate tribes which make their homes in the Turali continent, where they have been passed down through generations as sacred treasures.
Apyaahi: Whatever stories these people have attached to their so-called “treasures” matters not. Each contain the essence of fearsome beasts called tural vidraal, and with them in our possession, none shall be able to stand against us.
Apyaahi: We shall take the objects for ourselves, bring them across the sea, and use them to undermine nations far and wide. The means by which you each choose to do so, I leave in your hands. I only ask that you do not disappoint.
Apyaahi: I take it there are no questions.
Apyaahi: Then let the Passage of the Unbound open unto the world! We begin at once!

Rral Majun: They didn't order a single thing...

Br'uk Evu: That's the long and short of it. What do you think?

Question: What will you say?

> They might lack discretion, but they seem formidable nonetheless.
> They left without ordering anything? Villainous, indeed...
---

Br'uk Evu: It's right there in their name. They're unbound by manners and respect, and won't be welcome back here any time soon. You, on the other hand, can stay as long as you like.
Br'uk Evu: Of course, we had a duty to report what we heard to the Landsguard. We did, but it didn't make a damn difference, because soon we learned those unwelcome guests had teeth.
Br'uk Evu: Not long ago, one individual from a remote tribe came here seeking help recovering a stolen relic. Then another came with the same story. Then another, and another, and so on.
Br'uk Evu: By the time we realized the Passage of the Unbound was a real threat, they had one and all made their way across the sea with their ill-gotten gains.
Br'uk Evu: Each tribe has sent one of their own to recover what was lost, but being in strange lands, they're at a disadvantage. That's why I've been looking for someone who knows every corner of Eorzea and beyond.
Br'uk Evu: Now, I know you've business in Tural or else you wouldn't be here in the first place. But if you could take the time to hear Rral Majun out, you'd be doing a service to many who could really use a helping hand.
Br'uk Evu: Rral Majun and I have been searching for someone who can help these poor souls. If you're willing to be that someone, go on and speak with her.

Rral Majun: Greetings! Allow me to thank you personally for lending your assistance in this matter. We've been quite desperate for someone suitable.

Raholl Ja: Greetings, Rral Majun. At the risk of becoming a daily nuisance, I must ask—have there been any developments you might share?

Rral Majun: A nuisance? Why, perish the thought! You've come just in time, in fact—none other but the vaunted [Forename] has agreed to aid the search.

Raholl Ja: Finally, a fortunate turn! So long as our sacred treasures are in wicked hands, our homes shall know no peace.
Raholl Ja: To say nothing of the danger they pose to other nations. If these thieves really do intend to stir up chaos across the seas, then you had better depart on the next ship!
Raholl Ja: But before you do, it might be proper to introduce you to those who have come to Tuliyollal in search of aid.
Raholl Ja: Loazenikwe there comes from a village far to the north. A single warrior cannot hope to withstand the power of her tribe's relic, so she requires a stout protector—someone that can be leaned upon when times are darkest.
Raholl Ja: The heirloom that Nyipine must recover afflicts terrible maladies upon its victims. He seeks someone who commands great healing magicks to counteract this effect.
Raholl Ja: The search for Shashepya's tribal treasure has been entrusted to a peerless hunter. She requires someone to act as a frontline fighter who can distract her target while her bow takes deadly aim.
Raholl Ja: And lastly, there is Tsuuhe, who knows little about her people's ancient artifact aside that it must not fall into the wrong hands. She seeks a mage of great power, but anything beyond that lies shrouded in mystery...

Rral Majun: Aren't you forgetting someone, Raholl Ja? Your crisis is just as pressing, even if you won't say so yourself.
Rral Majun: Raholl Ja hails from further south than even Mamook, and has traveled many days and nights in search of someone who can strike down their prey from afar. It's the only way to escape the effect of his village's treasure. Did I get that right?

Raholl Ja: Indeed, indeed. I do get so forgetful in my old age. Thank you, Rral Majun.
Raholl Ja: Five tribes, five stolen treasures. All are waiting for the aid of a brave soul—hopefully that can be ''you'', [Forename].

Rral Majun: Of course, I'll share all that I know on the matter—you only need ask.
Rral Majun: And know that I will not hold it against you should you choose to assist only those for whom your talents are best suited. So long as you do what you can, the people of Tural, and maybe even further, will be in your debt.

System: You have gained access to the role quests for Dawntrail! A separate quest line and story is now available for tank, melee DPS, physical ranged DPS, magical ranged DPS, and healer roles.
System: Speak with the people of Tural gathered in Xbalyav Ty'e and assist them with recovering their stolen treasures!
</nowiki>}}
==Video Archive==
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The Narwhal Beckons

2026-04-24T02:09:59Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = The Narwhal Beckons
| description = The young woman gazes into the horizon with a troubled expression.
| image = The Narwhal Beckons.png
| quest-giver = Loazenikwe
| related-npcs = Charlemend de Durendaire; Firmalbert; Gibrillont; Hot-blooded Youth; Tentoawa
| location = Tuliyollal
| location-x = 12.9
| location-y = 15.0
| type = role
| quest-line = Dawntrail Role Quests
| journal-section = Class & Job Quests
| journal-category = Role Quests
| journal-genre = Tank Role Quests (Dawntrail)
| level = 90
| requirements = {{Tank|name=yes}}
| exp = 994,560
| gil = 2000
| mettle =
| reward1 =
| reward2 =
| reward3 =
| overridereward(1-10) =
| reward-opt(1-8) =
| overridereward-opt(1-8) =
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Uncouth Customers
| next-quest = Sleepless in Ishgard
| patch = 7.0
| release = dawntrail
| id-gt = 70354
| id-edb = a6ca2cc605c
}}

==Steps==
* Speak with [[Gibrillont]] in [[Ishgard]].
* Search for [[Tentoawa]] at [[the Jeweled Crozier]].
* Speak with [[Firmalbert]] at [[the Congregation of Our Knights Most Heavenly]].
* Speak with Tentoawa.

==Journal==
* The young woman gazes into the horizon with a troubled expression.
* The forlorn woman introduces herself as Loazenikwe, and explains that a precious treasure known as the Cradle of the Sleepless was stolen from her village. Housing the soul of a narwhal which became a tural vidraal, this object can transfer the wielder's fatigue to another, granting the former unflagging vitality and lulling the latter into an irresistible slumber. A man named Tentoawa, mightiest warrior of their village, has crossed the sea to recover the sacred item, and Loazenikwe asks you to follow him to Ishgard and protect him during his search. You agree to journey to that snowbound city, and Loazenikwe suggests asking around its taverns for a young man with blue hair.
* Knowing that every piece of gossip in Ishgard flows through the Forgotten Knight, you ask its proprietor if he's heard tell of anyone who might fit Tentoawa's description. While reticent at first, Gibrillont eventually admits that a young man from a far-off land was asking around about a stolen object. While the tavern's patrons couldn't point him in the right direction, Gibrillont informs you that he sent the youth to the Jeweled Crozier, and suggests going there if you wish to find him.
* The distinct attire of Tentoawa makes him easy to find among the crowds of the Jeweled Crozier, and after you explain to him who you are, he readily accepts your help. He describes the thief as an Elezen with a distinct scar, whose deadly grace belied a martial prowess unbefitting of the scholarly robes she disguised herself in. After hearing this you conclude that she might be known among the knights of the Congregation, and Tentoawa wastes no time in deciding that the barracks will be your next destination.
* Your intuition proves correct, as Firmalbert confesses that your description matches that of a former knight named Leophyne, who was expelled from the Temple Knights in shame. Knowing that she will only commit further misdeeds, Firmalbert pledges to share your story with his superiors so that they might come up with a plan to catch the disgraced knight. Firmalbert says he will inform you of any developments, and Tentoawa wishes to discuss what to do next.
* While you must wait until the Temple Knights uncover anything of value before acting, Tentoawa does not intend to remain idle. He declares his intention to learn all that he can of Ishgard and its ways, and asks that you remain alert and ready to act when word comes of Leophyne's whereabouts.
**※The next role quest will be available from Tentoawa upon reaching level 92 in any tank class.

==Dialogue==

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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Loazenikwe: Oh, hello. Judging by your attire, you must be the traveler from across the seas. Then I suppose Br'uk Evu has enlisted you to our aid.
Loazenikwe: That you were guided here safely must be the work of the brave narwhal, who remains watchful even in this dire time. We are ever grateful for its vigilance!
Loazenikwe: My name is Loazenikwe, and I hail from the northern reaches of Xak Tural, where even our breath freezes when caught in the chilling winds.
Loazenikwe: Our people revere a tural vidraal of the narwhal, whose essence rests in the Cradle of the Sleepless, our most sacred treasure. Through fathomless depths it swam without rest, protecting its home from any who would do it harm.
Loazenikwe: Legends tell that the narwhal could place the burden of its fatigue upon another, and thus was able to maintain its vigil night and day.
Loazenikwe: So too can any who possess the cradle lull a person—willing or no—into a deep slumber, all while avoiding the need for sleep themselves.
Loazenikwe: Needless to say, such power could cause untold harm in the wrong hands. Thus was the greatest warrior of our village, Tentoawa, tasked with crossing the ocean and returning that which is most sacred to us.
Loazenikwe: I'd have joined him, but I feared I would only be a burden. So I remained here, that I might find someone to send to his aid.
Loazenikwe: Tentoawa has ever rushed bravely and blindly into the thick of things, leaving me behind to watch and worry...
Loazenikwe: But if there's anything I can do to help him, even a little, then I must. Br'uk Evu has done well to send you to me—I can tell you are just the {{alternatives|woman|man}} to temper his more reckless tendencies and keep him safe during his quest.
Loazenikwe: As luck would have it, a letter from Tentoawa arrived shortly before you did. It seems he discovered that the thief made their way to a place called “Ishgard.”
Loazenikwe: While I don't doubt his prowess, even Tentoawa would be rendered helpless before the narwhal's lullaby. Please, could you follow him to Ishgard and find him before he does anything rash?

Question: What will you say?

> Ishgard is like a second home to me.
> I won't let your treasure be misused.
---

Loazenikwe: Thank you, [Forename]! I knew the narwhal would guide a brave protector to our side!
Loazenikwe: Thank you, [Forename]! I don't know why the narwhal would guide a brave protector to our side while all of Tuliyollal is in dire straits, but I'm nonetheless grateful.
Loazenikwe: Tentoawa sails to an unfamiliar place, but despite his hasty nature, he'd doubtless spend time gathering information about his new surroundings before planning his next step.
Loazenikwe: If Ishgard has a place like this one, where people gather to drink and talk, he might go there first. Ask for a swordsman with blue hair and attire like mine, and I'm sure it won't be long until you find him.

Gibrillont: If it isn't [Forename]. What'll it be?
Gibrillont: A lad from the western continent? Well, I can't be going around gossiping about the comings and goings of my customers, now can I? That's a quick way to an empty tavern.
Gibrillont: But I suppose...since you're ''you'', I can make an exception just this once.
Gibrillont: A lad much like the one you described walked through my door not long ago. Was asking anyone whose ear he could bend about some stolen narwhal or some such he was after. Usually you buy someone a drink before interrogating them, but not him...
Gibrillont: Nobody knew what he was going on about, but he was determined. Asked where else in Ishgard people might gather to flap their lips.
Gibrillont: So, I told him to head to the Jeweled Crozier. If you leave now, I reckon he'll still be there. You'll know him when you see him, trust me.
Gibrillont: If you want to catch up with that lad you're searching for, you'd best head for the Jeweled Crozier before he moves on.

Tentoawa@Hot-blooded Youth: Bunch of useless... By the narwhal's horn, you'd think manners keep people warm for how desperately these people cling to them. And here I'm trying to rid their city of a thief...
Tentoawa: Yes? It seems you know me, but I don't think I've ever seen you before. I'd remember.
Tentoawa: Loazenikwe sent you!? Even across oceans, she can sense when I'm in trouble...
Tentoawa: ...Well, I won't deny a helping hand, especially one with her blessing. I'm having no luck getting information from these people—seems there are unwritten rules regarding favors that no one's bothered to tell me.
Tentoawa: I know the thief traveled here, but that's where the trail runs cold. I thought it'd only be a matter of time until they used the cradle to commit some misdeed or another, but it seems nothing is amiss within or without Ishgard's walls.
Tentoawa: I have only a description to go on, although it's availed me nothing so far...
Tentoawa: A woman of a race known in this land as “Elezen,” she has striking red hair and eyes the color of rust. A scar dominates her forehead, and a mole rests upon her lips.
Tentoawa: She came to my village posing as a scholar with an interest in the cradle. Although she gave us a name, I know now it was a lie, just like everything else that spewed from her mouth.
Tentoawa: The bounty of meat, vegetables, and fruits she offered was worth its weight in gold to us. After the cold snap we suffered last year, we couldn't afford to turn her away.
Tentoawa: But looking back, I realize how brazen her deception was. Although she wore the robes of a scholar, she moved with the poise of a predator. I marked her as a fearsome warrior the moment I laid eyes upon her.
Tentoawa: Of course, she wouldn't have been able to travel so far north on her own if she was unseasoned, so I thought nothing of it at the time. It was my first misstep of many.
Tentoawa: That's all I know. It's not much, but if you see even the smallest scrap of a clue in there, it'd be a damn sight better than what I currently have.

Question: What will you say?

> Few scholars study in Ishgard without passing through the Astrologicum.
> If she feels even an onze of guilt, she would seek penance at Saint Reymanaud's Cathedral.
> A skilled sword would be known among the knights of the Congregation.
---

Tentoawa: I see your point, but her guise as a scholar was only meant to win our trust. I doubt she's a woman of learning.
Tentoawa: “Penance”? I haven't heard the word before, but I can guess its meaning. Either way, she didn't strike me as the remorseful type.
Tentoawa: “Knights,” was it? I suppose that's what you call these deadly looking fellows clad in steel. Yes...you may be onto something there. But where would we find one willing to speak?
Tentoawa: At their barracks, near the tavern? I know the way. I'll meet you there!
Tentoawa: This is it, right? Let's not waste any time, [Forename]!

Firmalbert: Why, {{alternatives|Mistress|Master}} [Surname]. What brings you to the Congregation?
Firmalbert: ...This “Passage of the Unbound” is not a name I have heard before, but if one of their number has brought an artifact of great power to Ishgard, we would be ill-advised to suffer their presence.
Firmalbert: We shall act on this information at once! If there is aught that would threaten the peace, then it is our duty to root it out. Consider the knights of the Congregation at your disposal.

Tentoawa: Thank you for hearing us out, truly. Now, does anything about the description we shared ring a bell?

Firmalbert: Hmm. An Elezen woman with red hair and eyes the color of rust...
Firmalbert: Wait... You said she bore a scar on her forehead, yes? And a mole? No, it could not be...

Tentoawa: You know who she is!?

Firmalbert: I... Well, such information is usually privy only to those within our order. Pray understand my hesitation.

Tentoawa: What? Weren't you listening to anything we told you!? She's too dangerous to be left alone. This isn't the time for secrecy!
Tentoawa: ...I know I'm a stranger in your city, but I can't stand by while innocent lives might be at risk.

Question: What will you say?

> If you can't trust Tentoawa, then trust me.
> He's right. The danger justifies bending the rules a little.
---

Firmalbert: You are right, of course. If the hero who ended the Dragonsong War is not worthy of our trust, then who is? Very well...
Firmalbert: Master Tentoawa, pray accept my apologies. Although you may not be Ishgardian, your desire to keep its people safe is plain to see. We shall place our trust in you, as {{alternatives|Mistress|Master}} [Surname] has.
Firmalbert: ...I suppose in this case, protocol can be set aside for the sake of Ishgard. You have overcome countless trials, after all, and there are none better qualified to judge when a threat is credible.

Tentoawa: I'm glad we can see eye to eye. Now then, what do you know of this thief?

Firmalbert: Your description called back some old memories. Memories of a knight named Leophyne.
Firmalbert: Merely recalling her story makes me ill at ease, for the mark she left upon our honorable order was black as pitch. None know of her whereabouts since she was expelled from the Congregation.
Firmalbert: I had thought living with the shame of her deeds would be punishment enough, but if she now consorts with villains that threaten the very foundation of order, then 'tis clear we can suffer her freedom no longer.
Firmalbert: I shall inform my superiors of this development, and suggest that the Congregation does all in its power to track down Leophyne and place her in custody. If we learn aught of value, I promise to share it with you at once.

Tentoawa: Really? That's more than we could've asked!
Tentoawa: I suppose we ought to consider what to do in the meantime. Care to join me over there, [Forename]?

Firmalbert: I shall inform my superiors at once. Worry not, we shall soon form a plan to bring that wicked Leophyne to heel!

Tentoawa: So, we have a name. Leophyne, a former knight of Ishgard. That means she knows how to hide herself in this city well—grasping about at straws won't get us anywhere.
Tentoawa: My own unfamiliarity does little to help our chances. We may have no choice but to wait until the knights discover a lead. Nevertheless, I intend to spend every waking moment learning more about this city and its workings.
Tentoawa: As for you, I only ask that you be ready to move at a moment's notice. Until then—be well!
</nowiki>}}
==Video Archive==
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The Hunt Goes On

2026-04-24T02:09:57Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = The Hunt Goes On
| description = Bol Ogaw has something to tell you.
| image =
| quest-giver = Bol Ogaw
| related-npcs = Loanyine; Napikwe; Rinuri
| location = Tuliyollal
| location-x = 13.9
| location-y = 13.7
| type = feature
| quest-line =
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Yok Tural Sidequests
| journal-genre = Tuliyollal Sidequests
| level = 100
| req-quest = Dawntrail (Quest) , Hunting the Hunter
| req-items =
| requirements =
| exp = 0
| gil = 699
| unlocks = ot Dawntrail Elite Marks
| prev-quest = Hunting the Hunter
| next-quest =
| patch = 7.0
| release = dawntrail
| id-gt = 70548
| id-edb = 8c91d6f2f39
}}

==Walkthrough==
Elite Dawn Hunt Bills can be done weekly, and reward {{gil|5000}} [[Gil]] and {{sack of nuts|100}} [[Sack of Nuts]].

==Steps==
*Speak with [[Napikwe]] in [[Solution Nine]].
*Report back to [[Bol Ogaw]] in [[Tuliyollal]].

==Journal==
Bol Ogaw has something to tell you.

==Dialogue==

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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
System: Elite Dawn Hunt mark bills will be available once you have fulfilled certain conditions within the main scenario quests for Dawntrail.

Bol Ogaw: Ah, [Forename]. You honor me with your presence. I've heard all about the deeds you've been doing for Wuk Lamat.
Bol Ogaw: As if ending Valigarmanda's rampage wasn't impressive enough, you saved the city from those mechanical beggars, too. If there were ever any doubts about your abilities, they're well and truly answered.
Bol Ogaw: Which is why I'd like to ask your aid one last time. Will you join us in our most essential duty—seeking out and slaying those fiends most foul? Those that pose the gravest dangers to our people?
Bol Ogaw: You're a hero through and through. Hunting down marks like these is the very purpose the vipers were founded for.
Bol Ogaw: And it's no easy task, I can tell you. There are horrors out there. True horrors. Tural vidraal like Valigarmanda. Creatures more akin to gods than beasts.
Bol Ogaw: We vipers wander far and wide across the land that we might learn of these creatures, and one day, end them. You remember Ty'at Qat? She's been doing just that for decades now, and has come away with a long list of targets. If you're interested in finding out more about them, go and see her in Yak T'el.
Bol Ogaw: Napikwe was doing the same when she went to Yyasulani...and yet there's nothing you could call a tural vidraal in her journal. Strange, I thought, when they've shown up nigh everywhere else. Makes me wonder if she mightn't've left them out on purpose.
Bol Ogaw: Napikwe's a viper to the quick, you see. Nothing matters to her more than the people's safety. Separated from her fellow vipers as she was, perhaps she thought it best to leave such nightmares well alone.
Bol Ogaw: Forgive me for asking so much of you, but if you plan to return to Yyasulani any time soon, could you speak with her again? See if there's something she's not telling us. Something we might be able to help her with.
Bol Ogaw: Oh, and tell her one more thing, from me: that if she wants to come back, me and the rest of the vipers stand ready to welcome her with open arms.
Bol Ogaw: Napikwe's been fighting for the people inside that dome for decades. The vipers are proud to call her our sister—and if she wants to come home, we'll give her the welcome of a lifetime.

Napikwe: Ah, the hunter from across the salt. What message do you have for me today?
Napikwe: ...Bol Ogaw, you sentimental fool. I thank him for remembering me, but this is my home now. These people, my people.
Napikwe: I've lived here, fought here, for the better part of my life. Stepping beyond that wall would be like stepping thirty years into the past.
Napikwe: And while I've fond memories of the place, I'm an old woman now. I've grown unused to change. Not to mention that—

Loanyine@???: Lady Napikwe!
Loanyine@???: Oh, sorry... I didn't realize you had company.

Napikwe: It's alright, {{alternatives|she's|he's}} a friend of the cause. Let me introduce you.
Napikwe: Loanyine, Rinuri, meet [Forename]. The hunter from beyond the wall. [Forename], these are...what would you call yourselves? My little helpers?

Loanyine: “Protégés,” more like. Loanyine, at your service. I studied the twin blades under Lady Napikwe and I've been helping her conduct her census on the beasts of Alexandria.

Rinuri: And I'm Rinuri. I've been working behind the scenes with Oblivion, so I've heard a lot about you and your exploits. Even seen a few firsthand, albeit from the shadows.
Rinuri: After you brought peace to Living Memory, our team secured what we could from the data banks. Found a fair few things that brought a glint to Lady Napikwe's eye, I can tell you.

Napikwe: ''Tural vidraal'', [Forename]. Bol Ogaw knew it. It doesn't do to draw too much attention to those fiends you haven't the strength to slay. From what Rinuri tells me of your achievements, though, I shouldn't wonder if you and yours could succeed where we could not.
Napikwe: Queen Sphene charged me with chronicling her kingdom's fauna, and I expect there are many discoveries still to be made in its darkest corners. If you want to learn more, just ask these two.

Rinuri: Please, ask away! Loanyine spends most of his time down in the outskirts, but I'll be here.

Napikwe: As shall I. My duty is far from over...so in answer to Bol Ogaw's question: no, I will not be returning to Tuliyollal.
Napikwe: But please let him know that I appreciate his kind words—and that I'm only too happy to extend him the same offer.

Bol Ogaw: Welcome back, [Forename]. Did you speak with Napikwe?
Bol Ogaw: ...I see. It's good to know she has friends. I couldn't bear to think of her all alone up there.
Bol Ogaw: “A viper lives to hunt, that others might live to hunt another day,” or so the saying goes. Sounds like she's taken that message to heart. Taken it upon herself to train a new generation...
Bol Ogaw: And it looks like you're her latest pupil! May luck be with you, [Forename]—and remember: whatever you do, don't get yourself killed.

System: You are now able to undertake elite Dawn Hunt mark bills from the Dawn Hunt board in Tuliyollal.
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The Heart of the Myth

2026-04-24T02:09:56Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = The Heart of the Myth
| description = [[Deryk]] is awaiting word from [[Krile]].
| image = The Heart of the Myth.png
| quest-giver = Deryk
| related-npcs = Althyk; Azeyma; Baby Opo-opo (NPC); Byregot; G'raha Tia; Halone; Krile; Menphina; Nald'thal; Nophica; Nymeia; Oschon; Rhalgr; Snoegeim; Thaliak
| location = Mor Dhona
| location-x = 23.9
| location-y = 9.1
| type = feature
| quest-line = Myths of the Realm Quests
| journal-section = Chronicles of a New Era
| journal-category = Myths of the Realm Quests
| journal-genre =
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| req-quest =
| req-items =
| requirements =
| exp =
| gil = 5000
| unlocks = ra Thaleia
| prev-quest = The Secret of the Twelve
| next-quest = Embraced by Gods
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.5
| id-gt = 70327
| id-edb = 3207abefb11
}}

==Steps==
*Speak with [[Snoegeim]] in [[The Omphalos]].
*Speak with [[Deryk]].
*Wait in front of [[The Watcher's Palace]].
*Enter The Omphalos.
*Speak with [[G'raha Tia]]
*Enter [[Thaleia]]
*Speak with [[Krile]] in [[The Twelve's Embrace]].

==Journal==
*Deryk is awaiting word from Krile.

*Outside Revenant's Toll, Deryk informs you that Krile and G'raha Tia are still busy compiling the findings of your investigation of the phantom realm. While awaiting developments, he suggests paying a visit to Snoegeim in the Omphalos, and together you set off.

*Snoegeim reveals that, while the Twelve have not appeared since your crew was last gathered, each of them apparently desires to speak with you in private; if you were to call to them before the entrances to their respective heavens, chances are they will answer. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, you begin taking yourself around the Omphalos.

*Having spoken with the Twelve to your satisfaction, you join the wait for Krile and G'raha Tia. When they eventually arrive, they share their finding that the deities expended a tremendous amount of aether in the course of battle. Before engaging them further, it is decided that you will seek out the watcher on the moon, who is believed to be the thirteenth unnamed being mentioned by the monument, in order to learn more about their objective. With your course decided, you promptly set off for the Watcher's Palace in Mare Lamentorum.

*Having confirmed that he is indeed the unnamed being, the watcher proceeds to explain the nature of the Twelve. Like him, they are entities created by Hydaelyn, charged with watching over the world after reality was sundered. And though he is unable to disclose the truth of their desire, he gives his guarantee that it will not visit harm upon mankind. Thus reassured, you and your companions decide to return to the Omphalos to continue engaging the gods.

*No sooner do you arrive in the Omphalos than Llymlaen and Thaliak appear before you. When G'raha Tia expresses to them his concern that doing battle dilutes their being, it is Deryk who answers─thereby revealing himself to be Oschon. The Wanderer promises that the truth will be revealed in the innermost part of their realm, before he and his brethren take their leave in anticipation of your coming.

*While saddened by the revelation of Deryk's true identity, you and your companions are determined to do the best you can by the Twelve. As before, the task of confronting the gods in their sanctums falls to you, and you turn to see to your preparations.

※Thaleia can be accessed via the Duty Finder.

*Fighting your way through breathtaking realms of water and wind, you strike down the three gods in succession before coming face-to-face with the Twelve's combined form. This mighty being, too, must fall by your hand if you are to grant the gods their hearts' desire.

*At the end of a furious struggle, you succeed in overcoming your foe, and are joined by your companions just as the Twelve reveal the true nature of their desire: to give themselves unto the star as a blessing. While this means they must fade from existence, their stabilizing influence shall endure in the form of the instrument of blessing, a great contraption which they created to receive of mortal hopes in their stead. So it is that, one by one, the gods bid you farewell and disappear amidst blinding light─all except for Oschon who reappears before you as Deryk.

*Like everyone, Krile is surprised that Deryk is standing there. While she is curious as to what happened, above all else, she is overjoyed for a friend returned.

==Dialogue==

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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Deryk: Oh, [Forename]. 'Tis good of you to come, but I'm afraid there is still no word from Krile and G'raha Tia.
Deryk: They're working as fast as they can to compile the findings of our investigation, I shouldn't doubt.
Deryk: But between the phantom realm's aetheric data and the monument's epigraph, they have much and more to review.
Deryk: Now, while awaiting developments, I had a mind to pay Snoegeim a visit in the Omphalos.
Deryk: If you aren't otherwise occupied, you should come too.
Deryk: Snoegeim has become something of a fixture here. So focused is she on her work, she often neglects taking sustenance. I pray her health doesn't suffer...

Baby Opo-opo: Ook?

Snoegeim: Oh, if it isn't [Forename] and Deryk!
Snoegeim: But no Krile or Raha, I see...

Deryk: Unfortunately. Speaking of whom, would you not prefer to be with them in Sharlayan? You're a researcher too, after all.

Snoegeim: I find myself much more effective in the field. Being here gives me inspiration, you see, and of late I've been mulling over the opening words of the epigraph.
Snoegeim: “As beings who endure by the will of the star, we are susceptible to the influence of hopes and prayers. Thus do we commit our yokes herein, lest we stray from our purpose.”
Snoegeim: The suggestion that faith has shaped the nature of the Twelve paints a truly intriguing picture!
Snoegeim: If truth be told, I was also hoping that I might speak with the gods again...
Snoegeim: But they haven't graced us since the time we solved the mystery of the monument. They only do so on exceptional occasions, it seems.
Snoegeim: Be that as it may, I believe there might be another way to see them.
Snoegeim: When we journeyed with the gods, Azeyma told me that each of them wished to speak with you in private. ''You'', [Forename]!
Snoegeim: If you were to call them before their heavens, I have a feeling they will answer!
Snoegeim: So...won't you give it a try? And afterwards, let us know what they said?

Deryk: I for one see no harm in it.
Deryk: But if you are disinclined, then do not feel pressured. It is entirely your decision.

System: You now have the opportunity to speak with those of the Twelve whom you have encountered thus far. To do so, call to them before the entrances to their respective heavens.
System: You may advance the quest at any time by speaking with Deryk in the Omphalos.

Snoegeim: Did the gods appear!?

Baby Opo-opo: Ook, ook!

Deryk: Spoken to your satisfaction, have you? Then let us await Krile and G'raha Tia together.

Question: Wait with Deryk?

Deryk: Hmmm... Still no sign of them...
Deryk: Ah, there is something I've been meaning to ask you.
Deryk: As an adventurer, you are better traveled than most. Of the places you have seen, what kind do you like best?

Question: What will you say?

> Bustling hubs brimming with activity.
> Natural environs unspoiled by man.
> Faraway lands where new encounters await.
> Quiet places where I can enjoy solitude.
---

Deryk: Ah yes, I can see the appeal in that. Though I travel alone, I quite enjoy listening to the sounds of life in the cities and towns I visit.
Deryk: So you too enjoy being amidst nature... It gladdens me to know that we have that in common.
Deryk: Ah yes, I can imagine you being given to such. The thrill of visiting unknown places is something I can understand.
Deryk: Is that so... Well do I understand it—the desire to have a place all your own, where you might be with your own thoughts.
Deryk: I myself am partial to wandering Eorzea. So rich in aether, this land, and possessed of so many aspects...
Deryk: 'Twas when I was traveling through the Twelveswood that I encountered this fellow. I knew not how he came to be injured and alone, but I couldn't turn a blind eye.
Deryk: He has long since recovered, and I probably should have returned him to his forest home.
Deryk: But when I see him here, undaunted in the presence of gods, I can't help but feel 'twas fate that delivered him to me.
Deryk: Still, the day will come when we must go our separate ways...

Snoegeim: They're finally here, everyone!

Deryk: Welcome back. How fared your work?

Krile: It took longer than we anticipated, but we managed to compile our findings, and thence deliberated a course of action.

G'raha Tia: Indeed. Hereon, we would do well to tread with caution.
G'raha Tia: The waveforms we recorded with the aetheric analyzer revealed an unsettling occurrence.
G'raha Tia: In the course of fighting us, the gods expended a tremendous amount of their aether. So much so as to dilute their very essence.

Krile: Lest you worry, you've done no wrong, [Forename]. The gods themselves wished to fight, after all.
Krile: That being said, we should avoid engaging in further battle until we learn more about their true objective.
Krile: To that end, we will seek out the thirteenth unnamed being, whose duty is to watch unflinching.
Krile: If Raha is correct, and we have no reason to believe otherwise, said being is the watcher on the moon.
Krile: You'll be pleased to know I've already acquired permission to use the Tower of Babil from the Ilsabard contingent, who presently oversee the structure.
Krile: You'll be pleased to know I've already acquired permission to use the Tower of Babil from the Ilsabard contingent, who oversee the structure with the Garlean people's leave.

Snoegeim: We...we're really going, then? To the moon? Huzzah!
Snoegeim: Hehe, I wonder what the watcher is like! If there are no other matters, then let us set forth at once!

Deryk: If you still wish to speak with the gods, best to seek them out now. They may not be there later.

WATCHEROFMOON: Greetings, Hydaelyn's champion. You are ever welcome here, as are your companions.

Krile: 'Tis a pleasure to meet you, watcher. We come hoping that you would answer some questions for us—questions about Hydaelyn.
Krile: We have deciphered the monument at the heart of the phantom realm. In addition to the names and duties of the Twelve, it speaks of one who is unnamed, who shall watch unflinching.
Krile: Are we correct in assuming that that individual is you?
Krile: The Twelve have existed for eras. If you know aught about them, will you not share your knowledge with us?
Krile: They have a desire which they claim can only be fulfilled through battle with mankind. We wish to understand what that is.

Deryk: Please.

WATCHEROFMOON: So man has managed to come this far...
WATCHEROFMOON: Very well. You have earned the right to know.
WATCHEROFMOON: Remember, however, that I am but a creation. Though I have been imbued with some memories of the past, they are far from complete.
WATCHEROFMOON: First of all, I am indeed the unnamed being the monument describes.
WATCHEROFMOON: An entity created by Hydaelyn to serve a purpose, alongside the Twelve.
WATCHEROFMOON: Together, they were charged with preserving equilibrium on a sundered and unstable star.
WATCHEROFMOON: Like myself, they were given shape from people who once existed.
WATCHEROFMOON: And like myself, they believed that the world should be entrusted to the new life that had emerged.
WATCHEROFMOON: While I do not possess detailed memories of that time, Venat selected those she deemed best suited to their respective duties.

G'raha Tia: That would explain why the Twelve appear to have personalities like mortals...

WATCHEROFMOON: The men and women they once were influenced their personalities, yes, but so too did the faith of mortals.
WATCHEROFMOON: Knowingly or no, when men pray, they will the object of their worship to assume a form that can better grant them their heart's desire.
WATCHEROFMOON: In this manner have the Twelve been shaped over eons into images that fit men's ideals.

Krile: So you were right, Raha. Hopes and prayers have the power to influence the gods.

WATCHEROFMOON: Yet even as they thus changed, at Venat's behest, they would have refrained from intervening in mortal affairs.
WATCHEROFMOON: As a result, there will have been times when they acted in ways that are contrary to your expectations.
WATCHEROFMOON: But now that Hydaelyn is no more and the Final Days averted, the Twelve have arrived at a decision regarding their fate all their own.
WATCHEROFMOON: 'Tis not for me to reveal the truth of their desire. I can, however, guarantee that it will not visit harm upon mankind. Nay, far from it.

Snoegeim: Well, I for one never felt that the gods meant us ill. To have your guarantee as well, we couldn't possibly doubt them anymore!

G'raha Tia: It is most assuring to confirm the connection between you and the Twelve.
G'raha Tia: With this, we may proceed in our quest with easier hearts.

Krile: Thank you for sharing your knowledge with us. We shall return to the Omphalos and continue engaging with your brethren.

WATCHEROFMOON: That is well. As I watch on, I shall pray that the tale comes to a happy conclusion for gods and men alike.
WATCHEROFMOON: May your journey be fulfilling...

Krile: Something's amiss. The gods' avatars are nowhere to be seen...

LLYMLEAN@Audacious Woman: That's because our preparations are complete!
LLYMLEAN@Audacious Woman: Ahhh, I've waited so bloody long for this moment!

Thaliak@Sagely Man: Tsk-tsk, Llymlaen. Are such uncouth words the first you would speak unto our guests?

LLYMLEAN: Oh, leave off, Thaliak! You can't tell me you're not as excited as I am!

Thaliak: I would be the first to admit my joy, but on such a momentous occasion, I would act with due propriety.
Thaliak: Well met, children of man. 'Tis our understanding that you have spoken with the watcher and ascertained our true nature.
Thaliak: Indeed, we were created by Hydaelyn to tend the star.
Thaliak: Having built the Omphalos at its heart, and our sanctums throughout aether-rich Eorzea, we labored to preserve the balance of reality.

G'raha Tia: All of this we have learned, but there is still one thing we do not understand.
G'raha Tia: Our analysis of the phantom realm revealed that you and yours dilute your very selves by fighting us.
G'raha Tia: Would this not impede your ability to carry out your duties?

Deryk: We appreciate your concern, but you needn't worry.

Question: What will you say?

> What's going on?
> I knew it—you were ''him'' all along.
> So...the baby opo-opo was Oschon all along?
---

Deryk: I haven't been honest with you, and for that I apologize.
Deryk: Likewise, I knew that you harbored suspicion as to my true identity.
Deryk: Loath though I am to disappoint, it isn't the little fellow.
Deryk: While my brethren used various creatures as their avatars, I chose the form of a man, the better to share in your solitude.
Deryk: And it fell to me...
Deryk@Oschon: ...The Wanderer, to beckon unto the Omphalos they who could grant our wish.

Snoegeim: Wh-What? How could you hide such a thing from us!?

Deryk@Oschon: Had you known my true identity and our purpose, we feared that you would refuse to fight us.
Deryk@Oschon: But our fears were unfounded. You've heeded our request and, despite the hardships, endeavored to grant it.
Deryk@Oschon: Forgive me, [Forename], but I must leave the little fellow in your care.
Deryk@Oschon: In the innermost part of our realm, we shall reveal the truth in its entirety.
Deryk@Oschon: As your patron deity, ever have I watched over you. And now I await your coming with bated breath.
Deryk@Oschon: I await your coming with bated breath.

LLYMLEAN: I know the ones who are mine, and I know you too, [Forename]. Gird your loins and have at us!
LLYMLEAN: This is our grandest moment, mortal. Gird your loins and have at us!

Thaliak: As your patron deity, I shall receive you with my all. Be as a raging torrent, child of man.
Thaliak: I shall receive you with my all. Be as a raging torrent, child of man.

Krile: I don't blame Deryk for hiding the truth. 'Tis no easy thing to say that you're actually a god.

Snoegeim: In his wanderings, I can't help but wonder what Deryk thought and felt...

Baby Opo-opo: Ook...ook?

G'raha Tia: So Deryk is the Wanderer, the deity who shares in men's solitude...
G'raha Tia: And in order to beckon us to the phantom realm, he posed as an explorer and solicited the aid of the Sons of Saint Coinach.
G'raha Tia: In spite of this, I do not feel as though I've been deceived, nor do I harbor any resentment. Rather, I simply feel sad.

Krile: I understand. 'Tis as if a dear friend were suddenly spirited far away...
Krile: In hindsight, perhaps it was in expectation of the coming battle that he had kept men at arm's length.

Baby Opo-opo: Ook...

Krile: I imagine it must be even harder for you...

Snoegeim: But to know that one of the Twelve walked among us... It makes me want to do the best we can by them.

Krile: Aye. Since time immemorial, the Twelve have watched over all who abide on this star.
Krile: And even as they fulfilled their purpose of maintaining stability, as beings possessed of sentience, they also heeded the hearts of men.
Krile: So let us likewise heed their hearts, and do our utmost to grant them their desire.

G'raha Tia: Then I believe we all know what comes next.
G'raha Tia: By all indications, this will be the final foray into the gods' sanctum. This task, we entrust to you and your adventurer friends once more, [Forename].
G'raha Tia: As there's no telling what may happen afterwards, I shall remain on guard here.
G'raha Tia: Twice now you have triumphed, and I have faith that you will do so yet again. Go well, [Forename]!
G'raha Tia: Worry not, I shall hold the fort here. Pray focus on the battles ahead.

Krile: Though we're assured that fulfilling the gods' desire won't visit harm upon the star, I cannot help but worry what may come to pass. We must be prepared.

Snoegeim: For the coming foray, you should face Thaliak in the Heaven of Water, and Llymlaen and Oschon in the Heaven of Wind.
Snoegeim: While Nymeia would also abide in the former, I believe she has already fulfilled her part. Which means an easier time for you...or so I hope!

Baby Opo-opo: Ook...

G'raha Tia: [Forename], are you all right!?

Krile: Thanks for clearing the way, [Forename]. That being, I presume, is the Twelve...?

THETWELVE: You have done well, children of man. As promised, we shall reveal the truth in its entirety.
THETWELVE: Our desire is simply thus: to give ourselves unto the star as a blessing.
THETWELVE: In the twelve millennia we have existed, we have come to harbor tremendous power through prayers.
THETWELVE: Through battle, our essence shall unravel and return to the star, where it might give rise to new life. Such is our final gift to you.

Snoegeim: You mean you'll disappear!?

THETWELVE: Yes. The fragments of our former souls which serve as the core of our existence shall rejoin the Lifestream.
THETWELVE: Yet though we may fade from sight, our individuality lost, our stabilizing influence shall endure.
THETWELVE: The only thing to change is where your prayers find their way. Henceforth, it shall be this, the instrument of blessing, that receives of mortal hopes—hopes that shall be given back to the star.

G'raha Tia: But your presence brings comfort to mankind. Everyone would wish for you to remain. Must you truly fade away?

THETWELVE: Such gladdening things you say, child. We must confess, what we do, we also do for ourselves.
THETWELVE: When mankind overcame the Final Days, it so moved us that even we who are but constructs knew the greatest joy.
THETWELVE: You have shown your unfaltering love for the world. In return, we would show our undying love for you.
THETWELVE: Worry not. Myths are wont to be woven and passed down.
THETWELVE: So long as men hold the Twelve in fondness, we shall live on in your faith in us.

Snoegeim: Wh-When you say such things... <sob>

THETWELVE: The moment of parting is come. By our blessing, may you march towards a brighter future.
THETWELVE: Farewell, beloved children.

Althyk: When you are ready, brothers and sisters.

Byregot: May the font of your ingenuity ever flow.

Rhalgr: Yours is the strength to destroy all obstacles.

Azeyma: Abide in virtue, and hold fast to the truth.

Nald'thal: There is meaning in your deeds. Celebrate life and embrace death.

Nophica: May you flourish, and reap a bountiful harvest.

Althyk: In your limited time, have boundless compassion.

Halone: Carry yourself with honor and forge on, towards victory.

Menphina: Harbor love in your heart—for yourself, for others, and for the world.

Thaliak: From past to future the river of knowledge flows. Be part of its nourishing waters.

Nymeia: May a wonderful new world greet you beyond destiny's horizon.

LLYMLEAN: Be calm as the ocean, and you shall weather any storm.

Oschon: As the wind blows unfettered, may you be free to follow your heart.

Halone@Halone's Voice: You needn't agonize so, Oschon.

Nophica@Nophica's Voice: Remain with them if that be your desire.

Oschon: But...this is what we've dreamed of. To return to the star together.
Oschon: I just... I never imagined that I would grow so fond of them. That parting would be so hard...

Nald'thal@Nald'thal's Voice: Long as we have abided in patience to rejoin the Lifestream...

Althyk@Althyk's Voice: For the drop in the river of time that is man's fleeting life...

Nymeia@Nymeia's Voice: Why not share your fate with them?

LLYMLEAN@Llymlaen's Voice: Follow your heart, as you ever have.

Menphina@Menphina's Voice: And when the time comes, we shall meet again.

Deryk: I've...decided to continue journeying a while longer.
Deryk: That I'm still here... I can scarce believe it myself.

G'raha Tia: It cannot have been easy for Deryk to break with his decision. I should like to hear what went through his mind.

Snoegeim: He's back! He's really back! <sniff>

Baby Opo-opo: Ook-ook-ook!

Krile: Words can't well express my surprise when I opened my eyes to see Deryk standing there.
Krile: I'm naturally curious as to what happened, but above all, I rejoice for a dear friend returned.
</nowiki>}}
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Suited for Affection

2026-04-24T02:09:55Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = Suited for Affection
| description = Lisette de Valentione's gaze is sultry, yet her eyes wander uneasily. ※This quest is available for a limited time only.
| image = suited for affection1.png
| quest-giver = Lisette de Valentione
| related-npcs = Astrid; Contemplative Resident; Emilie; Hortefense; Idle Resident; Relaxing Resident
| location = Old Gridania
| location-x = 10
| location-y = 9
| type = feature
| quest-line = Valentione's Day (2023)
| journal-section = Other Quests
| journal-category = Seasonal Events Quests
| journal-genre = Valentione's Day (2023)
| level = 15
| req-quest = It's Probably Pirates
| exp = 1440
| gil = 315
| prev-quest =
| next-quest =
| reward1 = 1 Vested Emissary's Attire Coffer
| reward2 = 1 Frilled Emissary's Attire Coffer
| unlocks = ach To Thine Own Self Be True
| patch = 6.3
| release = endwalker
| id-gt = 70190
| id-edb = fd0a4dcb7d4
}}

==Steps==
*Speak with Emilie and have her accompany you.
*Speak with Gridanian residents while accompanied by Emilie.
*Speak with Gridanian residents while accompanied by Emilie again.
*Speak with Gridanian residents while accompanied by Emilie yet again.
*Speak with Emilie.

==Journal==
* Lisette de Valentione's gaze is sultry, yet her eyes wander uneasily.
** ※This quest is available for a limited time only.

* Lisette de Valentione, vaunted emissary of love and ardor, is having sister trouble─to wit, said sister is being stubbornly insistent that she relieve Lisette of her Valentione's Day duties this year. Upon further inquiry, you discover that her demand stems from a desire to allow Lisette time with her own beloved during this season of romance. After you pledge your support to Astrid, Lisette finally consents to her younger sister's wishes, counseling her to stay true to her heart as she fulfills her duty as an emissary of affection.

:Now wearing her sister's proverbial shoes, Astrid asks you to accompany her colleague, an emissary-in-training named Emilie, on a promotional tour around Gridania. You speak to Emilie to get started, but not before you take note of the cheerful determination on Astrid's face─and her uncharacteristically frilly outfit.
:* ※Please note that you will be unable to complete this quest after the seasonal event has ended. For details, please check the Lodestone.

* You and Emilie set off towards the Leatherworkers' Guild to begin your advertising campaign. The lilt of a haltingly improvised love poem tells you Astrid is also hard at work.
** ※You must be accompanied by Emilie to complete this task. Speak with her again should you become separated.

* You managed to snag the interest of a Gridanian resident with your enthusiastic pitch. Next, Emilie suggests you head towards the Shaded Bower.

* You secure another participant for the festivities, but Emilie seems somewhat thrown by his compliment. Shaking off her reaction, she proclaims the Centaur's Eye as your next destination.

* Emilie successfully invites another potential merrymaker, but in the next breath confesses her uneasiness towards her own state of dress. In truth, she admits, she would rather wear something “adorable” rather than “handsome,” but felt it her supporting duty to contrast Lady Astrid's attire. After encouraging her to share her true feelings with Astrid, you part ways for a time to let Emilie gather her thoughts.

* You meet Emilie back at Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre only to find Lady Astrid looking rather bedraggled. Apparently, receiving the attentions inspired of her “adorable” outfit has been exhausting, and yet she feels it is her duty as Lady Lisette's successor to weather it nonetheless. Emilie takes this chance to admit her own discomfort, and you both urge Astrid to consider that love of one's natural preferences is as worthy a love as any other. Astrid is bolstered by your encouragement and vows to become the sort of emissary she is best suited to become─after changing into a suit herself, that is. Exchanging outfits, Astrid and Emilie continue facilitating this year's Valentione's Day celebrations with undeniable and radiant confidence.

==Dialogue==

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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
LISETTE: As dawnlight kisses sky above, So too eternal beams my love. Though dusk may drown the world in grey, The night shall taste— ...Why, hello there!
LISETTE: If it isn't my hero of zeal, my champion of cherishers! 'Tis ever a pleasure to meet you in this rosiest of seasons.
LISETTE: You, my dear adventurer, have the unmistakable gleam of a {{alternatives|woman|man}} who would champion the cause of love—of Valentione's Day!
LISETTE: If you have a moment, I should be much obliged to hear your thoughts upon a certain matter of the heart. Of ''my'' heart, to be precise...
LISETTE: You see, my sister Astrid has been demanding to lead the celebrations this year. Yet while her enthusiasm does her credit, I simply cannot shirk my responsibilities as head emissary of ardor!
LISETTE: No matter what I say, she refuses to budge on the matter, but perhaps she would heed reason were it to come from an impartial party—and such a charming one at that! So I beg you, will you not try to talk some sense into her?

Astrid: I heard what my sister told you, but I simply ''must'' be allowed to oversee the festivities this year! I have my reasons!
Astrid: Lisette herself has a love. Yet she devotes all her time and energy to the happiness of others when she should be focusing on her own!
Astrid: I must confess, I didn't always approve of my sister's choice of partner. With his lowly upbringing, I had believed Hortefense didn't deserve her.
Astrid: But through my work as an emissary, I've come to realize that such things as birth and station matter not so long as there is love.
Astrid: And you should be embracing this occasion to foster that love instead of worrying about others!

LISETTE: <sigh> Look here, Astrid. I appreciate your concern, I do, but the reputation of House Valentione hinges on the success of these celebrations.
LISETTE: As lady of the house, I've labored to ensure that everything has gone smoothly, year in and year out. Failure is not an option—you understand this, yes?

Astrid: I know this full well, Sister, and I won't fail us. I even have the assistance of our new emissary-in-training.

LISETTE: ...What do you think, adventurer?

Question: What will you say?

> I say leave it to Astrid. And if it'd make you feel better, I'll help too.
> Will this emissary-in-training spend more time helping or, you know...training?
---

LISETTE: Well now, who am I to turn away an offer of help from such a charming adventurer?

Astrid: I must say, the thought did cross my mind...
Astrid: ...Then, would you be willing to assist us too, adventurer? Yours would be a most reassuring presence in our efforts!

LISETTE: Yes, with your good self watching over Astrid, I believe I can entrust this year's celebration to her with an easy heart!
LISETTE: I hereby leave our legacy in your hands. So long as you stay true to your heart, you will surely do us proud.
LISETTE: And even should something go awry, fret not—there is little I cannot fix with my indubitable charms.
LISETTE: Right, then...
LISETTE: I suppose I'll go and...embrace the spirit of the season.

Astrid: Whew! With Lisette gone, we may finally begin our work. Speaking of which, I must immediately impose upon you.
Astrid: Originally, I was meant to make the rounds with Emilie, our new recruit, to advertise the event we shall be hosting later on.
Astrid: However, now that I have officially assumed my sister's responsibilities, I'm required to remain here at her post. Might you accompany Emilie in my stead?
Astrid: Thank you! Pray wait a moment while I fetch her!
Astrid: Ahem! In love's fine season, our task is one—to spread gay tidings to all and...one? Erm, allow me to present our new apprentice of affection!
Astrid: Yes, well, the dress is quite a departure from my usual attire. But if I am to follow in Lisette's footsteps, I naturally must adopt her lovely image!

Emilie: Nice to meet you, adventurer! My name is Emilie, and it will be my pleasure to advertise the festivities together.

Astrid: Let Emilie know when you are ready to, er...fly forth upon the wings of ardor and spread the word of our happy congregation!
Astrid: Go forth, my sweet cherubs of passion! Deliver your messages of love and, er...return hither once you're done!

Emilie: Shall we be off, then?
Emilie: This being my first time promoting an event, I'm not certain how to start talking to strangers... May I ask you to take the lead?
Emilie: Thank you! I'll be sure to observe you closely. Now then, shall we first head to the Leatherworkers' Guild? I daresay some folk there will be interested in our event.

RESIDENTSA04654: Looks like I'm early. Wonder if there's something to do to pass the time...
RESIDENTSA04654: Looks like I'm early. Wonder if there's something to do to pass the time...

Question: What will you say?

> Come and celebrate Valentione's Day with us!
> Hearken thee, for Valentione's Day, that grand celebration of ardor and affection, is come once more!
> Lali-ho!
---

Emilie: Cheerful and to the point—that, I can do!
Emilie: Amazing! I can imagine Lisette herself delivering such a delightful invitation!
Emilie: Lali...ho? I-I am not familiar with its meaning, but how unique!
Emilie: Erm... Valentione's Day celebrations are being held at Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre! There will be costumes and merrymaking and a special congregation wherein participants profess their love! Please join us if you have the time.

RESIDENTSA04654: Well now, that does sound like fun! I'll head over at once. My thanks for letting me know!

Emilie: That went well! Let's keep up the good work!
Emilie: Next, let's head to the Shaded Bower, on the way to the markets. Oh, and I shall try taking the lead this time—your example was most inspiring!

RESIDENTSB04654: Aaah, nothing feels so fine as finishing up a good day's work!
RESIDENTSB04654: Aaah, nothing feels so fine as finishing up a good day's work!

Emilie: Come and celebrate Valentione's Day with us!
Emilie: Hearken thee, for Valentione's Day, that grand celebration of ardor and affection, is come once more!
Emilie: L-Lali-ho!
Emilie: We are hosting Valentione's Day celebrations at Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre! Come join us for refreshments, costumes, and a special event wherein participants proclaim their affections.

RESIDENTSB04654: A handsome invitation from a handsome lass! How could I refuse? I'll bring my wife too—she loves her festivals!

Emilie: W-Wonderful! We look forward to seeing you there!
Emilie: "Handsome“... If anything, I wanted to be ''win''some.
Emilie: I'll just have to try harder next time, I suppose...
Emilie: Well, let's make our way through the Ebony Stalls and to the Centaur's Eye.

RESIDENTSC04654: When they say “the quickest way to the heart is through the stomach,” do they mean with chocolates, or...?

Emilie: A very good {{alternatives|evening|morning|day}} to you, miss! Do you not simply ''adore'' this sweet season of ardor and affection?

RESIDENTSC04654: Oh! You're one of the Valentione's Day people, I take it?

Emilie: Indeed I am! Over at Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre, we are hosting a ''delightful'' event with ''gorgeous'' costumes to try on and an opportunity to speak of ''love'' to your heart's content!

RESIDENTSC04654: Well now, what a passionate and dashing emissary you are! Thank you for the invitation—and good luck with the festivities!

Emilie: ...''Dashing''? <sigh>
Emilie: I know it was said in kindness, but I just... No. This is no time to complain—not when Astrid's trying so hard to do her sister proud.
Emilie: She was hesitant about the dress—said that such attire doesn't become her—but she donned it anyway in order to be like Lisette. And she positively shines in it, don't you think?
Emilie: It was to help her shine even brighter that I decided to wear this suit.
Emilie: I believed it would serve to provide contrast when we're side by side onstage.
Emilie: But this—this simply isn't me. I've always preferred to look ladylike. ''Adorable''. And being called “handsome” and “dashing” reminds me how far from myself I am right now. I need to persevere, I know this. It isn't the time to be selfish. And yet...

Question: What will you say?

> I don't think having preferences is selfish.
> I'm sure Astrid would want you to feel comfortable.
---

Emilie: Truly? Then perhaps...I will speak with Astrid about it.
Emilie: I'll need a moment to gather my thoughts, but let's meet back at the amphitheatre shortly!

Astrid: ...A-Adorable? 'Tis very kind of you to compliment me so. Yes, very kind indeed... P-Please enjoy the festivities!

Emilie: Ah, there you are.
Emilie: I ''tried'' gathering my thoughts...but I still don't know how I should broach the subject with Astrid.
Emilie: Nevertheless, I'm determined to speak with her, and I would be grateful for your presence.

Astrid: W-Welcome back, my messengers of...messages. How fared your efforts?

Emilie: Oh, splendidly! We met many souls eager to celebrate this season of love. But...if I may, there's something I wished to discuss with you...
Emilie: ...L-Later, perhaps. You're looking a little pale, Astrid. Are you feeling well?

Astrid: Oh, er—fret not, Emilie! I am simply blanched with anticipation for today's most lovely events! Peaked with pleasure, as it were! Er...weak with, I mean!
Astrid: ...Oh, who am I fooling? The truth is, people have been bombarding me with compliments on my appearance. Every second person says that I look “sweet” or “adorable,” and it's been positively exhausting.
Astrid: As a daughter of nobility, I know I ought to desire such praise—beauty and grace are highly commendable virtues in our circles, after all.
Astrid: But one day, I met a knight—a fellow daughter of a noble house—and I found myself drawn to her strength and gallantry.
Astrid: Our famous ancestor Countess Arabelle was also a skilled warrior, you know. Alas, I've never had the physical disposition for such a rigorous calling.
Astrid: And though I find comfort in incorporating the spirit of chivalry into my guise and mannerism, if I'm to be an emissary worthy of succeeding Lisette, I must accept the attire that comes with the position, and set aside my own preferences.

Question: What will you say?

> Emilie would be happy to trade outfits with you!
> Embracing one's own preferences is also an expression of love—''self''-love.
---

Emilie: Uwaaah! Wh-What are you doing!? M-My thoughts—must gather my thoughts!

Astrid: It may be said that to prefer is to love. Still, as an emissary, I can't allow my personal concerns to interfere with duty.

Emilie: ...Ahem. Astrid. I know your feelings all too well...for I have them too, though in reverse to you.
Emilie: I find it uplifting to be called “sweet” or “adorable.” Yet I feel anything but in this “handsome” suit...
Emilie: As emissaries of love, our duty is to help people embrace their hearts. But how are we to do this if we don't embrace our own? If we don't love ourselves and pursue our own happiness?

Astrid: You're right, Emilie. You're absolutely right.
Astrid: There I was, chiding Lisette for ignoring her own happiness. Yet here I am, guilty of doing the very same thing...
Astrid: In order to become a great emissary like my sister, I had believed that I needed to emulate her completely. But that isn't the case.
Astrid: No, as my sister herself advised, I need to stay true to my heart.
Astrid: Only then can I hope to become the best emissary that I can be!

Emilie: Were it not for your encouragement, Astrid and I might have continued to be miserable, trying to be someone we're not. Thank you for helping us to be true to ourselves!

Astrid: Come, Emilie! Let us trade outfits at once!

LISETTE: Just so... To succeed someone doesn't mean you have to imitate them. Now that Astrid has learned this, she's truly ready to take over the Valentione legacy.

Hortefense: Which means we can start considering our future in earnest. Among other things, I still need to pay my respects to your family.

LISETTE: Y-Yes, well, we'll get around to it soon enough. Ishgard wasn't built in a day, you know...

System: You now have access to the Valentione's Ceremony seasonal instance! To enter the venue, speak with the House Valentione servant at Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre.
System: The Valentione's Ceremony is an instance designed for a party of two. There are no class, job, or level requirements for participation.
System: In the event that you register for the ceremony alone, your partner will be found via the matching system.
System: Emilie is now accompanying you. Keep her at your side in order to proceed with quest objectives.
System: You can leave Emilie behind by entering a different area, or by speaking with her and selecting the option to part ways.
System: If you wish to have Emilie accompany you again, return and speak with her at the original location.
System: While you are accompanied, you may encounter “conversation points” along the way which offer additional topics of discussion.
System: Enter the glowing area and speak with your quest companions to initiate these bonus conversations. Enjoy exploring your surroundings together!

Question: What will you do?

> '''Discuss Valentione's Day.'''
> '''Discuss gifts.'''
> '''Discuss the Centaur's Eye.'''
> Speak with Emilie.
> Part ways with Emilie.
> Nothing.
---

Emilie: Look, you can just see the amphitheatre from here. I simply love Valentione's Day—the soft colors, the hearts, the adorable costumes...
Emilie: I'm so glad I found the courage to ask Lisette if I could become an emissary! It's nothing short of a dream come true.
Emilie: There's no shortage of Valentione's gifts to choose from at the markets. By all accounts, the most popular chocolate is from the Bismarck.
Emilie: Are you planning to give a special someone a gift too? Assuming you have the skills, they say nothing conveys your feelings quite like chocolates you made yourself. And if you're thinking flowers, a red Azeyma rose never fails to please!
Emilie: This is my brother-in-law's shop! He proposed to my sister on Valentione's Day, and they've been inseparable ever since!
Emilie: Let's do our best to gather a big crowd!

Question: Are you sure you wish to part ways with Emilie?

Emilie: Have urgent business, do you? Very well, I'll wait for you at the amphitheatre.
Emilie: Ah, you're back. Let's be off again.

System: You must be accompanied by Emilie and have her at your side in order to proceed with quest objectives.
System: Emilie has yet to arrive. Be sure she is at your side before attempting to continue.
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Sights of the West

2026-04-24T02:09:54Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = Sights of the West
| quest-giver = Elsebee Ironheart
| location = Tuliyollal
| location-x = 13.9
| location-y = 10.1
| type = featurequasi
| quest-line =
| level = 90
| unlocks = ot Sightseeing Log Entries 1-28 (Dawntrail)
| req-quest = The Rite of Succession
| prev-quest = A Sight to Behold
| next-quest = Sights of the West and Beyond
| release = dawntrail
| patch = 7.0
| id-gt = 70542
| id-edb-exists = n
}}

[[Sights of the West]] is a level 90 quasi-quest. There are no steps to this quest: Talking to the questgiver both accepts and completes the quest. It will immediately unlock the entries 1-28 of the Dawntrail Sightseeing Log.

==Steps==
''There are no journal entries for this quest.''

==Journal==
''There are no journal entries for this quest.''

==Dialogue==

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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Elsebee Ironheart: A fellow Eorzean, am I right? Do you fancy yourself much of a sightseer?
Elsebee Ironheart: Dear old Millith gave you her journal? My, what a small world. It just so happens that I'm her cousin! Elsebee Ironheart at your service.
Elsebee Ironheart: Well, if you've met Cousin Millith, I'm sure you can guess why I “crossed the salt,” as they say. This continent is positively brimming with sights unseen by Eorzean eyes, and I'm here to discover them all!
Elsebee Ironheart: My twin sister and I, that is. You see, I had more interest in Yok, while she was drawn to the vistas of Xak. So it was that we parted ways at the bridge, each of us touring half of Tural.
Elsebee Ironheart: ...So give me your sightseeing log, then!
Elsebee Ironheart: Let's see, let's see... Oh, how beautiful! I should like to see these places myself someday. Ahem, er, sorry, I was going to just scribble down...
Elsebee Ironheart: ...my notes on Yok Tural! I included what my sister shared with me of Xak Tural, but I'm afraid it isn't much.
Elsebee Ironheart: My twin's name is Emeline and she's still wandering about over there. Given your natural affinity for Ironhearts, you'll doubtless run into her someday.
Elsebee Ironheart: Well, I'm sure you've got places to be and vistas to behold. May your journey throughout Tural be bright and unforgettable!

System: Dawntrail entries have been added to your sightseeing log!
System: You must be level 90 or above to record Dawntrail vistas. Travel to the location indicated and fulfill the necessary conditions and you will complete the entry for that vista, earning experience points in the process.
System: Use your wits and the notes provided by Elsebee to identify these stunning sights and the proper way to appreciate them, and see Tural as only the greatest explorers have seen her!

Elsebee Ironheart: Eager to behold Tural's myriad wonders, are you? Come and find me once you're a bit more experienced.

System: In order to undertake this quest, you must be level 90 or above.
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Not from Around Here

2026-04-24T02:09:53Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = Not from Around Here
| description = Hildibrand is keen to embark on the next leg of your investigation.
| image = not from around here1.png
| quest-giver = Hildibrand
| related-npcs = Archeion Custodian; Brandihild; Delion; Elezen Agriculturist; Excitable Youth; Godbert; Godbrand; Good-hearted Gleaner; Highlander Agriculturist; Lalafellin Agriculturist; Midlander Agriculturist; Nashu Mhakaracca; Nilzozo; PuPu
| location = Thavnair
| location-x = 15.2
| location-y = 15.1
| type = feature
| quest-line = Somehow Further Hildibrand Adventures
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Hildibrand Sidequests
| journal-genre = Somehow Further Hildibrand Adventures Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| requirements =
| req-items =
| exp = 0
| gil = 3330
| reward1 = 1 Wind-up PuPu
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = By Agents Unknown
| next-quest = A Spirited Reforging, Of Duplicity and Duplication
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.45
| id-gt = 70291
| id-edb = c22e93aeedd
}}

==Steps==
*Speak with [[Hildibrand]] in [[Old Sharlayan]].
*Speak with Hildibrand.
*Speak with Hildibrand at [[the Archeion]].
*Gather information at [[Meryall Agronomics]].
*Speak with Hildibrand.
*Speak with Hildibrand in [[Radz-at-Han]].
*Speak with [[Delion]].

==Journal==
*Hildibrand is keen to embark on the next leg of your investigation.

*In order to pursue the Case of the Silent Correspondent once more, you prepare to ship off to Sharlayan. Or teleport, as the case may be. Assuming they follow your advice, Hildibrand and the rest of your party should be waiting to meet you near the Confluence.

*Despite it being their first time traveling by experimental aetheryte, most of your companions appear to be unaffected by aetherial sickness. Delion is the notable exception, though it is unclear if his suffering is due to some intrinsic quality, or because the gods were feeling capricious. In any event, the editor in chief is determined to push through his nausea, proposing an immediate investigation of the Sharlayans' “underground military facility”─an idea onto which the inspector latches with characteristic enthusiasm. The Hall of Artifice awaits.

*Lacking the proper permissions to board the lift, Hildibrand's foray into Labyrinthos appears to be over as soon as it began. It is fortunate, then, that Godbert arrives at this very moment to exert his ambassadorial authority, affording your companions access as part of the Syndicate member's entourage. Next stop: the Archeion.

*Your initial inquiries into archived alien starships meet with no success. A custodian does, however, mention having seen a PuPu-like visitor at Meryall Agronomics. With renewed vigor, your party descends to the Medial Circuit with the intention of interviewing the local laborers.

*Your in-depth interrogations reveal that an individual resembling PuPu─and not merely another mandragora─did indeed visit the Labyrinthos farm in the company of a decidedly less-alien acquaintance. Hildibrand will wish to corroborate your findings.

*The information you extracted matches what the inspector has learned, and you are soon joined by the gleaner responsible for guiding the oddly paired visitors into Labyrinthos.

:It transpires that one was a Hannish apothecary who, upon giving up on his mercantile endeavors in war-torn Garlemald, came across a wrecked vessel and its unusual pilot stranded in the snow. The gleaner met said apothecary in Thavnair, the man having returned to his homeland with both broken craft and alien occupant in tow. Wishing to offer assistance with repairs, the gleaner then escorted them to Sharlayan─and Thaumazein's famed engineers. Once the vessel was restored, however, the pair departed and have not been seen since.

:You remain one step behind, but for now it is enough to know that PuPu's friend is very much alive, and likely to be found in the company of the alchemist. With these clues in hand, your party elects to return to Radz-at-Han and continue the search.

*Back in Radz-at-Han you are joined by Godbert, who has succeeded in locating a missing family relic. PuPu recognizes the recovered artifact as a device made by Mandervillians─a technologically advanced alien race─and offers to access and present to everyone whatever images may be stored within it. Thus do all gather in a darkened room to view the recording, where you are blindsided by the revelation that Godbrand, the founding lord of House Manderville, was the last surviving member of the starfaring Mandervillians. Manderville weaponry, too, appears to be the product of extraterrestrial innovation. While initially flabbergasted, Hildibrand and Godbert accept their cosmic roots without question, and vow to uphold their ancestor's heartfelt wishes to aid the people of this star. Before returning to his labors, however, Godbert asks that you meet him at the aetheryte plaza, hinting at a gift of some kind...

*Before Godbert makes his appearance, Delion approaches you to express contrition at his misjudgment of the Sharlayan people, as the discovery he has devoted readers among the scholars has done much to improve his perception of them. His low opinion of PuPu, on the other hand, has not changed whatsoever, and he bids you stand ready for the moment the alien reveals his true colors. It is then that Godbert arrives to present you with a clockwork version of everyone's favorite little blue man. More than ever, the goldsmith is determined to progress with his weaponsmithing endeavor, and he remains amenable to your expert assistance.

==Dialogue==

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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Nashu Mhakaracca: Nice teamwork, [Forename]!

KOYOKOYO: Brandihild told me you all went in search of ingredients for my medicine. I am so very grateful!

Delion: The time has come, [Forename]. Sharlayan is the beating heart of this conspiracy, and I won't let them hide their machinations any longer!

BRADIHILND: My calculations may have failed me, but my companions did not. 'Twas your quick thinking that saw the villain laid low—with a tremendous flourish, no less.

Hildibrand: Sharlayan awaits! We need only charter a suitable sea vessel.

BRADIHILND: Of course, but...does not the city lie many days' sail to the north? Is there no swifter means of reaching our destination?

Hildibrand: So this “experimental aetheryte” will allow us to teleport thither even absent attunement? Splendid! Then we shall avail ourselves of the technological marvel forthwith!

Delion: Urgh... Oh gods... Save me...

Nashu Mhakaracca: I hope Delion wasn't too attached to his {{alternatives|dinner|breakfast|lunch}}!

BRADIHILND: How severe is your aether sickness, Master PuPu?

KOYOKOYO: Oh, when you've traveled the cosmos as much as I have, teleportation is not the least bit disconcerting.

Hildibrand: So this is the city of learning. A sophisticated gentleman should feel right at home here!

Delion: Ulp...ugh...h-how are you all not...s-sick to your stomachs?

Nashu Mhakaracca: Experimental aetherytes make travel exponentially more fun!

Delion: Sometimes I feel as though I am the only normal person in this group of eccentrics...
Delion: B-But...ulp...this is not the time to succumb to nausea. Not here, in the belly of the beast.
Delion: Rumor has it the Sharlayans' secret agents travel the star in search of “specimens,” which they collect and bring home in service to a confidential research project. Said project is conducted in a huge underground military facility. If we're to find answers, then that's where we need to look.

Question: What will you say?

> Secret agents? You mean...gleaners?
> Labyrinthos. Not a military facility...
---

Hildibrand: These “gleaner” chaps sound like they might know a thing or two. I say we pay them a visit in their little underground base.
Hildibrand: I say, this “Labyrinthos” sounds promising. I say we head down there and make inquiries as to the whereabouts of our missing alien friend.
Hildibrand: We simply take a lift from the Hall of Artifice, yes? Then let us be on our way!

Nashu Mhakaracca: If you're still feeling poorly, my all-purpose cure can perk you right up!

Delion: Ah, no-no-no thank you! I am much recovered!

BRADIHILND: The city's archives are said to be bursting with knowledge of countless peoples accumulated over the centuries. I should very much like to peruse the shelves—once we have attended to our main mission.

KOYOKOYO: What beautiful architecture. Sharlayan is clearly one of your more advanced civilizations.

Hildibrand: Ah, these must be the lifts in question.

Nilzozo: Do you wish to descend into Labyrinthos, {{alternatives|madam|sir}}?
Nilzozo: My apologies, but each of your companions must also secure the proper permissions before we can allow them entrance.

Hildibrand: If it is assurances you need, then surely a single glance is all you require to judge us trustworthy!

Nilzozo: I could certainly make some...judgments, but that is neither here nor there. Admission to Labyrinthos is subject to Forum policy.

Delion: ''You're'' the ones who should be judged! I know you're hiding aliens and xenotechnology in that underground base of yours! Admit it!

Nilzozo: Xenotechnology...? I sincerely have no idea what you're talking about.

Godbert@???: Oho, yet again do our paths cross in most serendipitous fashion!

Hildibrand: F-Father! What business brings you to Sharlayan!?

Godbert: I am in search of a certain object—one crucial to the continued refinement of the Manderville weaponry. My investigations lead me to believe it is to be found here, in Labyrinthos.
Godbert: And as you also seem to have business down below...
Godbert: This is my son and his bosom companions. If I vouch for their character, will you kindly allow them to board the lift?

Nilzozo: Ah, Master Godbert Manderville. The Forum sent word of your impending arrival.
Nilzozo: As a member of the Syndicate, your ambassadorial status affords you an entourage of up to five members. Pray consider their permissions arranged.

Godbert: I know not your current mission, but for the time being, I suggest you accompany me to the Archeion.

Delion: An underground archive with such an extravagant recreation of an outdoor habitat? What “innocent” purpose could it possibly serve!?
Delion: Oh—but of course! They're performing simulations to hone their strategy for aiding the aliens in their invasion of the world above!

Nashu Mhakaracca: We're underground...but aboveground at the same time!

BRADIHILND: What an incredible vault of accumulated curiosities. I should very much like to return here once our mission is complete.

KOYOKOYO: Ah, they have transformed this subterranean environment into one more suited to surface beings. I am reminded of the orbital stations built by my own home star.

Godbert: Sharlayan structures truly are works of art. Simply inspiring.

Hildibrand: From what Father tells me, this storage facility is replete with samples and specimens collected from every land on Etheirys. If anyone has information concerning visiting aliens and crashed starships, it will be these studious folk.

GUIDEOFTHEARCHEION: A shiny silver saucer? I'm sorry, but we have no record of any such object in our archives, either whole or in part.

Delion: Or so you would have us believe! But the purpose of this complex—this military fortress—is plain! You cannot deny that you're conducting secret research on alien starships!

GUIDEOFTHEARCHEION: We are not conducting secret research on alien starships. Yes, we did build a starfaring vessel in Thaumazein, but it was neither for military purposes nor of extraterrestrial origin.

Delion: Disguising your foul lies with a sprinkling of the truth, are we? Fine. I'll dig up the facts myself, and then everyone will hear what you're ''really'' up to!

GUIDEOFTHEARCHEION: While I cannot assist you with your missing craft, I do recall seeing an individual of like appearance to your companion here.

Hildibrand: You do!? And where was this, pray tell!?

GUIDEOFTHEARCHEION: At Meryall Agronomics, in the Medial Circuit. The lift at the back of the building will take you down there.

Hildibrand: Many thanks, my good man!

Godbert: Well, well, it seems you've found yourselves a solid lead. I have my own search to attend to, so I shall bid you good hunting and good day...

Hildibrand: Another round of in-depth inquiries by the agent of enquiry—and friends—is in order. To Meryall Agronomics we go!

BRADIHILND: What fine and juicy-looking grapes...

Delion: Mark my words, I'll find the evidence I require. They can't hide all traces of their alien alliance...

Nashu Mhakaracca: Master PuPu has found a new friend! Maybe they can help us find the old one!

KOYOKOYO: How could anyone ever mistake me for a mandragora? We look nothing alike...

Hildibrand: If I may, have you perchance come across an individual resembling this delightful blue ragamuffin here?

RESEARCHERD04755: Actually, now that you mention it...

RESEARCHERA04755: Your description would lead me to believe you're looking for one of the mandragoras hereabouts.
RESEARCHERA04755: But if, as you say, it's something else you're after, then I'm not sure if I can be of much help. I've only just started working here, so you may have more luck asking the older hands.

RESEARCHERB04755: Ah, you must be talking about one of those new mandragora strains. We whipped up a batch of bright-blue stray onions, but I'm afraid they started to rot almost immediately.
RESEARCHERB04755: Hm? Not a mandra, you say? Well, the only other bluish things I can think of around here are the grapes—look how luscious this crop turned out!

RESEARCHERC04755: Yes, the little blue man. Saw him with my own two eyes, I did, and it was no mandragora.
RESEARCHERC04755: A gleaner in the company of an outside visitor passed through a little while back. Nothing too unusual there, only this, uh, ''friend'' you described was scuttling along with them.
RESEARCHERC04755: I know not what purpose brought them to the farm, but whatever it was, they didn't tarry here long.

RESEARCHERA04755: I am sorry, but I honestly have no idea what to make of your story...

RESEARCHERB04755: So...not looking for a new species of mandragora, and you've no interest in grapes. It seems I've nothing for you.

RESEARCHERC04755: As I said, your missing comrade was here, albeit briefly. So at least you're on the right track!

RESEARCHERD04755: ...And that's all I know.

Hildibrand: Wonderful! That corroborates the information I but moments ago skillfully squirreled out of this farmer.
Hildibrand: She claims to be an acquaintance of the gleaner in question, in fact, and will bring him to talk to us shortly.
Hildibrand: Let's round up the others—we should all be present to hear what revelations this professional collector has to share.

GLEANER04755: You're the folk asking about the little blue man, yes?
GLEANER04755: Oh, and you've brought someone who's practically identical! You must be the same species, surely.

KOYOKOYO: My friend was really here, then...?

GLEANER04755: They certainly were. If you've a moment or three, I'll tell you the whole tale...
GLEANER04755: To begin at the beginning, I was in Thavnair on a procurement mission when I crossed paths with an apothecary and his unusual companion.
GLEANER04755: As I mentioned, the companion was almost your twin in appearance, and the wagon they rode upon bore a damaged vessel the likes of which I'd never seen before.

KOYOKOYO: Could it be...?

GLEANER04755: As a collector by trade I have a certain weakness for oddities, thus did I hail the apothecary to inquire after his company and his cargo.
GLEANER04755: The man was only too happy to share his story. He had, it seemed, quite recklessly plunged into the war-torn lands of Garlemald to sell his wares, reasoning that where there was conflict, there would be a need for medicinal goods.
GLEANER04755: The state of affairs was rather more volatile than he'd anticipated, however, and he was soon forced to abandon his venture. And so the apothecary began his long trek home, only to shortly thereafter discover a strange silvery ship—and its shaken pilot—crash-landed in a snowfield.

KOYOKOYO: It cannot be a coincidence...

GLEANER04755: The story continues. After extricating the battered vessel and its occupant from the snow, he brought them home to Radz–at–Han. His guest wished to make repairs to the craft, yet even amongst the wonders of the bazaar, they struggled to find suitable parts.
GLEANER04755: Hearing this, I suggested they bring the wreckage itself to Labyrinthos, and after they agreed to the idea, I escorted them here myself.
GLEANER04755: Alas, even the Thaumazein engineers who worked on the ark were stymied by the exotic ship, finding its technology impossible to comprehend, let alone replicate.
GLEANER04755: The little blue fellow eventually resorted to drafting schematics. While the engineers followed these step by step to craft the essential bits and bobs, the apothecary and his companion were waiting here at Meryall.

KOYOKOYO: And then what happened...?

GLEANER04755: Well, once our industrious visitor had what they needed, they repaired the vessel in a twinkling. The pair then departed almost immediately, and I've seen neither hide nor hair of them since.
GLEANER04755: I'm told the apothecary paid a handsome sum for the engineers' services, but, being typical Sharlayans, I wager they would've happily forfeited the coin for a chance to pore over every square ilm of that ship.
GLEANER04755: Now, I'm no scientist, but I'm beginning to think such an incredible vessel must've been some kind of starfaring craft. And that little blue man, well...
GLEANER04755: He must've been an alien from another world!
GLEANER04755: Or so I'd like to believe. I'm an avid reader of ''The Thavnairian Truth'', you see, and love to entertain these idle flights of fancy...
GLEANER04755: But I've rambled on too long. There are errands to attend to, and I really must take my leave. Good fortune to you!

Delion: C-Can it be true!? I have a readership in Sharlayan!
Delion: Perhaps I've misjudged these people...

Hildibrand: 'Twould seem your comrade is hale and healthy, Master PuPu! And in the company of a Hannish alchemist of undisclosed description...

KOYOKOYO: Yes, this is wonderful news! I am grateful indeed that we made the journey.

Hildibrand: I've a feeling this case will soon draw to a close! Come, let us return to Radz–at–Han and continue the search.

Nashu Mhakaracca: There and back again, in the blink of an eye!

OKKAKE: It's a relief to see that Miss Nashu is hale and whole and still fetching. I wasn't able to sneak into Labyrinthos, so I couldn't watch over her like usual. But I'm here for her now! Now and forever...

Hildibrand: To summarize our findings, we now know Master PuPu's friend is safe and in the company of a Hannish gentleman—and possibly here on this very isle...

Godbert@???: Oho, that ''does'' sound promising!

Hildibrand: Father! You've returned to the city? I trust this means your own investigation was successful?

Godbert: That it was...although laying hands on the object of my desire has been a long and frustrating ordeal, to say the least.
Godbert: Much painstaking research revealed to me the existence of a hereditary Manderville relic, within which slumbers the secrets of weapon augmentation. Yet though I turned our ancestral home upside down, I failed to unearth the artifact in question.
Godbert: The reason for its absence became clear when I chanced upon the journal of one of our forefathers. He wrote of a visiting scholar's keen interest in the relic, and how he thus surrendered it into Sharlayan's safekeeping for study.
Godbert: The trail led me to Labyrinthos. As it turns out, the Sharlayans never did find time to conduct their analysis. The custodian and I found the curio tucked away in a dusty corner of the Archeion, still awaiting processing.
Godbert: And here it is: an oddity every bit as perplexing as Godbrand's cipher-bound manual. How are we to liberate its hidden wisdom...?

KOYOKOYO: Oh, I can help you with that. These devices were made by the Mandervillians—a starfaring race with whom we once traded.

Hildibrand: S-Starfaring...?

Godbert: ...Mandervillians!?

KOYOKOYO: Yes, a highly evolved species with a mastery of advanced technologies. Our peoples shared ideas and inventions, so I am quite familiar with your family's “relic.”
KOYOKOYO: If you so wish, I can have the device project whatever images were stored upon it. A darkened room would afford us the clearest view, however...

Hildibrand: Then let us retire to our rooms in Kama and dim the lanterns. We must behold these secrets in optimal conditions!

Godbert: Mandervillians... A coincidental naming, or is there some deeper connection?

KOYOKOYO: Everyone comfortable? Let's see what the device has for us.

Godbrand@Godbert-like Gentleman: I am Godbrand, wanderer of stars and weaponsmith extraordinaire!

Godbert: First lord of House Manderville...

Hildibrand: This is ''the'' Godbrand? Our founding father!?

Godbrand: I record this message that my descendants may know the truth of their cosmic origins. The tale is long, but I bid you watch until the very end!
Godbrand: Heirs of mine, I am not a man born of this star...or even a man at all. I am of the Mandervillians, a race which hails from the far side of the great expanse.
Godbrand: Mandervillians are parasitic symbionts—we can only survive by bonding with other life-forms.
Godbrand: Once our essence has taken root, we supplant the host's mind and strengthen its physical structures, imbuing our new form with a steel-like resilience.

Delion: I knew there was something alien about that impossible imperviousness...

Godbrand: Then, through the conjoining of compatible host bodies, we produce offspring which harbor the next generation of Mandervillians.
Godbrand: This symbiotic variant eventually takes to the stars in search of potential new vessels, adapting and multiplying. So it was that our race proliferated and spread throughout the cosmos...
Godbrand: Until, tragically, our flourishing civilization was brought to an abrupt end.
Godbrand: Every planet upon which we Mandervillians resided was visited by an inexplicable calamity. Our societies were brought to ruin by life-forms suddenly twisted into horrific nightmares.

Godbert: That sounds rather familiar. So even stars far removed in time and space were ravaged by the Final Days...

Godbrand: Desperate to avoid the same fate, a comrade and I boarded a ship, and fled upwards into the starry night.
Godbrand: We flew and flew until we found a planet—your planet—untouched by the phenomenon, but the rigors of the journey had so damaged our craft that we were forced to make an uncontrolled descent.
Godbrand: I alone crawled from the wreckage, badly injured and near death. But even as I resigned myself to perishing on this unfamiliar world, I was found by a man who had come looking for the “falling star.”
Godbrand: As a rule, Mandervillians do not take intelligent life-forms for hosts. After hearing my story, however, this sympathetic gentleman offered to become my vessel of his own accord.
Godbrand: He was himself afflicted by an incurable malady, and with little time left to live, seemed content to know that his ailing body could provide safe haven for another.
Godbrand: With his blessing I set about transferring my essence. The man's form was revitalized and purged of its fatal frailty, yet the mind which dwelled within was now my own.
Godbrand: I went on to build a new home for myself here, making use of my people's technology to ply the blacksmith's trade. I wed a local lass, and together we had a child.
Godbrand: Although not pure Mandervillian, our offspring exhibits the same enhanced physiology—a boon I suspect shall be passed down for generations through the bloodline of “House Manderville.”
Godbrand: My dear descendants, the folk of this star are most fragile. Yet as the first man I encountered did demonstrate, they are nevertheless capable of surpassing love and generosity.
Godbrand: As the last of the Mandervillians, I have but one request to make of you.
Godbrand: Pray employ your superlative attributes—and my armory of Manderville armaments—for the benefit of these wonderful peoples whom I hold in the highest regard.

BRADIHILND: What an astounding development...

Hildibrand: I, Hildibrand Helidor Maximilian Manderville, shall heed the passionate plea of my illustrious forebear!
Hildibrand: No case is too big nor too small should it be in service to my fellow man!

Delion: He learns he's descended from an ''extraterrestrial being'' and it's still business as usual...

Nashu Mhakaracca: But...wait a minute. Then why is Lady Julyan so monstrously strong? Is she a descendant of aliens, too?

Godbert: Well, well, this is most unexpected. Never did it cross my mind that our esteemed ancestor might hail from beyond the heavens.
Godbert: But I do wonder if that selfsame blood still runs thick in our veins. The family tree I glanced over some years ago suggests that—ah, but 'tis unimportant.
Godbert: My present purpose remains unchanged.
Godbert: I will bring our Manderville weaponry to the peak of perfection! For Godbrand! And for the good of our star!
Godbert: Ah, before I forget, I have a gift for you, [Forename]. Pray await me at the aetheryte plaza and I shall bring it to you forthwith.

Delion: Some truths can shatter the foundations of our beliefs when brought to light. But I have to say, this wasn't one of them.
Delion: The more staggering discovery was that I have devoted readers in Sharlayan. Those who peruse my publication are allies against the ever-expanding webs of lies and deception, without exception!
Delion: I have misjudged the Sharlayan people. They are not collaborators or the architects of conspiracy. They are but seekers of knowledge unafraid to plumb the depths of the unknown.
Delion: That Master PuPu, though—that one still has ulterior motives. I'd bet my life on it! Stand ready, for we shall have need of your strength when he shows his true colors.

Godbert: I hope you've not been waiting long!
Godbert: This is the gift I mentioned.
Godbert: Master PuPu's earnest quest inspired me to indulge in a spot of clockwork craftsmanship between weaponsmithing sessions.
Godbert: I thought it only fitting that you be the one to care for this diminutive simulacrum. Consider it a memento of your adventures together.
Godbert: As for our Manderville weaponry project, your assistance is still very much welcome whensoever you can spare the time.
Godbert: Ah, and as for our Manderville weaponry project, I believe my ancestor's artifact has unlocked the door to the next stage of improvements.
Godbert: Should you find time to offer your assistance, announce yourself to Master Gerolt and I shall endeavor to join you with utmost celerity.
Godbert: Until then, my dear [Forename]!

System: Meanwhile, elsewhere in Thavnair...

MYSTERIOUSFIGURE: Lord Vanhudi, I come with ill tidings. Professor Lugae set an ambush for his nemesis, but was once more defeated. His current whereabouts are...unclear.

MYSTERIOUSMAN: That blithering dolt!
MYSTERIOUSMAN: ...No matter. Preparations are well underway—the manifestation will proceed as planned.

System: Extraterrestrial calamity♪
System: Cosmically altered physiology♪
System: A gentleman's man♪ The first of their clan♪ An ancestor of quality—our Godbrand Manderville♪
System: Truth can be stranger than the tallest tale♪
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It Belongs in a Museum

2026-04-24T02:09:51Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = It Belongs in a Museum
| image = Tender Valley.png
| description = This strange man is staring at you intently─perhaps too intently.
| quest-giver = Zeycihan
| related-npcs = Temple Chronicler
| location = Tuliyollal
| location-x = 14.0
| location-y = 12.5
| type = feature
| quest-line =
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Yok Tural Sidequests
| journal-genre = Tuliyollal Sidequests
| level = 100
| req-quest = Dawntrail (Quest)
| req-items =
| requirements =
| exp = 0
| gil = 3000
| reward1 = 1 Piety Materia XI
| reward2 = 1 Quicktongue Materia XI
| unlocks = dg Tender Valley
| prev-quest =
| next-quest =
| release = Dawntrail
| patch = 7.0
| id-gt = 70549
| id-edb = 2c42489831f
}}

==Steps==
* Speak with [[Zeycihan]] in the [[Pyariyoanaan Plain]].
* Enter {{i|Tender Valley}}.
* Speak with Zeycihan.
* Speak with Zeycihan in [[Worlar's Echo]].
* Speak with the [[Temple Chronicler|temple chronicler]].

==Journal==
* This strange man is staring at you intently─perhaps too intently.

* It seems that Zeycihan, a professor of archaeology at the Studium, has recently discovered ancient ruins in Shaaloani. Unfortunately for him and his hired team of mercenaries, however, the fiends en route proved too great an obstacle to overcome, and thus the desperate scholar has come to plead─or rather, demand─your help in exploring the ruins instead. Being the charitable soul that you are, you agree to aid his cause, and make ready to meet him in the Pyariyoanaan Plain.

* What Zeycihan neglected to mention is that in order to reach the ruins, one must first brave a valley teeming with prickly sabotenders. He goes on to explain that, while he believes the ruins to be Yok Huy in origin, he discovered archaeological motifs unrecognizable even to him. All of which is to say, you must be prepared to face anything─including a thousand thousand needles pointed in your direction.
**※Tender Valley can be accessed via the Duty Finder.

* The ruins lying in the valley's deepest depths have been explored, and the once dormant serpentine creature within has been defeated. Zeycihan will wish to hear of your findings.

* Zeycihan listens intently as you relay to him your discoveries within the ancient ruins, and is most excited to hear that you found architecture belonging to a different civilization than the Yok Huy within. He is inspired to impart to you his theory regarding the similarities between civilizations of the Source and the reflections, and as one who has traversed across the rift between worlds, he wishes to borrow your expertise for one last inquiry in Worlar's Echo, where he intends to speak with a chronicler of the Yok Huy.

* As the champion who brought Valigarmanda low, the temple chronicler is happy to share with you a story of the great serpent. Thus does he invite you to view the murals in the Indelible Path.

* Both you and Zeycihan listen carefully as the temple chronicler weaves for you a tale regarding the ancient Yok Huy who once forged north to Xak Tural, where they discovered the ancient ruins and the great serpent dormant within. Alas, they were struck by a great plague which spread like wildfire among their people, and despite their supplications to the slumbering serpent, the vast majority were ultimately forced to withdraw from the area to survive. Believed by the Yok Huy to govern the boundary between worlds, Zeycihan theorizes that it is no coincidence the great serpent awoke when you, an individual capable of crossing the rift, arrived. For now, the archaeologist intends to use the day's discoveries to further establish his life's work, ''A Theory: The Eerie Resemblance of the Reflections' Civilizations''. As for whether you were truly blessed by the great serpent which dwelled within the ruins─only time will tell...

==Dialogue==

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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Zeycihan: [Forename], at last! You've no idea how long I waited here, hoping we might finally meet. There is a matter of utmost importance I simply must have your assistance with!
Zeycihan: Ah, but introductions are in order. I am Zeycihan, professor of archaeology at the Studium. At the behest of the former Head of Reason, I was invited to oversee various archaeological expeditions throughout Tural.
Zeycihan: I heard from a little bird in Vollok Shoonsa that you, a most renowned adventurer, had made your way to the continent, and could think of no better individual to aid me in uncovering its history.
Zeycihan: As a matter of fact, I have already made a most fascinating discovery in the wilds of Xak Tural!
Zeycihan: I chartered a balloon to examine a point of interest in Shaaloani, you see, and soon discovered ruins which have been unseen for nigh a millennium! “Surely, Lady Luck is on my side,” I thought. But alas, things soon took a turn for the worse...
Zeycihan: In the spirit of inquiry, I hired a group of mercenaries for protection and made my first foray into the area, but we were no more than halfway through before a host of fierce fiends barred our approach. Truth be told, 'tis a miracle we even made it out alive.
Zeycihan: Yet for a seasoned explorer like you, I daresay delving into the deepest recesses of such ruins unharmed would be child's play. What do you say? Would you aid my investigation, and embark on this new adventure?
Zeycihan: I knew you wouldn't disappoint! The ruins lie beyond the river north of Lake Toari in Shaaloani. Let us continue our conversation there!
Zeycihan: Wonderful, you're here! History lost to the ages lies in the valley just upstream...
Zeycihan: 'Tis a landscape unlike any other, teeming with sabotenders of all shapes and sizes. I call it... Tender Valley!
Zeycihan: Doubtless the ruins have remained untouched for all these years due to its barbed environs. After all, none would wish to become the victim of their thousand thousand needles!
Zeycihan: Though I believed the ruins nested deep within the valley to be Yok Huy in origin, a closer inspection revealed motifs even I could not recognize. There's a new discovery waiting to be found within, I'm sure of it!
Zeycihan: Alas, the defense mechanisms protecting it were far too much for the mercenaries I hired. You would be wise not to underestimate them yourself.
Zeycihan: Ah, lest I forget, you should know that I dropped some of my notes concerning the expedition during my escape. If you would know of my findings, I encourage you to search for the records during your exploration.
Zeycihan: I shall await your return here. I entrust to you the honor of discovering the unknowns which lie within!
Zeycihan: Though it pains me to remain here, I would only be a hindrance. Once the site is safe for exploration, I shall resume my research.
Zeycihan: You are returned, and with nary a needle to be seen! I experienced them firsthand myself—the pain was simply indescribable. That said, once it subsided, I was surprised to find that the lower back pain which had ailed me for years had completely vanished!
Zeycihan: Now, tell me of your expedition. I wish to hear ''everything''! What did you see? What was hidden deep within those ruins?
Zeycihan: I see... How truly remarkable! To think that the structures of a separate civilization lie in the depths of the Yok Huy ruins, and at their deepest point, a great serpentine creature awaited!
Zeycihan: This is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, a significant discovery regarding Xak Tural's history. Tell me, what thoughts have you concerning the valley's depths?

Question: What will you say?

> I daresay the ruins predate the Yok Huy.
> It reminded me of the ancient Ronkan ruins I saw in another world.
> Seemed special...I guess?
> I've no doubt there were many gospels that foretold of the great serpent's majesty.
---

Zeycihan: Yes, just as I predicted! Compared to other Yok Huy ruins, the magicked mechanisms you mention are quite astonishing... I am all but certain they based the technology on that of an earlier civilization.
Zeycihan: Bwah!? Truly? Such a claim is invaluable testimony!
Zeycihan: Clearly the sheer grandeur of seeing these ancient ruins has left you in a daze. To put you in such a state bespeaks its occult nature... I'm more and more convinced this is a groundbreaking discovery!
Zeycihan: You know of the legendary inscriptions said to be writ by an illustrious Yok Huy of eld!? I am most impressed. I've yet to fully decipher them, but my, if the creature described in chapter fifty-six, verse three is in fact the great serpent, this is a most intriguing discovery indeed!
Zeycihan: Based on your descriptions, it is likely that the ancient Yok Huy simultaneously feared ''and'' revered this serpent of unfathomable power, and after encountering it, constructed the temple to conceal it from the world.
Zeycihan: This may be the final element which proves my life's work, ''A Theory: The Eerie Resemblance of the Reflections' Civilizations''!
Zeycihan: In my capacity as a professor of the Studium, I've taken the liberty of reading the Scions' report concerning the Source, its reflections, and the civilizations therein for myself.
Zeycihan: Their findings indicate that the sundering diminished mankind's intelligence to that of beasts. The flourishing civilization of the ancients was forgotten, and the peoples of each reflection set out on separate paths, forging disparate civilizations of their own...
Zeycihan: Yet can we say that these civilizations worlds apart are truly so different? If we all came from one shared, ancient heritage, would it not be natural that the development of each society and culture bear similarities to one another?
Zeycihan: What I am trying to say, is that it is entirely possible a society which predates the Yok Huy and bears similarities to ancient Ronka once existed in the Source!
Zeycihan: Naturally, it is necessary to conduct further research regarding ''how'' twin civilizations born in two separate worlds developed under entirely different environments. Nevertheless, your discovery today has provided further proof of the plausibility of my theory!
Zeycihan: On that subject, I would ask you to join me on another adventure—one markedly less fraught with danger. As one who has traversed beyond the rift to the First, your knowledge and insight concerning ancient Ronka are invaluable.
Zeycihan: I would journey to Worlar's Echo and speak with a chronicler of the Yok Huy, that I may learn of their legends—who knows, we may just discover some striking parallels to the culture of ancient Ronka!

TELLER05013: Master Zeycihan has told me of his request. I hope that I am able to be of some help.

Zeycihan: I am pleased to see you made it, [Forename]. I came by alpaca, and for a blessing, felt no pain in my lower back the entire ride. Perhaps the medicinal applications of sabotender needles is a field deserving of further study.
Zeycihan: Ahem. A subject for another time, perhaps. The personage before us is the selfsame individual who informed me that Yok Huy ruins may exist in Shaaloani.
Zeycihan: They looked after me when I came here previously to conduct fieldwork, and are an extraordinarily erudite individual, well-versed in ancient legends.
Zeycihan: Tell me, my friend. Based on what I've shared with you, were you able to find any commonalities between the legends of your people and the ruins we discovered in Xak Tural?

TELLER05013: Excluding those concerning disease, precious few stories of our ancestors who traversed north have been passed down.
TELLER05013: But, for the valiant warrior who brought the Skyruin low, I would share with you a story regarding the great serpent—one we normally would not disclose to outsiders. Please, follow me to the Indelible Passage. The murals shall explain all.

Zeycihan: So these are the murals which depict the legends of the Yok Huy! When I was previously here for research, I was not allowed in this far!

TELLER05013: A legend concerning the great serpent is hidden within this mural. Pray gaze upon it carefully, as I weave for you an ancient tale...
TELLER05013: Long, long ago, a sect of our ancestors forged north. There, deep within a valley, they discovered the remains of an ancient temple.
TELLER05013: Its inhabitants had long perished, and the purpose for which the structure existed was itself an enigma. Yet when our forebears finally delved into its furthest recesses, they discovered a great serpent deep in slumber.
TELLER05013: It should be noted, our people revere serpents as divine creatures who govern the boundary between worlds. To behold one of such immense power, dormant there within the ruins, they believed it best to build a temple around its chambers, and offer prayers for its divine protection.
TELLER05013: Yet in the ensuing years, our people were plagued by disease. Time and again our ancestors offered supplications for divine assistance, but no matter how fervent their prayers, the great serpent never deigned to answer them.
TELLER05013: In the end, a great many of our forebears withdrew from the northern lands. Only the most devout worshipers of the great serpent remained, but they too would eventually withdraw in a somber procession, having buried too many brothers and sisters.

Zeycihan: The sect who remained prayed for the great serpent's awakening—they prayed for a salvation that would never come...
Zeycihan: Yet why should it awaken now? And what incited its aggression? Was it simply by chance that it roused in so foul a mood, or is there perhaps some underlying reason we've yet to uncover?

TELLER05013: The devout who held vigil of the temple held this belief: “When the great serpent doth awaken, its coil shall envelop the world.” In other words, the creature's discovery was itself a pretext to legitimize their territorial expansion north.
TELLER05013: Yet their prayers fell on deaf ears. Only now, before our benefactor, has the great serpent finally awoken. A peculiar, but altogether fascinating turn of events.
TELLER05013: If the being you encountered truly was divine, mayhap it is you who shall receive its blessings.

Zeycihan: If we consider that our friend here, a traveler capable of crossing the rift 'twixt worlds, was blessed by a being who governs that boundary, would that not fit the interpretation held by the sect who remained?
Zeycihan: At any rate, [Forename]'s testimony and the legends of the Yok Huy shall go a long way in verifying my theory.
Zeycihan: If I can gather sufficient evidence that these two civilizations worlds apart share fundamental values, and prove my thesis, our outlook on history shall be irrevocably changed! Mayhap even an entire new field of study shall be pioneered!
Zeycihan: Does the inception of civilization and its infancy bear similarities in each reflection? Was there some localized connection between them, such as a planar fissure? Or perhaps there was some all-powerful “Keeper of Whispers” peering through the veil.
Zeycihan: Just thinking about what it is that connects us across the rift gets my heart racing!
Zeycihan: Hah, I certainly have my work cut out for me. And now that you've made the ruins safe, I may resume my expedition and—perhaps more importantly—continue writing my thesis!
Zeycihan: Master chronicler, [Forename]. I cannot thank either of you enough for your cooperation this day. I know not where my research will take me, but I have no doubt my pursuit of the mysterious and miraculous will see us cross paths again!
</nowiki>}}
==Video Archive==
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In Need of Adjustment

2026-04-24T02:09:50Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = In Need of Adjustment
| description = The House Manderville artisan stands ready to facilitate your augmentation request. ※Changing classes or jobs will prevent progress during this quest.
| image = in need of adjustment1.png
| quest-giver = House Manderville Artisan
| related-npcs = Gerolt
| location = Radz-at-Han
| location-x = 12.0
| location-y = 7.2
| type = repfeature
| quest-line = Manderville Weapons Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Hildibrand Sidequests
| journal-genre = Manderville Weapons Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| requirements =
| req-items = 3 Amplifying Achondrite, 1 Amazing Manderville Sword, 1 Amazing Manderville Kite Shield, 1 Amazing Manderville Axe, 1 Amazing Manderville Zweihander, 1 Amazing Manderville Gunblade, 1 Amazing Manderville Spear, 1 Amazing Manderville Scythe, 1 Amazing Manderville Knuckles, 1 Amazing Manderville Samurai Blade, 1 Amazing Manderville Knives, 1 Amazing Manderville Harp Bow, 1 Amazing Manderville Revolver, 1 Amazing Manderville Chakrams, 1 Amazing Manderville Rod, 1 Amazing Manderville Index, 1 Amazing Manderville Rapier, 1 Amazing Manderville Cane, 1 Amazing Manderville Codex, 1 Amazing Manderville Torquetum, 1 Amazing Manderville Milpreves
| exp = 0
| gil = 0
| reward1 =
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = A Spirited Reforging
| next-quest = Resonating with Perfection
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.45
| id-gt = 70308
| id-edb = 254e68e6465
}}

==Rewards==
'''Depending on [[job]]:'''
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Sword}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Shield}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Bardiche}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Greatsword}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Bayonet}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Spear}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville War Scythe}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Fists}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Samurai Blade}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Knives}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Harp Bow}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Pistol}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Chakrams}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Staff}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Index}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Degen}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Wand}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Codex}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Orrery}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Wings}}

==Walkthrough==
{{main|Manderville Weapons}}

==Steps==
*Obtain [[Amplifying Achondrite|chunks of amplifying achondrite]]. 0/3
*With [your Amazing Manderville Weapon] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver the chunks of amplifying achondrite to the [[House Manderville Artisan|House Manderville artisan]].

==Journal==
* The House Manderville artisan stands ready to facilitate your augmentation request.
** ※Changing classes or jobs will prevent progress during this quest.

*Having resolved to have a different Manderville weapon augmented, you consult with the House Manderville artisan. Enthusiastic yet apologetic, he asks that you once more supply him with the necessary rare materials─in this case, three chunks of amplifying achondrite.
** ※You may not proceed with a class or job that is different from when you accepted this quest.
** ※Chunks of amplifying achondrite can be obtained from Jubrunnah at the aetheryte plaza in Radz-at-Han.

*As promised, the House Manderville retainers─with the aid of the ever-irascible Gerolt─elevate your chosen weaponry to a new stage of majesty. Should you wish to augment other armaments, the artisan bids you engage their services without hesitation.

==Dialogue==

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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
System: Please note that upon completing the quest “In Need of Adjustment,” you will receive a Manderville weapon for {{alternatives|an [Job]|a [Job]}}.
System: Please ensure you have changed to your desired job before speaking with the House Manderville artisan.

Question: What will you do?

> Undertake this quest as another job.
> Undertake this quest as {{alternatives|an [Job]|a [Job]}}.
---

System: Please speak with the House Manderville artisan again when you are ready to undertake this quest.
System: You have already received [*] and [*]. Please change to a different job and speak with the House Manderville artisan again.
System: You have already received [*]. Please change to a different job and speak with the House Manderville artisan again.
System: Please ensure that [*] and [*] are either equipped, in your Armoury Chest, or in your inventory.
System: Upon doing so, you will become eligible to accept the quest “In Need of Adjustment.”
System: In order to accept the quest “In Need of Adjustment,” please ensure that [*] is either equipped, in your Armoury Chest, or in your inventory.

CRAFTER04653: Another augmentation, is it? Certainly, certainly! I am equipped with every tool and material required to reforge your weaponry.
CRAFTER04653: ...Every material, that is, save for three pieces of extraordinarily rare achondrite. I do apologize for singing the same tune over and over, {{alternatives|Mistress|Master}} [Surname], but I must ask that you supply this most precious resource yourself.

System: Chunks of amplifying achondrite can be obtained from Jubrunnah at the aetheryte plaza in Radz–at–Han.

CRAFTER04653: Still attempting to acquire the achondrite, are we? Please, take all the time you need. I am well compensated for standing idly at my station, day after day...after day.

System: Chunks of amplifying achondrite can be obtained from Jubrunnah at the aetheryte plaza in Radz–at–Han.

CRAFTER04653: Ah, you've acquired the achondrite! Pray unbuckle your weaponry that we might lavish it with our full artisanal attentions.
CRAFTER04653: By your expectant gaze, might I assume we are ready to proceed?
CRAFTER04653: Yes, these achondrite chunks are all suitably chunky. Let the augmentation process begin!

MANDERVILALCHEMIST: We shall now apply the Maxalamanderville coating. As you know, the oil's final composition will alter the paths of aetherial conductivity, and thus affect how your weaponry serves you in battle.
MANDERVILALCHEMIST: I must ask that you be quite accurate with—and committed to—your particular preferences.

Question: What will you do?

> Adjust the attributes of your Manderville weaponry.
> Learn about Manderville weaponry attributes.
> Nothing.
---

System: You can choose three attributes to add to your newly augmented Manderville weaponry. One of these attributes will be set to a lower value than the other two.
System: Once you have adjusted the values to your liking, select “Confirm” to finalize your decision.
System: Resetting your weaponry's attributes will require an additional chunk of amplifying achondrite, so consider your choices carefully.

MANDERVILALCHEMIST: As you wish, {{alternatives|Mistress|Master}} [Surname].

Gerolt: Done. A fine piece o' reforgin', if I do say so meself!
Gerolt: Enjoy yer new [*] an' [*]!
Gerolt: Enjoy yer new [*]!

CRAFTER04653: Truly, 'tis another masterpiece! A testament to the fine-tuned harmony of our collaborative hammers!

Gerolt: Clobberin' hammers is all well an' good, aye.
Gerolt: But for the love o' Byregot... Would it kill ye to put on a pair o' bloody trousers?

CRAFTER04653: My lack of clothing is a conscious effort—one I must continue if I am to emulate Lord Godbert's masterful methodology.
CRAFTER04653: Why not try it yourself, Master Gerolt? Freeing oneself from the tyranny of socially acceptable apparel is a liberating experience, I can assure you.

Gerolt: Liberate meself, ye say...
Gerolt: So's I can join yer small-brained, smallclothes society!? Not in a million years!

CRAFTER04653: 'Tis a breathtaking work of art, built upon a solid foundation of cooperative craftsmanship!

Gerolt: Aye, but...mostly on me smitty talents. The pair o' you should keep at it, though.

CRAFTER04653: 'Twould seem our toils are done for the day. Should you have other weaponry in need of augmentation, however, do not hesitate to call upon our services.
CRAFTER04653: A few moments' notice—and a few chunks of achondrite—is all we require.

MANDERVILALCHEMIST: As for simple readjustments, you need bring me but a single piece of the same amplifying achondrite. I shall see to it that your armaments' aetherial pathways are altered to your liking.
</nowiki>}}
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Forever in Our Hearts

2026-04-24T02:09:49Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = Forever in Our Hearts
| description = Gaius is ready to discuss the samples you brought.
| image = forever in our hearts1.png
| quest-giver = Gaius
| related-npcs = Allie; Auri Boy; Avilina; Elezen Boy; Hyuran Youth; Mehdjina
| location = Terncliff
| location-x = 6.1
| location-y = 5.9
| type = sidequest
| quest-line = Tataru's Grand Endeavor Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Side Story Quests
| journal-genre = Tataru's Grand Endeavor Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| requirements =
| req-items = 1 Packaged Gift
| exp = 0
| gil = 958
| reward1 = 1 Forever at Your Side (Item)
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Aggressive Expansion
| next-quest = Treasured Bonds
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.4
| id-gt = 70298
| id-edb = 0a34e63dd27
}}

==Steps==
*Speak with the [[Auri Boy|Auri boy]].
*Speak with [[Gaius]].
*Speak with [[Allie]].
*Speak with [[Avilina]].
*Speak with the Auri boy.
*Deliver the [[Packaged Gift|packaged gift]] to [[Mehdjina]] in [[Old Sharlayan]].

==Journal==
*Gaius is ready to discuss the samples you brought.

*Informing Gaius that you delivered the samples on behalf of Tataru Taru's Boutique, he agrees to consider the flourishing shop's wares among the other prospective suppliers for Werlyt's military. That business being settled, the emotional state of Valens's former wards─the boys from earlier─weighs heavily upon Gaius's mind, and he would have you speak with them to allay their lingering unease.

*The boys are relieved to hear that the man who approached them was not Valens, but in fact a former pilus acting as his body double, and are further heartened by the news of his arrest and the retrieval of the G-Savior Mark II. With their minds now truly at ease, their thoughts turn to Allie, who has been taking care of them at the orphanage. As a show of their appreciation to her, they hope to see Allie's dream realized by hiring an artist to render a portrait of her together with her sole remaining family member─her father. While they set about finding a portraitist, you agree to speak with Gaius and Allie to tell them of this undertaking.

*Though Gaius is struck by the boys' thoughtfulness, Allie appears conflicted, as her true wish was to have a portrait taken with not only her father, but with her siblings as well. Yet she would not reject the children's kindness out of hand, and so she agrees to meet everyone at the lookout.

*As Gaius and Allie pose for the portraitist, the boys look on with concern, asking you and Avilina whether this portrait is truly fulfilling her wish. Avilina assures them that it is, before revealing a synthetic auracite device. Upon activating it, the contraption emits projections of Milisandia, Ricon, Rex and Alfonse beside Gaius and Allie, who are taken aback by the unexpected but welcome sight of these visions. Allie's joy is clear for all to see, as a rare smile plays across her lips.

*The boys are delighted that they were able to fulfill Allie's wish, and to thank you for aiding them in the endeavor, they present you with a beautiful pink seashell. Your work in Terncliff thus concluded, you decide now may be the right time to return to Mehdjina in Old Sharlayan, and see if she thinks the gift you received will make a worthy addition to Tataru's memento.

*After regaling Mehdjina with your exploits in Terncliff, you show her the gift you received. She quickly recognizes it as a vaunted rose shell of Werlyt, a famed ornament often used in expensive jewelry─and a treasure that she believes will make a colorful complement to Tataru's necklace. Thanking you for your efforts, she bids you farewell until your expertise is needed once more.

==Dialogue==

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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
SHADOWHUNTER: Now, could you enlighten me as to why you came to deliver clothing samples?
SHADOWHUNTER: An enterprise founded by a former Scion, with you acting on their behalf.
SHADOWHUNTER: Clearly, the equipment is of fine make. I and my associates will give it all due consideration.
SHADOWHUNTER: Still, I confess I am rather surprised to see the champion of Eorzea doing so mundane a task as delivery. This Tataru must command a great deal of respect.

Question: What will you say?

> An adventurer takes everything in stride—deliveries, skyfishing, traveling to the farthest edges of the universe...
> 'Tis unwise to refuse the coinkeeper of the Scions.
---

SHADOWHUNTER: I see, the spirit of an adventurer. Perhaps I should learn from your example.
SHADOWHUNTER: To hear you speak so, she is clearly not one to be trifled with. I shall heed your words should I ever meet her at the negotiating table.
SHADOWHUNTER: In any case, I believe your errand here is complete. But if you are willing, there is another I would ask of you.
SHADOWHUNTER: The boys are doubtless still unnerved by what happened earlier. I would assuage their concerns—make it clear to them that Valens is well and truly gone. But it cannot come from a Garlean like myself. Could I prevail upon you to tell them in my stead?
SHADOWHUNTER: Thank you. I believe you will find the boys near the storage area. Pray give them the good news.

Avilina: The children were so anxious, I thought it would be best if I stayed by their side.

ELEZENBOY03980: I hope you can forgive us, {{alternatives|miss|mister}}. We're really sorry about what we did. We shouldn't have snuck into the hangar...or told ''him'' how to, either.

HYURANBOY04761: Did you really fly the G-Warrior!? Wow, I hope you can take me with you one day!

SHADOWHUNTER: Those children have no doubt come to fear Garleans. My presence at this time would likely cause them undue distress.

AURIBOY04761: Oh, you're back! Please, {{alternatives|miss|mister}}, you have to tell us what happened!

ELEZENBOY03980: So you got the machine back... You're amazing, {{alternatives|miss|mister}}!

AURIBOY04761: If that man was just pretending to be Valens, does that mean the real one's not coming back?

Avilina: Yes. He's gone for good, my dear. Pray remove any thought of that wretched man from your mind.

AURIBOY04761: Th-Thank goodness...
AURIBOY04761: Even now, I see his face in my dreams every night. I'm always so afraid...
AURIBOY04761: I-I want to tell Miss Allie, but I know I mustn't...she's been through so much.

Avilina: You haven't heard? Allie's been helping out at the orphanage.

AURIBOY04761: She's been taking really good care of us!
AURIBOY04761: But we don't want to worry her... Could you keep what happened a secret?
AURIBOY04761: We heard that Valens did awful things to Miss Allie too... Please, we don't want to bring back all those horrible memories!
AURIBOY04761: Thank you, {{alternatives|miss|mister}}! You're the best!

ELEZENBOY03980: Hmm... Say, you know Miss Allie, right? Do you think you could help us? We want to make her wish come true for being so kind to us!
ELEZENBOY03980: We heard that she dreams of having a portrait of her family. We think it'd be nice if somebody painted one for her!

HYURANBOY04761: But... Besides Mister Gaius, her family is gone...

Question: What will you say?

> We could describe her siblings to the artist.
> Perhaps we could somehow manifest their likeness for the artist to see...
---

Avilina: ...Yes, that could work.
Avilina: Leave it to me—I may have just the thing!

ELEZENBOY03980: Really!? Then we'll fetch the painter!

AURIBOY04761: Could you tell Miss Allie and Mister Gaius to meet us at the lookout?

Avilina: Then I shall take a leaf out of Nero's book and prepare a surprise of my own. Pray meet me at the lookout once you've spoken with Gaius and Allie.

SHADOWHUNTER: Have you spoken with the children?
SHADOWHUNTER: Though Valens's atrocities left scars that may never heal, his victims will be relieved by the news.
SHADOWHUNTER: And it is heartening that they should wish to perform such an act of kindness for Allie.
SHADOWHUNTER: Very well, I will do as they ask. I shall meet everyone there shortly.

Allie: [Forename]!
Allie: Forgive me, I didn't know you'd be visiting... What brings you here?
Allie: The children said they wanted to do that for me? That's very kind of them. While it's true I've spoken of this on occasion...
Allie: ...A family portrait just wouldn't feel right without Milisandia, Ricon, Rex, and Alfonse.
Allie: Still, it wouldn't be right to refuse. They're only trying to cheer me up, after all. I'd best go and meet them at the lookout.

Avilina: They are on their way then? Perfect. I have made my own preparations in the meantime.
Avilina: All that remains is to await our models and our esteemed portraitist.
Avilina: Gaius, Allie. Would you mind standing over there?

AURIBOY04761: Make sure you draw her nice and pretty, mister!
AURIBOY04761: ...Did we do it right? Are we making her dream come true?

Avilina: Oh yes, I think you've made her very happy. But we cannot ignore the fact that Gaius is not her only family...

AURIBOY04761: I know, but...but everyone else is gone...
AURIBOY04761: I wish we could've done more for her...

Avilina: Don't worry, child. As I mentioned, I prepared a little surprise of my own...

SHADOWHUNTER: Look, Allie...

Allie: They're all here...

Avilina: While I understand your surprise, you'll have to sit still for the portrait, I'm afraid.

Allie: ...Thank you.

Avilina: To see Milisandia again, alongside her loved ones... I can't tell you how much this means to me.

Allie: This truly is a dream come true... I will treasure this portrait for the rest of my days.

SHADOWHUNTER: Words do not come easily at times such as these, but know that you have my sincerest gratitude.

AURIBOY04761: We're so happy Miss Allie's wish came true! Thanks for helping us, {{alternatives|miss|mister}}!
AURIBOY04761: We wanted to thank you too, so we got you a gift!
AURIBOY04761: We found them on the beach with our friends at the orphanage. They're our greatest treasure—a pair of pretty pink shells!
AURIBOY04761: We'd better go now, but we hope you like it!

System: Mehdjina may find the shells a beautiful complement to Tataru's memento. Return to Old Sharlayan and show them to her.

Mehdjina: Welcome back, [Forename]! How did you fare with Gaius in Terncliff?
Mehdjina: My goodness! Not only did you help him recapture stolen warmachina, but you even helped fulfill his daughter's dream?
Mehdjina: I'm not sure whether I should be in awe of your ability to solve problems, or offer my commiserations for encountering so many in the first place. Mayhap that is simply the lot of a distinguished adventurer.
Mehdjina: Which reminds me, were you able to procure a new adornment for Mistress Tataru's necklace?
Mehdjina: My, they're simply remarkable! These must be the fabled rose shells of Werlyt. I hear they're both rare and beautiful, making them the perfect choice for various types of jewelry.
Mehdjina: If we polish them up and make a few refinements, I am certain we can incorporate them into the necklace!
Mehdjina: Ah, there's something else in this package...a rolled canvas of a portrait, it looks like. It must be a gift for you.
Mehdjina: Owing to your kind assistance, I believe we are in the running for forging a contract with Werlyt's interim government. There could be no more desirable result for the boutique. You have my heartfelt thanks, [Forename]!
</nowiki>}}
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By Agents Unknown

2026-04-24T02:09:48Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = By Agents Unknown
| description = Delion is trembling with barely contained enthusiasm.
| image = by agents unknown1.png
| quest-giver = Delion
| related-npcs = Brandihild; Excitable Youth; Hildibrand; Lugae; Nashu Mhakaracca; Parigha; Trustworthy Trader
| location = Radz-at-Han
| location-x = 11.4
| location-y = 11.5
| type = feature
| quest-line = Somehow Further Hildibrand Adventures
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Hildibrand Sidequests
| journal-genre = Somehow Further Hildibrand Adventures Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| requirements =
| req-items = 1 Giant Tortoise Liver
| exp = 0
| gil = 1704
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Generational Bonding
| next-quest = Not from Around Here
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.45
| id-gt = 70290
| id-edb = 0648faff05d
}}

==Steps==
*Speak with [[Hildibrand]].
*Slay a [[kacchapa]] to obtain a [[Giant Tortoise Liver|giant tortoise liver]].
*Speak with Hildibrand.
*Wait at the designated location.
*Deliver the giant tortoise liver to [[Brandihild]] in [[Radz-at-Han]].

==Journal==
*Delion is trembling with barely contained enthusiasm.

*Inspector's Log:
:The Case of the Silent Correspondent was, albeit only briefly, superseded by the Case of the Misappropriated Mandragora! 'Twas during this misadventure that our merry band was joined by Inspector Brandihild─an unpolished clone of mine whose uncanny capacity for calculations allowed us to locate the remnant of a crashed starship in Garlemald. Yet so preoccupied were we with this discovery that I failed to notice the abduction of my loyal assistant! The ''audacity'' to commit such a dastardly deed in my proximity! But fear not, gentle reader, for Father and I were swift to confront and chastise the villain responsible and free Nashu from captivity. Thus reunited, we once more return to the task of tracking down Master PuPu's elusive companion...
:　　　　　　　　　　　　*　*　*
:Inspector Brandihild was seemingly able to use the recovered scrap of wreckage to surmise the starship's current condition, concluding that the vessel would be incapable of flight. Delion, meanwhile, has brought his singular power of conspiracy detection to bear and developed a theory as to who cleared away the crashed craft and its pilot. Naturally, he would love nothing more than to share his conclusion with you, but decides it would be better to join Hildibrand and the others in Kama, that he need not explain himself twice.

*You arrive at the party's borrowed room to find PuPu has fallen ill. Thankfully, Brandihild's knowledge of alien physiology allows him to formulate a cure, the ingredients for which are mostly stored aboard PuPu's starship. As for the remaining materials, you have been tasked with acquiring a liver from one of the kacchapa which roam Saltwind's Welcome, whilst Hildibrand and the others are to go in search of the unappetizingly named dampshroom.

*Acquiring the tortoise liver proves a simple affair, as you have a long and storied history of relieving fauna of their vital organs. If Brandihild assumes correctly, however, your companions over at the Great Work may yet need help in obtaining the rare fungus.

*As predicted, the dampshroom proves too rare for even the alchemists to have in stock. But your quest is seemingly saved by the serendipitous arrival of a dealer in exotic reagents, who bids you meet him on the Perfumed Rise for a completely innocent and not-at-all suspicious arrangement sure to benefit all parties involved.

*As your comrades resign themselves to purchasing the dampshroom for an absurd price, a pair of Radiant city guards appear and arrest the reagent dealer for the crime of swindling the hopelessly naive and ignorant. The authorities are kind enough to let you have the confiscated (and apparently worthless) reagent free of charge, and observing this, the swindler decries the man he blames for driving him to a life of iniquity: Vanhudi. This rising star among the merchant princes has recently added many smaller businesses to his growing empire, and in the process put quite a few Hannish out of work. Of course, these circumstances are of no moment, for the present concern is spiriting the fungus and liver in your possession to Brandihild.

*With your ingredients and the ailing PuPu, Brandihild heads outside and ascends into the alien's starship. The pair descends some moments later, the clone's concocted remedy having successfully delivered PuPu from the cold's deathly grasp. No sooner has the extraterrestrial assured the group of his complete recovery, however, when you are attacked by the vengeful Lugae. While the cackling villain has improved his tactics, the ensuing battle ends much the same as before, with the gleaming skull sent rocketing away at high velocity. Now that PuPu is well again, the party reopens the Case of the Silent Correspondent and, encouraged by Delion's shaky hypothesis, sets its sights upon the distant shores of Sharlayan.

==Dialogue==

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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Delion: [Forename]. Eager to resume our investigations? I know I am.
Delion: Do you recall that scrap of alien starship we recovered?
Delion: Well, Inspector Brandihild has employed his unsettling calculative capacity to extrapolate the damage to the greater whole, and he has concluded that the vessel would be incapable of flight without extensive repairs.
Delion: Our most likely scenario, then, is that some unknown agent made off with the starship wreckage—along with PuPu's acquaintance.
Delion: Fortunately, I have a fair idea who that “unknown agent” might be! After all, there is a singularly shadowy cabal with a history of concealing extraterrestrial activity...
Delion: Actually, let's head over to Kama first. The inspector and the others are staying in a dwelling there, and I'd rather not explain myself twice.

Nashu Mhakaracca: Oh, [Forename], I'm so worried for Master PuPu!

Delion: This may not be the best time to share my conclusions...

BRADIHILND: A most terrible development...

Parigha: Nashu and her friends will be staying here a while longer, it seems. I do hope it's not my house that has brought them all this bad luck...

Hildibrand: 'Tis horrible misfortune, [Forename]! Calamitous, even! Poor Master PuPu has fallen gravely ill!

Nashu Mhakaracca: He's so bluish green... More so, I mean.

Hildibrand: Could he have caught a cold? I suppose it was quite chilly up there in Garlemald.

Delion: PuPu is an ''alien''. Who knows what extraterrestrial diseases might be ravaging his body!

Nashu Mhakaracca: Nashu's delights are the best medicine for whatever ails you, as the inspector himself can attest!

Hildibrand: Good gods, Nashu, you'll blow our host's domicile to pieces! Put them away!

BRADIHILND: Ahem, if I may...? When I was cloned from the inspector, certain gaps in my knowledge were “patched” with supplementary data from the starship's archives.
BRADIHILND: This information included an encyclopedic understanding of Master PuPu's physiology, which should be sufficient for me to diagnose his condition.

Delion: A xeno-man hybrid mind... That explains the impossible calculations.

BRADIHILND: I have it! Master PuPu is afflicted by a terrible case of...the common cold!

Delion: Gods grant me strength...

BRADIHILND: As a visitor to Etheirys, Master PuPu has no prior exposure to our maladies. He is thus particularly susceptible to infection, and more likely to experience severe symptoms.

Hildibrand: Ah hah! 'Tis just as I surmised! We must put aside the case until we have nursed our stricken companion back to health.

Delion: But even if it is a common cold, isn't there a risk that our medicines do him more harm than good?

BRADIHILND: They almost certainly would. Based on the results of my analysis, however, I believe I can synthesize an effective remedy. We need but gather the ingredients.

Hildibrand: Then ingredients you shall have! So...what are we gathering exactly?

BRADIHILND: Most of what we require can be drawn from Master PuPu's collected samples. Otherwise, there are only two which we lack.
BRADIHILND: The first of these is the liver of a giant tortoise—a suitable organ can be extracted from one of the kacchapa which wander Saltwind's Welcome.

Hildibrand: Ah, the slaughtering of a monstrous opponent. That sounds like a job for [Forename]!

BRADIHILND: The other material in question is a rare fungus known as “dampshroom,” which I am hoping can be found among the Great Work's extensive stock of alchemical reagents.

Hildibrand: Very well! Nashu, Delion, and I will scour the alchemists' shelves! Meanwhile, I would ask that you remain here and keep an eye on our ailing patient.

Nashu Mhakaracca: Inspector Brandihild, you're such an expert on all things Thavnair!

BRADIHILND: Oh, I wouldn't say “expert.” Simple conclusions from simple observations, nothing more...
BRADIHILND: A-As I said, I am hoping the alchemists have the dampshroom we need, but it really is quite rare.
BRADIHILND: Once you have the tortoise liver, would you be so kind as to assist the others in procuring the fungus?

Hildibrand: Then let us not prolong Master PuPu's suffering a moment longer!

Delion: It seems we have a job to do. Further discussion of the abduction will have to wait.

BRADIHILND: Obtaining a kacchapa's liver should prove no great obstacle to one of your capabilities, [Forename]. 'Tis the dampshroom which concerns me...

Nashu Mhakaracca: Who knew a “lampshroom” would be so difficult to find...

Delion: Your mission was successful, I assume? Ours is...ongoing.

Hildibrand: Ah, [Forename], I had every confidence you would bring us a suitable liver. Alas, the “dankshroom” yet eludes us.

Nashu Mhakaracca: The alchemists said the fungus has few applications, so they don't bother to stock it most of the time.

Hildibrand: Then I must put my keen inspector's sense to work! Stand back whilst I attune myself with the essence of the dank...

Delion: Damp. The word is “dampshroom.” And you'll forgive me if I have no faith in your abilities...

Hildibrand: 'Tis close, my friends! And getting closer and closer even as we speak!

CHEATER04754: I hear you folk are in the market for dampshrooms. I might have some to sell, if you're interested...?

Delion: B-But how...?

Hildibrand: We certainly are, my fine fellow!

CHEATER04754: Right then, if you'll give me a moment to retrieve the goods, we can finalize our transaction up on the Perfumed Rise.

Delion: Was it genuine clairvoyance, or sheer coincidence? I'm not sure anymore.
Delion: Though in all fairness, when it comes to Inspector Hildibrand, preternatural perception is one of his least baffling “talents.”
Delion: In any case, we should hurry to the rise and take this man up on his timely offer.

Hildibrand: Our quest for medicinal components nears its end. Stay strong, Master PuPu!

Nashu Mhakaracca: Zzz... The inspector... Saves the day... Again...

Delion: I wonder... Does this not strike you as a touch convenient, if not contrived?

CHEATER04754: Ah, you're here, good, good. And here is the dampshroom, as promised.

Hildibrand: Oho, glad we are for your assistance...

CHEATER04754: Ah-tah-tah, not so fast. There is still the matter of payment.

Hildibrand: Of course, of course. And how much do we owe you, my good man?

CHEATER04754: Considering the ''extreme'' rarity of the fungus in question, I couldn't let it go for less than...one million gil.

Delion: A ''million'' gil for one measly mushroom!? That's outright robbery!

CHEATER04754: A bargain, I counter—you would pay tenfold my price in the markets. I thought to do you a kindness in light of your urgent need, but I am more than willing to find another buyer if you wish to spit upon my generosity.

Hildibrand: Nashu, how fare we for coin?

Nashu Mhakaracca: We're plumb out, Inspector!

Hildibrand: Ah, then this is a prickly pickle. Where are we to obtain sufficient funds at such short notice...?

Question: What will you say?

> <sigh> A million gil, was it...?
> I, uh...have an orchestrion roll collecting problem. Gotta buy 'em all. Spent the last of my savings on ''Return to Oblivion''.
> Zzz... Zzz...
---

Hildibrand: [Forename]—our savior in every sense of the word!
Hildibrand: If that's the way of it, then I shall beg Father for the necessary amount. Saving Master PuPu's life is worth every gil!

RADIANT04754@???: Give that man nothing!
RADIANT04754@Radiant Soldier: We have you now, deceitful scum! Your swindling days are over!
RADIANT04754: Radz–at–Han city guard, at your service. We'd received reports of this man's questionable activities and have been keeping a close eye on him ever since.
RADIANT04754: Dampshroom is a rare find in the bazaar, to be sure, but only because there's no real demand for it. The price this charlatan quoted you was, quite frankly, ludicrous.
RADIANT04754: But thanks to your ignorance and poor judge of character, we were able to catch him in the act. As a token of our gratitude, you are welcome to keep the fungus...assuming you still want it?

Hildibrand: Yes, very much so! That is very, er, magnanimous of you!

CHEATER04754: Bah, you think I enjoy tricking fools out of their coin? If that bastard hadn't declared my job “redundant,” I wouldn't have needed to stoop so low...

RADIANT04754: He blames a rising star among the merchant princes for his woes. Vanhudi, I believe his name was. Purchased the trading consortium where the man was working, which led to a “restructuring” of the hierarchy. Put a lot of people out of work.

Hildibrand: Vanhudi, Vanhudi... I know that name. Something about an acquisitions deal gone sour? Father was willing to sell him a slice of his Hannish enterprise, I think, but balked when the man offered to buy our family business in its entirety.

RADIANT04754: Truly, there is no telling how deep the coffers of this Vanhudi are. Nor do any know the secret of how he amassed such kingly wealth so damnably fast.
RADIANT04754: There are whispers, though, that he's solved alchemy's oldest and most legendary of problems: the transmutation of base metal into gold.
RADIANT04754: Unlikely to say the least—but whatever the source of Vanhudi's riches, he shows no reluctance in spending them; he's bought a historic temple to serve as his home, and commissioned a private airship, among other extravagant expenditures. Nice for some, eh?

Nashu Mhakaracca: Cor, that swindling case had barely started before you solved it, Inspector!

Hildibrand: Ah...hah hah hah! All in a day's work, my dear Nashu.
Hildibrand: I believe our business upon this scented hill is concluded. Let us hurry the ingredients back to Inspector Brandihild, shall we?

Lugae: I may have mollified his lordship with the secrets of divine manifestation, but the stench of failure yet clings to me.
Lugae: I must redeem myself in his eyes...by crushing my most-hated foe! Wee hee hee!

Hildibrand: Your suffering nears its end, Master PuPu!

Nashu Mhakaracca: If Inspector Brandihild's remedy fails, we can always try my explosive cure-all!

Delion: After all that, we paid not a single gil for the dampshroom. The manifestation of such windfalls must be another facet of the inspector's uncannily good fortune...

BRADIHILND: Inspector Hildibrand tells me you have the liver to go along with his dampshroom...?
BRADIHILND: A fine specimen, thank you! I will be mixing the ingredients in the starship, so let us convey Master PuPu outside that we may administer his medicine as soon as it is ready.
BRADIHILND: This should be sufficiently remote. I'll have the craft come to us and we can commence the treatment...

KOYOKOYO: Oh, I feel so much better! I cannot thank you all enough!

BRADIHILND: Master PuPu recovered his strength in mere moments. 'Twould seem his powers of recuperation are just as advanced as his technology.

KOYOKOYO: I came here from another world—a stranger you've no cause to trust—and yet you've treated me so kindly. The people of this star are so very welcoming.

Hildibrand: Hah, you are our dear friend now, Master PuPu! 'Tis our pleasure to help!

Lugae: And it will be my pleasure to harm!
Lugae: I'll not fall for the same trick twice!
Lugae: Impudent worms! Taste my full power!
Lugae: Not agaaaaaaaaaaaain!

Delion: You took the full force of that destructive beam, yet there you stand. Somewhat singed but apparently unharmed.
Delion: I've pondered and puzzled over this inexplicable fortitude of yours, and feel compelled to ask...
Delion: Are ''you'' an alien?

Hildibrand: Ah hah hah, a fine jest. But I assure you, I am without a doubt an Ul'dahn-born Manderville of terrestrial Hyuran stock.

Nashu Mhakaracca: He's Hildibrand, agent of enquiry and inspector extraordinaire! What more do you need to know?

Delion: Where to even begin...but never mind. We have more pressing matters...

Hildibrand: Such as locating Master PuPu's missing comrade! 'Tis time we reopened the Case of the Silent Correspondent!

Delion: Yes, exactly!
Delion: And I have a firm theory as to who it was that took the wreckage and its erstwhile pilot...
Delion: The Sharlayans!
Delion: I'm all but certain they've allied with insidious extraterrestrials. Which means they'll be under orders to remove any evidence of alien activity!
Delion: I wager we'll find what we're looking for in Old Sharlayan—we need only infiltrate their operations and expose this nefarious conspiracy!

Question: What will you say?

> The Sharlayans can't be bothered to formally ally with foreign nations, much less aliens. And the Loporrits don't count.
> Trust me, they'd sooner flee the star than attempt to subjugate it.
---

BRADIHILND: While Master Delion's theory does lack supporting facts, we have no other promising leads to pursue at present.
BRADIHILND: Moreover, I understand that Sharlayan sets the standard for monitoring astronomical and astrological phenomena. Mayhap their experts have been tracking extraterrestrial movements...
BRADIHILND: Ahem, I've spoken out of turn. Please, forgive my presumptuousness.

Hildibrand: Nay, my friend. I, too, sense our path points to the isle of Archons.
Hildibrand: Pack your bags, everyone. We leave for Sharlayan immediately!
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==Video Archive==
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Be Our Guest

2026-04-24T02:09:47Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Limited Time Event Ended
| startdate = October 19, 2022
| enddate = November 1, 2022
| description1 = ''See also'': [[All Saints' Wake (2022)]]
}}
{{Quest infobox
| description = The [[Wake Doctor|wake doctor]] is not one to be kept waiting. ※This quest is available for a limited time only.
| image = Be Our Guest.png
| quest-giver = Wake Doctor
| related-npcs = Pumpkin-headed Apparition; Unusual Usher
| location = Old Gridania
| location-x = 10.2
| location-y = 9.3
| type = side
| quest-line = All Saints' Wake (2022)
| journal-section = Other Quests
| journal-category = Seasonal Events Quests
| journal-genre = All Saints' Wake (2022)
| level = 15
| exp = 1440
| gil = 239
| req-quest =
| req-items =
| requirements =
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = A Mad Masquerade
| next-quest =
| patch = 6.2
| release = endwalker
| id-gt = 70192
| id-edb = 5daa547914d
}}

==Steps==
*Speak with the [[Unusual Usher|unusual usher]].
*Speak with the [[Pumpkin-headed Apparition|pumpkin-headed apparition]].

==Journal==
* The wake doctor is not one to be kept waiting.
** ※This quest is available for a limited time only.

* As thanks for thwarting Papa Gruff's scheme, the wake doctor would invite you somewhere special. She bids you speak with the unusual usher beside her should you wish to discover her surprise.
** ※Please note that you will be unable to complete this quest after the seasonal event has ended. For details, please check the Lodestone.

* You follow the usher to an eerie and wholly unfamiliar place. Perhaps the wake doctor is somewhere close by to explain where you are and the surprise she has in store.

* Her guise as the wake doctor cast aside once more, the pumpkin-headed apparition has revealed that this mysterious place─the very surprise she had in store for you─is, in fact, her home. Unsettling though her residence may be, she has nonetheless graciously invited you to stay for as long as you like. Perhaps she would be willing to tell you more about herself, should you choose to stick around.

==Dialogue==

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PUMPKIN: So, you remembered my request. I am pleased.
PUMPKIN: As I mentioned earlier, there is somewhere I would like to take you, though I'm afraid it is a place not easily reached. When you're ready to depart, pray speak with the usher here, and he will escort you.
PUMPKIN: If you are expecting me to reveal the surprise to you here and now, you are sorely mistaken. Go, speak with the usher.

MYSTERIOUSGUIDE04656: Ah, you must be the guest of honor. If it please you, I shall escort you immediately.

Question: Allow the unusual usher to escort you?

PUMPKIN: I shall take my leave first, and make the preparations necessary to receive you. Do not be alarmed by what you see, child...heh heh heh...

MYSTERIOUSGUIDE04656: We shall not be far behind! Now, if you would follow me.
MYSTERIOUSGUIDE04656: My, did you get lost along the way? No matter, I would be happy to escort you again.

PUMPKIN: Welcome to my humble abode.
PUMPKIN: Surprised to see I have a home of my own, are you? Even the Great Gourd needs a place to rest her head.
PUMPKIN: I have never invited a mortal to my home before. Consider this my show of thanks for ensuring All Saints' Wake could be celebrated this year unimpeded.
PUMPKIN: I have never invited a mortal to my home before. Consider this my way of thanking you for ensuring All Saints' Wake could be celebrated year after year unimpeded.
PUMPKIN: You may make yourself at home, and stay as long as you like.
PUMPKIN: If you are concerned about Papa Gruff, do not be. He and I have come to an understanding. Some children must simply learn the hard way...heh heh heh...
</nowiki>}}
==Video Archive==
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Aggressive Expansion

2026-04-24T02:09:45Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = Aggressive Expansion
| description = Mehdjina would like you to make a special delivery.
| image = aggressive expansion1.png
| quest-giver = Mehdjina
| related-npcs = Auri Boy; Avilina; Elezen Boy; Gaius; Hyuran Youth; Ironworks Technician; Nero; Procopius; Revolutionary Commander
| location = Old Sharlayan
| location-x = 11.8
| location-y = 9.8
| type = sidequest
| quest-line = Tataru's Grand Endeavor Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Side Story Quests
| journal-genre = Tataru's Grand Endeavor Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| requirements =
| req-items =
| exp = 0
| gil = 1475
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Forever at Your Side, Small Business, Big Dreams
| next-quest = Forever in Our Hearts
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.4
| id-gt = 70297
| id-edb = 418042cf328
}}
==Steps==
*Speak with Gaius in Terncliff.

*Speak with the Ironworks technician.

*Speak with Gaius.

*Speak with Gaius in Terncliff.

==Journal==
*Mehdjina would like you to make a special delivery.

*Tataru Taru's Boutique has its sights set on securing a contract with the interim government of Werlyt, and given your role in the nation's liberation, Mehdjina believes you are the perfect person for the job. Curious yourself as to the present state of affairs in the region, you agree to meet with Gaius in Terncliff and present him with a set of the boutique's finest samples.

※You may travel to Terncliff by speaking with the Resistance escort in Porta Praetoria.

*You are barely able to introduce the samples to Gaius before he informs you of a more pressing matter─the G-Savior Mark II has been stolen, and by none other than Valens van Varro returned from the dead, according to Avilina. You agree to lend your aid in retrieving the vessel and apprehending the villain.

*Boarding the G-Savior, you steel yourself for the imminent operation, your thoughts briefly returning to the last time you soared these skies to thwart the Diamond Weapon...

*No sooner is the operation underway than a conundrum presents itself: to safely apprehend the G-Savior Mark II, you must either risk destroying the vessel from afar, making it impossible to identify the culprit, or draw near and lose the element of surprise. It is at this most timely of times that Nero tol Scaeva, engineer extraordinaire and former tribunus of the XIVth Legion, interrupts your transmission to present a solution to the problem─the aptly named Anti-G missiles. After launching a barrage of the projectiles, you send the Mark II crashing to the most unlikely of locations─the very spot where Valens was thought to have met his end at the crushing hand of the Diamond Weapon. A belief you quickly discover to be true, as it is revealed that the man bearing Valens's likeness is none other than a former pilus of the now defunct VIIth Legion─a zealot named Procopius, who altered his face to act as the deceased legatus's double. Incapacitating the man to be rid of his wild ravings, Gaius declares the mission complete, and bids you return to Terncliff.

*Expressing his gratitude to you for aiding in the impromptu operation, Gaius would now hear the boutique's proposal in full.

==Dialogue==

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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
System: In order to undertake this quest, you must first complete the Sorrow of Werlyt quest series.
System: The starting quest, “Ruby Doomsday,” may be undertaken by speaking with the Resistance officer in the Lochs.
System: You may review your progress under “Chronicles of a New Era - The Sorrow of Werlyt” in your journal.

Mehdjina: [Forename]! I've been meaning to speak with you—Mistress Tataru mentioned the most astonishing thing to me earlier. Is it true that you aided in the liberation of Werlyt?
Mehdjina: I see... So you fought the Weapons of the VIIth Legion alongside none other than the Black Wolf himself...
Mehdjina: Well then, that makes you the perfect candidate for our next job! You see, we're planning to send our latest samples of military equipment to Werlyt's interim government. Since Gaius Baelsar oversees such matters, who better than his {{alternatives|sister-in-arms|brother-in-arms}} to pitch our wares?
Mehdjina: Word has it that the Werlyt forces are in the process of choosing a supplier to outfit their troops, so we're keen to throw our hat into the ring. So, would you be willing to assist us?

Question: What will you say?

> I'd be happy to.
> It would be a good opportunity to speak with Gaius.
---

Mehdjina: Wonderful, I can't thank you enough! If my sources are correct, you should be able to find Gaius in Terncliff.
Mehdjina: Should you chance upon any potential adornments for Mistress Tataru's necklace, please do bring them back with you!

System: You may travel to Terncliff by speaking with the Resistance escort in Porta Praetoria, located in the Lochs region of Gyr Abania.

SHADOWHUNTER: I was not expecting you, [Forename]. Are you perchance aware of the ongoing situation?

Question: What will you say?

> Er... What situation?
> Actually, I come bearing a delivery from Tataru Taru's Boutique...
---

SHADOWHUNTER: I see. Then you are here on some other business, yes?
SHADOWHUNTER: Samples of military equipment? You have my thanks, but there is a more urgent matter that requires my attention.
SHADOWHUNTER: I received a report that the G-Savior Mark II has been stolen from the hangar here in Terncliff.
SHADOWHUNTER: In fact, I am here to speak with an eyewitness. If you are willing, I would like you to join me. Your insight may prove useful.

Avilina: Thank you for coming at such short notice, and with [Forename] no less.

SHADOWHUNTER: Aye. As luck would have it, {{alternatives|she|he}} decided to pay us a visit on other business. Owing to our present crisis, however, I had {{alternatives|her|him}} accompany me here.
SHADOWHUNTER: Tell me, is it true that Mark II was stolen?

Avilina: I'm afraid so... While I was performing maintenance on the Mark I, I caught sight of a man approaching the Mark II and looking ''very'' suspicious.

SHADOWHUNTER: Our culprit, in other words.

Avilina: I called out to him, demanding he state his business here... But when he turned around, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. The man who stared back at me was Valens van Varro—I am sure of it.

SHADOWHUNTER: Impossible...
SHADOWHUNTER: He breathed his last before my very eyes. Unless the dead walk among us, that simply cannot be.

Avilina: I only know what I saw... Though he wore a visor, the likeness was unmistakable. Even his magenta armor was identical.

Revolutionary Commander: Pray forgive the interruption, I bring urgent news!
Revolutionary Commander: These former captives of the VIIth Legion insisted they speak with you.

AURIBOY04761: P-Please forgive us! F-Father, our father, he...

SHADOWHUNTER: Calm yourself, lad. You are safe now—I promise. Now, tell us what happened.

AURIBOY04761: Father... Valens came back, and told us to show him where the warmachina are.

ELEZENBOY03980: We know how to get in here, so we sometimes come for a peek at the big machines...

SHADOWHUNTER: And after telling Valens how to sneak inside, he made off with the G-Savior Mark II...
SHADOWHUNTER: Given what you boys have been through, I know how difficult it must have been to confess what happened. Your bravery is commendable.
SHADOWHUNTER: Now, you had best return to the orphanage. Fear not, we will deal with this so-called “Valens.”
SHADOWHUNTER: Though I highly doubt he has returned from the dead, if that warmachina has fallen into the wrong hands, the consequences could be catastrophic. We must give chase, and swiftly. Will you lend us your aid?
SHADOWHUNTER: You have my gratitude. We will set out to reclaim the G-Savior Mark II as soon as you are ready. Pray inform the Ironworks staff when you have seen to your preparations.
SHADOWHUNTER: That the Mark II was seized so easily bespeaks a need to tighten our security. For now, however, we must focus on the task at hand.

Avilina: Even now, I still cannot believe my own eyes. Valens...alive. The very thought of it makes my blood run cold.

AIRMAN04031: If you're to stand a chance against the G-Savior Mark II, you'll need to fight fire with fire.
AIRMAN04031: Luckily for you, we've already fueled the Mark I, which is ready for dispatch at your command.

Question: Board the G-Savior?

SHADOWHUNTER: The G-Savior Mark I's automated piloting systems currently have us cruising towards Garlemald.
SHADOWHUNTER: If the perpetrator truly is Valens, I am all but certain he is making another attempt to seize the imperial throne.
SHADOWHUNTER: After all, that is precisely what he hoped to achieve with the Diamond Weapon after the death of Emperor Varis.
SHADOWHUNTER: But he did not succeed then, nor will he succeed now. I want you to pilot the G-Warrior to make sure of it.
SHADOWHUNTER: While I am entirely capable of taking the helm myself, I must concede that your skill outshines my own. Instead, I will provide support from the rear cockpit inside the containment apparatus.
SHADOWHUNTER: Valens may have a head start, but I am confident we will overtake him once we have the engines at maximum output. Then, the rest is up to you, [Forename].

System: Upon entering the cockpit, several cutscenes will play in sequence. It is recommended that you set aside sufficient time to view these scenes in their entirety.
System: Enter the cockpit?

SHADOWHUNTER: Heat signature detected three thousand yalms to the fore.
SHADOWHUNTER: The readings are unmistakable—it can only be the Mark II.
SHADOWHUNTER: Ideally, we would shoot him down before he can detect us, but doing so would destroy the vessel and him with it, making it impossible to identify the culprit.
SHADOWHUNTER: Our only choice is to draw near and neutralize the vessel's propulsion systems, even if it means alerting him to our presence.

Nero@???: I beg to differ.

SHADOWHUNTER: Someone has wormed their way into our frequency... But this voice...it couldn't be!

Nero: Oh, but it is! My, how long has it been, ''Lord Baelsar''?

SHADOWHUNTER: As I suspected...Nero tol Scaeva. So the rumors were true. You survived the battle at Castrum Meridianum, and now work as an engineer under Cid.

Nero: Work ''under'' him? Clearly, you are misinformed.
Nero: I am merely using my unequaled talents to ''save'' the poor fool from his own ineptitude. And now, I am here to do the same for ''you''.

SHADOWHUNTER: Do enlighten us as to how.

Nero: 'Tis simple, really. I've crafted an armament that will immobilize Garlond's wretchedly designed vessel, and I've even given it the appropriate name: I call it the Anti-G.
Nero: Expecting this day would inevitably come, I took the liberty of loading it into the Mark I's weapons bay in advance. You're welcome.
Nero: Now, adventurer. Listen, and listen well.
Nero: What I'm about to tell you will be the key to sinking that scarlet vessel. And while I find the idea of its destruction ''unbearable'', 'tis nevertheless the perfect opportunity to prove who is the superior engineer, Garlond or myself. Do put on a good show!

System: In the following sequence, you will pilot the G-Warrior. Time your inputs with the on-screen prompts.
System: When a blue prompt appears (left), time your input as the diamonds overlap. When a yellow prompt appears (right), make several rapid inputs until the prompt disappears. The controls are as follows:
System: {{alternatives|Mouse: Left-click or right-click anywhere on screenKeyboard: Any standard, unmodified keyPlease note that chat will be temporarily disabled.|Controller|Gamepad|: All buttons and directional buttons except [???]}}

Nero: When I activate the homing interface, you are to lock onto the vessel immediately and fire a barrage of Anti-G missiles.
Nero: The moment our quarry is aware of our presence, he will undoubtedly take evasive maneuvers. The Anti-G is a flawless achievement born of scientific genius, but that is of no matter if it misses its target. Understood?
Nero: Homing interface activated. Commence bombardment!
Nero: Why, I daresay you're a natural!
Nero: ...I said give me a show, not a bloody disaster! If not for sheer luck, we'd have a very different situation on our hands right now.
Nero: With the apparatus's propulsion engines neutralized, our quarry is defenseless. What are you waiting for? Capture him!

SHADOWHUNTER: No, he's not finished yet.

Nero: So the cornered brute still had some fight left in him. I trust you can show him the folly of his perseverance?

Question: What will you say?

> He's not going anywhere!
> I can stop him...
> It'll all work out somehow!
---

SHADOWHUNTER: Excellent work. Quickly, we must go after him.
SHADOWHUNTER: What cruel irony that the vessel should crash here of all places...
SHADOWHUNTER: Surrender. There is no escape.

Procopius@Valens?: I-It's you... Gaius!

SHADOWHUNTER: And who are you?

Procopius@Valens?: Wh-What do you mean? I'm Valens, the man destined to inherit the imperial throne!

SHADOWHUNTER: Very well. We will do this the hard way.

Question: What will you say?

> It's him! It's Valens!
> ...This man is not Valens.
---

SHADOWHUNTER: The resemblance is uncanny indeed.
SHADOWHUNTER: But I will not soon forget how Valens's face froze with fear in his final moments...nor how the light in his green eyes extinguished alongside the flame of his life.
SHADOWHUNTER: Aye, I will not soon forget how Valens's face froze with fear in his final moments...how the light in his green eyes extinguished alongside the flame of his life.
SHADOWHUNTER: Yet the resemblance is uncanny all the same.
SHADOWHUNTER: I will not ask again: who are you?
SHADOWHUNTER: Answer sincerely, or atone for your sins with your life.

Procopius: M-My name is Procopius! I served as a pilus of the VIIth Legion under Lord Valens's command!

SHADOWHUNTER: When I reviewed the VIIth Legion's records, I saw no mention of there being another of his kin within its ranks. Your face... Surely not...

Procopius: Th-That's right! And I would gladly do it again! Were Lord Valens to become emperor, his life would be under constant threat. ''This'' is my expression of devotion, my willingness to sacrifice myself in his name!

SHADOWHUNTER: To go so far as to change your own face...
SHADOWHUNTER: But why steal the Mark II? Like your master, I presume you wished to use it to ascend the throne?

Procopius: Hmph, the throne is but a means to an end! My true aspiration is to embolden the people of the shattered remains of Garlemald to rise up once more and take what is theirs by birthright!
Procopius: Only we Garleans are fit to inherit this star, herding the cattle masses as we milk them for all they are worth! This is the way it should be, just as Lord Valens envisioned!
Procopius: In the words of Emperor Solus: “No lands must remain beyond our grasp. Go forth. Conquer. Rule.”

SHADOWHUNTER: The ravings of a madman. ...Lest you wonder, I have not killed him.
SHADOWHUNTER: We have recovered the Mark II and apprehended our perpetrator.
SHADOWHUNTER: Let us return to Terncliff.
SHADOWHUNTER: My thanks for lending your aid despite the suddenness of my request.
SHADOWHUNTER: The children will be able to rest easy knowing the impostor has been captured and the vessel reclaimed.
SHADOWHUNTER: That said, you were here on other business. Let us delay it no further.
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A Spooky Celebration

2026-04-24T02:09:44Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Limited Time Event Ended
| startdate = October 19, 2022
| enddate = November 1, 2022
| description1 = ''See also'': [[All Saints' Wake (2022)]]
}}
{{Quest infobox
| description = The harlequin guide is eager to put you to work. ※This quest is available for a limited time only.
| image = A Spooky Celebration.png
| quest-giver = Harlequin Guide
| related-npcs = Brazen Boy
| location = Old Gridania
| location-x = 10.3
| location-y = 9.2
| type = daily
| quest-line = All Saints' Wake (2022)
| journal-section = Other Quests
| journal-category = Seasonal Events Quests
| journal-genre = All Saints' Wake (2022)
| level = 15
| exp =
| gil =
| reward1 = 10 Magicked Prism (Pumpkin)
| req-quest =
| req-items =
| requirements =
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = A Mad Masquerade
| next-quest =
| patch = 6.2
| release = endwalker
| id-gt = 70193
| id-edb = 91c2759711f
}}

==Steps==
*Transfigure yourself by drinking one of the mysterious concoctions.
*Spread word of the costume cortege to the townspeople.
*Report to the [[Harlequin Guide|harlequin guide]].

==Journal==
* The harlequin guide is eager to put you to work.
** ※This quest is available for a limited time only.

* Though you may be finished with the costume cortege, it is not finished with you. Using one of their perfectly safe concoctions, the harlequin guide bids you take on the guise of another creature to help spread word of the costume cortege.
** ※Please note that you will be unable to complete this quest after the seasonal event has ended. For details, please check the Lodestone.

* The putrid taste of the concoction remains in your mouth with no sign of disappearing, but you have nonetheless transfigured yourself successfully. The time is ripe for a spot of frightful fun to help spread word of the costume cortege.

* With at least a few additional people now scared out of their wits, you return to Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre to tell the harlequin guide of your terrifying trip through town.

* The harlequin guide is thankful for your efforts, but that is not to say he would refuse further assistance from you. Should time allow, he invites you to return for a scary good time.

==Dialogue==

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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
PIERROTFAMILYSERVANT04657: Hello there! Tell me, are you aware of the delightful costume cortege being held at present?
PIERROTFAMILYSERVANT04657: Of course you are! No small few have already joined in the merrymaking, and I daresay you would make a most welcome addition to their number!
PIERROTFAMILYSERVANT04657: How about it? Raring to give the next person you meet the fright of their life?

Question: Participate in the costume cortege?

PIERROTFAMILYSERVANT04657: Oh, what a shame. What a shame indeed! Well, I shall be here should you change your mind. You ''will'' reconsider, won't you?
PIERROTFAMILYSERVANT04657: Wonderful! Take your pick from our selection of perfectly safe concoctions placed atop the benches beside me, and transfigure yourself into the creature of your desire!
PIERROTFAMILYSERVANT04657: Wh-What, do you not trust me? The potions are perfectly safe this time, I swear!

Question: You will be transfigured into a Continental eye after drinking this concoction. Proceed?
Question: You will be transfigured into a wraith after drinking this concoction. Proceed?
Question: You will be transfigured into a gaelikitten after drinking this concoction. Proceed?
Question: You will be transfigured into a sasquatch after drinking this concoction. Proceed?

System: Your appearance will be changed after drinking the mysterious concoction. After frightening a townsperson in your transfigured state, dispel the enchantment, and inform them of the costume cortege.

Question: Drink the concoction again to extend the duration of the transfiguration?

System: You must be in a transfigured state before approaching the townspeople.

CHILD04657: A monster...? Oh gods, a monster! Wh-What's it doing here!?

Question: Dispel the transformation and inform them of the costume cortege?

CHILD04657: Hey, you're not a monster, you're just some strange {{alternatives|lady|man}}! You said you transformed by drinking a potion? I wanna try too!

System: You have spread word of the costume cortege. Report back to the harlequin guide in Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre.

PIERROTFAMILYSERVANT04657: Bravo! With the aid of volunteers such as yourself, word of the event shall surely spread like wildfire throughout the entire city!
PIERROTFAMILYSERVANT04657: Here, I have a little something for you as thanks. Should you care to spread the word further, you are welcome to return any time. Now, off you go. Enjoy the festivities to your heart's content!
</nowiki>}}
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[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

A Spirited Reforging

2026-04-24T02:08:55Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = A Spirited Reforging
| description = Gerolt seems even less enthused to see you than usual. ※Changing classes or jobs will prevent progress during this quest.
| image = a spirited reforging1.png
| quest-giver = Gerolt (EW)
| related-npcs = Godbert; Mihleel
| location = Radz-at-Han
| location-x = 12.0
| location-y = 7.1
| type = feature
| quest-line = Manderville Weapons Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Hildibrand Sidequests
| journal-genre = Manderville Weapons Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| req-quest = Not from Around Here
| req-items = 3 Amplifying Achondrite, 1 Amazing Manderville Sword, 1 Amazing Manderville Kite Shield, 1 Amazing Manderville Axe, 1 Amazing Manderville Zweihander, 1 Amazing Manderville Gunblade, 1 Amazing Manderville Spear, 1 Amazing Manderville Scythe, 1 Amazing Manderville Knuckles, 1 Amazing Manderville Samurai Blade, 1 Amazing Manderville Knives, 1 Amazing Manderville Harp Bow, 1 Amazing Manderville Revolver, 1 Amazing Manderville Chakrams, 1 Amazing Manderville Rod, 1 Amazing Manderville Index, 1 Amazing Manderville Rapier, 1 Amazing Manderville Cane, 1 Amazing Manderville Codex, 1 Amazing Manderville Torquetum, 1 Amazing Manderville Milpreves
| requirements =
| exp = 0
| gil = 0
| reward1 =
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Well-oiled
| next-quest = In Need of Adjustment
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.45
| id-gt = 70307
| id-edb = 87d1349818f
}}

==Rewards==
'''Depending on [[job]]:'''
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Sword}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Shield}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Bardiche}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Greatsword}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Bayonet}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Spear}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville War Scythe}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Fists}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Samurai Blade}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Knives}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Harp Bow}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Pistol}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Chakrams}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Staff}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Index}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Degen}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Wand}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Codex}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Orrery}}
* {{item reward|1|Majestic Manderville Wings}}

==Walkthrough==
{{main|Manderville Weapons}}

==Steps==
*Wait for [[Godbert]] and [[Gerolt (EW)|Gerolt]] at an empty table in [[Mehryde's Meyhane]].
*Obtain [[Amplifying Achondrite|chunks of amplifying achondrite]]. 0/3
*With [your Amazing Manderville Weapon] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver the chunks of amplifying achondrite to Gerolt.

==Journal==
*Gerolt seems even less enthused to see you than usual.
**※Changing classes or jobs will prevent progress during this quest.

*While you are eager to continue making improvements to your Manderville weaponry, Gerolt's sullen demeanor suggests he is anything but. The blacksmith's suddenly blatant antagonism is of great concern to Godbert, who fears this negative attitude may adversely affect your crafting endeavors. He suggests a shared drink to resolve their differences, and sends you to secure a table at Mehryde's Meyhane.
** ※You may not proceed with a class or job that is different from when you accepted this quest.

*After consuming enough liquid courage to drown a behemoth, Gerolt lays bare his reasons for despising Godbert─a fundamental difference of perspectives which ultimately leaves the smitty wallowing in a mire of self-loathing. Thankfully, a carefully considered remark from you (or was it Rowena?) reignites Gerolt's sense of professional pride. As he staggers off back to his anvil, Godbert entreats you to begin gathering the required quantity of achondrite before returning to his own various tasks.
** ※Chunks of amplifying achondrite can be obtained from Jubrunnah at the aetheryte plaza in Radz-at-Han.

*The augmentation process is once more a success, with the miraculous Maxalamanderville oil allowing you to fine-tune the properties of your enhanced weaponry. Impressive though your progress may be, however, Godbert assures you that one final stage in the armaments' evolution yet remains...

==Dialogue==

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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
System: Please note that upon completing the quest “A Spirited Reforging,” you will receive a Manderville weapon for {{alternatives|an [Job]|a [Job]}}.
System: Please ensure you have changed to your desired job before speaking with Gerolt.

Question: What will you do?

> Undertake this quest as another job.
> Undertake this quest as {{alternatives|an [Job]|a [Job]}}.
---

System: Be advised that once you have undertaken this quest, you may not proceed with a class or job that is different from when you accepted it.
System: Please speak with Gerolt again when you are ready to undertake this quest.
System: In order to accept the quest “A Spirited Reforging,” please ensure that [*] and [*] are either equipped, in your Armoury Chest, or in your inventory.
System: In order to accept the quest “A Spirited Reforging,” please ensure that [*] is either equipped, in your Armoury Chest, or in your inventory.

Gerolt: Oh, it's you...
Gerolt: I suppose that bespectacled fop did mention he'd made some kind o' breakthrough and needed to round up the usual suspects.

CRAFTER04653: I shall inform his lordship of your arrival...

Godbert: [Forename], welcome, welcome!
Godbert: I do hope you are prepared for another spot of modest labor, for I have plucked a new weaponsmithing secret from the depths of my family's extraordinary heirloom.
Godbert: As for why Godbrand abandoned his ciphered journals, 'twould seem he desired the greater security afforded by the relic's recording apparatus. That he so feared this knowledge falling into wicked hands bespeaks the destructive potential of what we seek to recreate.
Godbert: Speaking of which, this stage of augmentation will require a fundamental alteration to the weaponry's design.
Godbert: Godbrand understood that individual wielders have different needs and preferences, and thus conceived of a method to modify each armament's base qualities.
Godbert: Essential to the process is a new type of oil known as “Maxalamanderville.” By subtly adjusting the precise ratio of ingredients for this coating, we can influence the paths of aetherial conductivity as we see fit.

Gerolt: Ugh, more bloody oil...

Godbert: The oil's chief ingredient is, once again, derived from a meteorite—specifically an achondrite with amplifying properties.
Godbert: Ah, so many out-of-this-world materials! But 'tis unsurprising now that we know the alien origin of Godbrand's weaponsmithing techniques.

Gerolt: Alien origin, ye say? Little wonder I weren't familiar with 'em...

Godbert: As has become customary, I shall prepare the bulk of the necessary resources, whilst you procure our supply of achondrite.

Gerolt: Oh, aye, an' a lovely bloody “custom” that is. Man o' your means, I reckon ye could buy a mountain o' them space rocks as well.

Godbert: And I would gladly do so...except the merchant in question will accept naught less than a specific type of tomestone in trade.
Godbert: As much as it pains me to impose upon [Forename] further, {{alternatives|she|he}} is the best equipped to handle that onerous task.
Godbert: These improvements call for a drastic reforging, and it is your expertise that shall see us succeed or fail as well, Master Gerolt.

Gerolt: Fine, fine, I'll shut me gob an' do as I'm told...

Godbert: Hrm. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm getting the distinct impression you've lost interest in this project.

Gerolt: Ye bloody think?
Gerolt: Look, I took this job to pay off me drinkin' debts. Now that I've managed that, I've got no desire to keep workin' for an underdressed, over-primped, pretentious arse.

Godbert: I see. Admittedly, even from the beginning, your distaste for me was rather poorly concealed.
Godbert: And I fear such festering antagonism will adversely affect our smithing endeavors...
Godbert: Yes, let us resolve our differences over a flagon of fine spirits—or several, as circumstances dictate! All at my expense, of course!

Gerolt: Free liquor, is it? Then ye'd best be bringin' yer biggest purse!

Godbert: [Forename], you must join us. If you would be so kind as to secure a table at the meyhane, I shall be along in short order.

Gerolt: Ooh hoo hoo! The drinks are on ol' Godbert! We're about to see jus' how deep his lordship's pockets really are!

Godbert: Ohohoho! A splendid night for spirituous beverages!

Gerolt: Yer sure about this then, are ye? I've a mighty thirst, an' it'll not be slaked by the cheap stuff!

Godbert: What of you, [Forename]? Will you be following Master Gerolt's fine example?

Question: What will you say?

> Bring on the high-class brews!
> I might have one or two...
> No liquor for me, thanks.
---

Godbert: Very well. Then I shall order us all the same to start.
Godbert: Very well. Then we shall order you a tasty alternative.

Mihleel: Your beverages, Lord Godbert. Enjoy!

Godbert: To your health, my friends!

Gerolt: Right—no point beatin' around the bush. I've hated yer guts for a good long while now.

Godbert: Hah, so even my insides offend you. And why might that be?

Gerolt: 'Cause for a proper artisan, devotion to yer craft ought to be yer number one priority.
Gerolt: But you, yer off foundin' a consortium, or buildin' some fool's playground for fleecin' the masses. Yer...yer a bloody ''merchant'', that's what you are!

Godbert: You believe my “devotion” is insufficient, then. Yet our works require not only the sweat of our brow, but capital to cover expenses, no? Thus, does not a steady revenue facilitate the creative process?
Godbert: In that respect, my business ventures have allowed me to indulge in goldsmithing projects I could never have otherwise afforded.
Godbert: Is it not true that you craft kettles as a means to repay loans or simply make ends meet? Would not a substantial source of wealth spare you such tedious drudgery and empower you to pursue your heart's desire?

Gerolt: B-Booze! We're goin' to need more booze over here!
Gerolt: What really—hic!—soured me was when ye sat yer arse on the Syndicate. How can ye craft aught worthwhile with yer head buried in political shite!?

Godbert: You may be surprised. My participation in Ul'dah's governance opened my eyes to a different world, which in turn provided great inspiration for several original pieces.

Gerolt: Well, you can keep yer bleedin' inspi—hic!—ration! I want nothin' to do with prissy rule-makers of yer ilk!
Gerolt: You...you an' yer bloody—hic!—reasonable arguments.
Gerolt: Rich sods ain't got a...got a clue what it's like for poor buggers like me. An' what've ye got against wearin' ''clothes'', anyroad!?

Godbert: We are more alike than you realize, Master Gerolt. Especially when it comes to the simplicity of our attire!

Gerolt: Aye, s'all clear now... Yer the master craftsman...
Gerolt: An' I'm a soddin' failure... A ''failure''! <sob>
Gerolt: Rowena? Where'd ye...? How'd ye...?
Gerolt: Ah, bugger it... I'm a sorry excuse for a smitty, an' that's all that matters.

Godbert: Hm, he seems to be mistaking you for someone else. Perhaps you could offer him a kind word...?

Question: What will you say?

> Gerolt, your craftsmanship is flawless.
> Gerolt, you're a sniveling disgrace to your profession!
---

Gerolt: That...that means a lot comin' from ye. Me thanks.
Gerolt: Ye always give it to me straight. I appreciate that.
Gerolt: Right, I'm done weepin' into me cups. I'll fix up them weapons, an' to hells with the money—I'll do it for me own damn sense o' pride.

Godbert: 'Twould seem Master Gerolt has overcome his aversion to our partnership. Splendid. Although I never would have guessed carrot juice could be so intoxicating...
Godbert: Ah, I was concerned for our good smith's health, you see, and had Mihleel switch his spirits to something less potent several rounds ago. The meyhane's liquors are sublime, but too much can wreak havoc on a man's constitution.
Godbert: There was a time when I, too, devoted every waking moment to my craft...
Godbert: But alas, running a mercantile empire comes with its own responsibilities. Monetary woes notwithstanding, I do envy Master Gerolt his purity of purpose.
Godbert: And on that note, let us return to our appointed acquisitions. We shall require three chunks of the aforementioned achondrite, as soon as you are able!

System: Chunks of amplifying achondrite can be obtained from Jubrunnah at the aetheryte plaza in Radz–at–Han.

Gerolt: Ugh, that was one too many meyhane brews... So, where are them blasted rocks, then? Or are ye jus' here to make me head feel worse?

System: Chunks of amplifying achondrite can be obtained from Jubrunnah at the aetheryte plaza in Radz–at–Han.

Gerolt: Seems ye've got the achondrite sorted. Now, unless ye want me hammer in crotch-strikin' distance, ye'd best unbuckle that weaponry afore we get started.
Gerolt: Ah, the heat o' the furnace has me all sobered up. Let's have them special rocks, then.
Gerolt: Aye, I reckon that's enough, but...there's one other thing that's been botherin' me. Was Rowena there at the meyhane? I don't rightly remember...
Gerolt: Bah, forget it. Let's get his lordship over here afore I lose me will to forge!

Godbert: Now for the finishing touch: the Maxalamanderville oil. Before we can finalize the mixture, however, you must tell us how you wish your weaponry to serve you in battle.
Godbert: The ratio of the coating's ingredients will greatly influence the armament's various qualities, so think carefully ere you give your answer...

Question: What will you do?

> Adjust the attributes of your Manderville weaponry.
> Learn about Manderville weaponry attributes.
> Nothing.
---

System: You can choose three attributes to add to your newly augmented Manderville weaponry. One of these attributes will be set to a lower value than the other two.
System: Once you have adjusted the values to your liking, select “Confirm” to finalize your decision.
System: Resetting your weaponry's attributes will require an additional chunk of amplifying achondrite, so consider your choices carefully.

Godbert: Understood! Your wish is our command!
Godbert: And 'tis done!

Gerolt: Yer holdin' the result of undyin' devotion to craftin' excellence...
Gerolt: [*] an' [*]!
Gerolt: [*]!

Godbert: Had you not so bravely confessed your grievances that evening, I daresay this degree of collaborative work would have remained unattainable!

Gerolt: Aye, well, me memory's a mite fuzzy on that score...but I'll take me victories where I can get 'em.

Godbert: As always, [Forename], should you wish to enhance other Manderville weapons in your possession, you need only say the word. My diligent retainer is at your service.

CRAFTER04653: Ahem, Lord Godbert... Though it shames me to admit, the expertise necessary to manufacture the Maxalamanderville oil is beyond my limited alchemical knowledge.

Gerolt: Don't look at me. If I could mix magic potions, I'd have grown me hair back long ago.

Godbert: Ohohoho, I am aware it would prove an insurmountable feat for you as well. Which is why I've employed a master alchemist.

Gerolt: Huh. Bloody odd taste in clothes, but at least he's wearing some...

Godbert: Our newest addition to the House Manderville retinue will assist with further augmentations, and oversee the preparation of the oil.
Godbert: He will also be available to readjust your weapons' properties should you but bring him the required quantity of achondrite.
Godbert: This has been a monumental step forward, my friends! Yet one stage remains ere the Manderville weaponry's evolution can be considered complete.

Gerolt: I knew ye was leadin' up to that. Let me guess: we're to sit here in breathless bleedin' anticipation while ye sort out what comes next?

Godbert: Precisely! Preparing the process ''is'' like to be a lengthy endeavor, so I do suggest you continue breathing.
Godbert: The final step is upon us, [Forename]. Pray indulge this ambition of mine one last time.

System: Manderville weapon readjustments are now available from the House Manderville alchemist at the High Crucible of Al-Kimiya.
System: Collect the single required chunk of amplifying achondrite and equip the weapon you wish to readjust before approaching Lord Godbert's ever-patient retainer.
</nowiki>}}
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[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

A Mad Masquerade

2026-04-24T02:08:51Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Limited Time Event Ended
| startdate = October 19, 2022
| enddate = November 1, 2022
| description1 = ''See also'': [[All Saints' Wake (2022)]]
}}
{{Quest infobox
| description = The [[Adventurers' Guild Investigator|Adventurers' Guild investigator]] has the look of a man with a plan. ※This quest is available for a limited time only.
| image = A Mad Masquerade.png
| quest-giver = Adventurers' Guild Investigator
| related-npcs = Adoring Child; Agitated Ahriman; Harlequin Guide; Papa Gruff-esque Investigator; Prudent Gridanian; Pumpkin-headed Apparition; Sprightly Youth; Stout-hearted Husband; Truckling Chap; Unamused Lass; Unsuspecting Lad; Wake Doctor; Well-poised Woman
| location = Old Gridania
| location-x = 10.3
| location-y = 9.1
| type = side
| quest-line = All Saints' Wake (2022)
| journal-section = Other Quests
| journal-category = Seasonal Events Quests
| journal-genre = All Saints' Wake (2022)
| level = 15
| exp =
| gil =
| reward1 = 1 Wake Doctor's Mask
| reward2 = 1 Wake Doctor's White Coat
| reward3 = 1 Wake Doctor's Rubber Gloves
| reward4 = 1 Wake Doctor's Bottoms
| reward5 = 1 Wake Doctor's Shoes
| req-quest =
| req-items = 1 Questionable Cookie
| requirements =
| unlocks = ach Many Faces
| prev-quest =
| next-quest = Be Our Guest, A Spooky Celebration
| patch = 6.2
| release = endwalker
| id-gt = 70191
| id-edb = 95e32d08f56
}}

==Steps==
*Transfigure yourself by drinking one of the alchemical concoctions.
*Spread word of the costume cortege to the townspeople.
*Transfigure yourself by drinking one of the alchemical concoctions.
*Continue to spread word of the costume cortege to the townspeople.
*Wait at the designated location.
*Speak with the [[Wake Doctor|wake doctor]].
*Speak with the wake doctor again.
*Speak with the [[Papa Gruff]]-esque investigator while transfigured as [[Mama Gruff]].
*Report to the [[Adventurers' Guild Investigator|Adventurers' Guild investigator]].

==Journal==
* The Adventurers' Guild investigator has the look of a man with a plan.
** ※This quest is available for a limited time only.

* All Saints' Wake is upon us once more, and as is apparently now custom, the Adventurers' Guild has hired an investigator to keep a close eye on the Continental Circus. In the hopes of supplanting their schemes before they can take root, he plans to sponsor a costume cortege. To promote the event, he bids you drink a potion provided by the Alchemists' Guild to transform yourself into a frightful creature fit for the occasion and speak with the townspeople.
** ※Please note that you will be unable to complete this quest after the seasonal event has ended. For details, please check the Lodestone.

* You imbibe a curious concoction and transform yourself into a delightfully monstrous creature. Thus transfigured, all that remains is to spread word about Gridania of the costume cortege.

* Shock and intrigue are the order of the day as your disguise incites interest in the costume cortege. If the event is to be a success as in previous years, however, yet more people must be made aware of the investigator's event. To that end, you return to Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre to select another potion.

* You imbibe another curious concoction, transforming again into a festive-yet-frightful creature. Once more you set forth to tell people of the planned costume cortege.

* Gridania is abuzz with talk of the costume cortege, meaning your work in disguise is complete. You go to meet with the Adventurers' Guild investigator near the Leatherworkers' Guild, who will surely be glad to hear of your success.

* The Adventurers' Guild investigator is overjoyed to hear so many people are eager to attend the costume cortege, but not for the reasons you suspect. He soon reveals the real investigator has been transformed into a hapless monster, and that he is none other than Papa Gruff, the troublemaking clown. His plans to bring about the Night of Devilry seem to be proceeding apace as he takes his leave of you, but the appearance of a mysterious figure offers you a sliver of hope in the form of a plan.

* The wake doctor means to reveal Papa Gruff's true identity by way of questionable cookies designed to dispel his glamour. To do that, she will disguise you as someone Papa Gruff trusts, allowing you the opportunity to offer him said cookies. After giving it some thought, you settle on the appearance of Mama Gruff.

* Through the power of alchemy, you are transformed into Mama Gruff. With questionable cookies in hand, you make for the riverbank, hopeful you can lower Papa Gruff's guard and convince him to take the wake doctor's bait.
** ※Should the transfiguration fade, speak with the wake doctor to change into Mama Gruff again.

* With an impressive display of both cunning and charm, you convince the disguised Papa Gruff to eat one of the wake doctor's cookies. No sooner does he take a bite than his glamour is dispelled, reverting him to his impish form. Papa Gruff is not deterred by this setback, but the arrival of the wake doctor gives him pause, as he recognizes her as the fabled Great Gourd. Despite Papa Gruff's mischief making, the wake doctor bids you allow the festival to continue as planned, promising to discipline the imp and prevent any further disruptions. The Night of Devilry thus averted, the wake doctor bids you report back to the Adventurers' Guild investigator, and assure him that all will be well.

* With Papa Gruff's plans foiled, and a surplus of curative potions on hand, the investigator can see no reason to cancel the costume cortege. He thanks you for your assistance, and bids you partake in the festivities you labored so tirelessly to defend.

==Dialogue==

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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
PIERROTFATHER: My, what a wondrous surprise it is to see you here this fine autumn {{alternatives|eve|morn|day}}, my adventurer friend! Your assistance proved most essential to my past investigations, which is why I would again seek your aid.
PIERROTFATHER: Why, hello there! You strike me as the goodly sort of adventurer eager to help strangers at a moment's notice, and you couldn't have come at a better time! ...You ''are'' eager to help, aren't you?
PIERROTFATHER: You have my thanks. Now, tell me—does a traveling circus troupe known as the Continental Circus ring a bell?
PIERROTFATHER: Each year, when it comes time for All Saints' Wake, they set up shop here in town, conducting all manner of suspicious activity.
PIERROTFATHER: Though they appear to be ordinary performers, each and every last member is a most vile and despicable voidsent. Under the guise of events and festive merrymaking, they carry out acts both mischievous and malevolent.
PIERROTFATHER: But worry not, for I have a plan. This year, we shall hold an event of our very own, thereby supplanting their modus operandi. A brilliant scheme, would you not agree?
PIERROTFATHER: The main spectacle shall be a costume cortege, but for those without suitable guises, my colleagues at the Alchemists' Guild have devised a most ingenious solution—a special concoction that will temporarily transform any individual into a most ghastly visage!
PIERROTFATHER: That is where you come in. You must transform yourself with our potion and speak with the townspeople to spread word of the event. After giving them a good fright, you will need to dispel the enchantment, thus allaying possible concerns of ill effects from our wondrous brew.
PIERROTFATHER: A thousand thanks! I have prepared a selection of four elixirs for you to choose from atop the benches beside me. Choose the one that suits your fancy, then go forth and spread word of our costume cortege!
PIERROTFATHER: When you've finished, let us rendezvous near the Leatherworkers' Guild. Best of luck!

Question: You will be transfigured into a Continental eye after drinking this concoction. Proceed?
Question: You will be transfigured into a wraith after drinking this concoction. Proceed?
Question: You will be transfigured into a gaelikitten after drinking this concoction. Proceed?
Question: You will be transfigured into a sasquatch after drinking this concoction. Proceed?

System: Your appearance will be changed after drinking the mysterious concoction. After frightening a townsperson in your transfigured state, dispel the enchantment, and inform them of the planned costume cortege.

Question: Drink the concoction again to extend the duration of your transfiguration?

System: You must be in a transfigured state before approaching the townspeople.

CITIZENA104655: Wh-Whoa! Back you fiend, back!

Question: Dispel the enchantment, and inform them of the costume cortege?

CITIZENA104655: H-Hey, now that wasn't very nice! I thought I was done for...
CITIZENA104655: A costume party hosted by the Adventurers' Guild? Well, with a potion like that, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested. Who knew it could be so simple to take on such a delightfully monstrous appearance.

CITIZENA204655: Uwaaah! Don't just stand there, dearest, do something!
CITIZENA204655: Wait, so... You're not a ghost...? Shame on you, I was nearly frightened to tears!
CITIZENA204655: You were able to transform into that abomination by merely drinking a potion? Well, where might I procure a vial? I'd very much like to pay forward this little prank of yours!

CITIZENA304655: Why, if you aren't the most adorable little thing I've ever seen! But where did you come from? Did you get separated from the rest of your litter?
CITIZENA304655: Eek! Who are you, and what have you done with that darling little ball of fur!? ...That was ''you''? Hmph. I refuse to believe you could have been anywhere near so cuddly and cute.
CITIZENA304655: You mean, I too can transform into one of those adorable creatures? Then why am I still talking to you—I have a potion to drink!

CITIZENA404655: Ack! ...Wait, a sasquatch? Strolling through the middle of town?
CITIZENA404655: Oh, thank the heavens! I've not gone mad, then. If you were truly a sasquatch, I very much doubt I would live to tell the tale. Hahaha...hah...
CITIZENA404655: I too can become a sasquatch if I were to participate in this costume cortege? I must admit, the idea of becoming something so hideous is rather unappealing, but I would be lying if I said I'm not intrigued. Perhaps I will give it a try.

System: You have spread word of the costume cortege, but more people must know if the investigator's plan is to succeed. Transfigure yourself once more and continue promoting the event.

Question: You will be transfigured into a Continental eye after drinking this concoction. Proceed?
Question: You will be transfigured into a wraith after drinking this concoction. Proceed?
Question: You will be transfigured into a gaelikitten after drinking this concoction. Proceed?
Question: You will be transfigured into a sasquatch after drinking this concoction. Proceed?

System: Your appearance will be changed after drinking the mysterious concoction. After frightening a townsperson in your transfigured state, dispel the enchantment, and inform them of the planned costume cortege.

CITIZENB104655: What an unsettling glare! Has no one ever told you it is rude to stare!?
CITIZENB104655: Oh my, what a terribly clever disguise! I must say, I did not see that coming.
CITIZENB104655: A costume cortege? And that alchemical concoction will allow us to masquerade as monsters, you say? If I might see how the world looks from the perspective of a voidsent, and one with a singular eye at that, consider my interest piqued.

CITIZENB204655: By the Twelve, a wraith! Run, my love, run! I will fend it off for as long as I can!
CITIZENB204655: M-My word, what is the meaning of this!?
CITIZENB204655: I've heard tell of the upcoming costume cortege, but I didn't realize there might be such frightful fun, actually transforming into monsters. Perhaps we will go after all.

CITIZENB304655: A flying...kitten? Adorable as it is, I hope it's not feral...
CITIZENB304655: Oh my, that was you? Goodness, I've never seen such a thing before.
CITIZENB304655: Ah, so you were promoting a costume event. If I too can take the air as an adorable kitten, I should very much like to attend!

CITIZENB404655: Nophica's teats, what in the world...?
CITIZENB404655: All right {{alternatives|lass|lad}}, you've got some explaining to do. What the hells is going on?
CITIZENB404655: We can transform into creatures with a mere potion? Had I not seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed you. Suppose we can at least give it a try.

System: The townsfolk are abuzz with talk of the costume cortege. Rendezvous with the Adventurers' Guild investigator near the Leatherworkers' Guild and inform him that all is ready.

PIERROTFATHER@Adventurers' Guild Investigator: So very sorry to have kept you waiting. I've been ''gravely'' busy attending to my own preparations...
PIERROTFATHER@Adventurers' Guild Investigator: Tell me, how did you fare? Were the townspeople at all interested in attending the cortege?
PIERROTFATHER@Adventurers' Guild Investigator: My, it sounds like they were simply ''trembling'' with excitement! And to think no small few wished to transfigure themselves—oh, what a joyous occasion!
PIERROTFATHER@Adventurers' Guild Investigator: That they would give themselves so willingly... Why did I never think to take this form before?

Question: What will you say?

> Who are you, really?
> You're creeping me out.
> If this is some kind of joke, Investigator, I'm not laughing.
---

PIERROTFATHER@Adventurers' Guild Investigator: I suppose you've earned an answer for your compliance.
PIERROTFATHER@Adventurers' Guild Investigator: I wasn't fishing for a compliment, but it seems you're giving them out freely!
PIERROTFATHER@Adventurers' Guild Investigator: Joke? Hah! You know me so well!
PIERROTFATHER@???: I really must thank you for being so gullible—I did not realize there was another clown in town!
PIERROTFATHER@???: I really must thank you for being so gullible—I did not realize there was another clown in town!

PIERROTMOTHER@???: Papa Gruff, my darling. It looks like all of your hard work has finally paid off!

PIERROTFATHER: Indeed, my beloved! All proceeds apace. Once I've finished settling matters here, we shall enjoy a magnificent feast!
PIERROTFATHER: Dear oh dear, you appear to be confused. While the effects of the potion I gave you lasted for only a short while, the potion we've brewed for the townsfolk is a touch more...potent.
PIERROTFATHER: With but a single sip, none shall return to their original form!
PIERROTFATHER: We shall harvest the dread that overwhelms their feeble minds when they discover this truth, and use it to summon forth our brethren! Then, we shall have our Night of Devilry at long last!
PIERROTFATHER: The Gruffs will be the envy of all voidsent and live as royalty! All is falling into place, just as I schemed...

System: The creature is motioning at you hysterically. What could it be trying to say?

PIERROTFATHER: Ah yes, the investigator from the Adventurers' Guild. The fool drank our potion with all the concern of a newborn babe. How fitting he will remain just as helpless for the rest of his days.
PIERROTFATHER: Even as we speak, the townsfolk are lining up to be transformed, blissfully unaware of the monstrous fate that awaits them. And we owe it all to you. Indeed, you've done jolly good work this day!

PIERROTMOTHER: Oh my sweet, you've never looked more dashing!
PIERROTMOTHER: Seeing as you have matters here well in hand, I'll return home to our little honeycomb, and ready a feast for my hardworking husband!

PIERROTFATHER: Well then, I'd best be off to finish my preparations. 'Twill be a night to remember...

PUMPKIN@???: You poor, poor thing. A lost child at wit's end. Perhaps I can be of assistance...

System: The creature motions at you frantically. If only there was some way you could help it.

PUMPKIN: Why do you look at me with such mistrustful eyes, dear? Your dubitation is quite misplaced...

Question: What will you say?

> You're in league with Papa Gruff, aren't you!?
> There's something off about you.
---

PUMPKIN: Is this how you always treat newly met strangers? What if I told you I have a remedy to dispel this enchantment?
PUMPKIN: Here, drink this. Given the situation, I do not blame you for being wary of gifts from a stranger, but I will gladly drink it myself should that ease your concern.

INVESTIGATOR04655: I-It worked! You have my thanks...
INVESTIGATOR04655: Oh, my friend! You are truly a sight for sore eyes. <sigh> Never in all my years of service have I been so humiliated.
INVESTIGATOR04655: I knew those fiends would be up to no good. Knew they would take advantage of the season's festivities, as is their wont. Yet for all my vigilance, here I am, their very first victim. Oh, the shame of it all—'tis as a spear piercing my very soul.
INVESTIGATOR04655@???: I-It worked! You have my thanks...
INVESTIGATOR04655: A pleasure to make your acquaintance, though I wish we had met under better circumstances. As our fiendish friend explained amidst his gloating, I'm an investigator working for the Adventurers' Guild.
INVESTIGATOR04655: I knew that red-nosed charlatan would be up to no good. Knew he would take advantage of the season's festivities as he did once before. Yet for all my vigilance, here I am, his very first victim. Oh, the shame of it all—'tis as a spear piercing my very soul.
INVESTIGATOR04655: But thanks to you, I am free of that foul enchantment. I owe you my life, Miss...?

PUMPKIN: I fear you'd sooner forget a name as unremarkable as my own. I am but a passing woman of science.

INVESTIGATOR04655: I see... Ahem, may I assume that you are the selfsame individual who created the remedy?

PUMPKIN: Heh heh heh... You may indeed. 'Tis a remedy which has required no small amount of fine-tuning—a frog tongue here, a rat's tail there—but I will spare you the details. Rest assured, the townsfolk too shall be returned to their original forms with a sufficient dose.
PUMPKIN: As fortune would have it, I made plenty for everyone in case such a tragedy were to befall the city. Now, if you would be so kind as to distribute the remedy to those in need, Investigator?

INVESTIGATOR04655: ...Understood. I know not your motives, but I'll not look a gift chocobo in the beak. This is the best hand we have to play, and I will accept full responsibility for the outcome, whatever it may be.
INVESTIGATOR04655: While I tend to the townspeople, may I entrust you with capturing our crafty clown? Stores of the remedy are like to run dry should they claim too many victims.

PUMPKIN: In that case, I will remain here to assist.

INVESTIGATOR04655: Excellent! Once I've administered the remedy to the afflicted, I shall await you in Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre.

PUMPKIN: It will be no easy feat to apprehend Papa Gruff. I have no doubt he will be expecting you to come after him.
PUMPKIN: That is why I propose you give him a taste of his own medicine with a disguise. Ideally, the guise should be of one dear to him—one whom he would let down his guard around. What's more, I would suggest someone whose appearance you can recall clearly.

Question: What will you say?

> I can remember Mama Gruff's appearance clear as day.
> He would never doubt his dear Little Gruff.
---

PUMPKIN: Heh heh heh, his love and joy...''perfect''. He'd never suspect his dear wife.
PUMPKIN: Oh my, his very own son? While an excellent idea, can you say with certainty you can recall his appearance? If not, the transformation will undoubtedly fail.
PUMPKIN: Ah, you but recently laid eyes on his mistress, did you? Excellent. Then he will never see you coming...heh heh heh.
PUMPKIN: When you're certain his guard is down, give him one of my special cookies. I've baked in an ingredient that will return him to his natural demonic form.
PUMPKIN: Though I wish I could do more to help, I am little more than a simple doctor. An adventurer of your obvious talents is far better suited—and accustomed—to such risky undertakings.
PUMPKIN: When you are ready, I shall provide you with a dose of my own transformative mixture.
PUMPKIN: It shan't be hard to locate Papa Gruff. Knowing he prepares for the Night of Devilry, I suspect he will be waiting for more voidsent to gather.
PUMPKIN: As such, he is most likely hiding in the vicinity of the riverbank, out of sight and out of mind. He will no doubt have returned to his guise as the Adventurers' Guild investigator, so as not to arouse suspicion.
PUMPKIN: Now, recall an image of his beloved in your mind's eye, and I shall weave it into reality with the power of alchemy.

Question: The Wake doctor will transfigure you into Mama Gruff. Proceed?

PUMPKIN: Remember: once you've found Papa Gruff, use whatever guile you can muster to trick him, then offer him my special treat.

System: You will be transfigured into Mama Gruff. You must remain transfigured in order to progress with quest objectives.
System: Speak with the Wake doctor to restore or prolong the transfiguration.

PUMPKIN: Heh heh heh...I see the transfiguration has faded. We can't have that. Now, recall an image of Papa Gruff's beloved in your mind's eye, and I shall weave it into reality with the power of alchemy.
PUMPKIN: Remember: once you've found Papa Gruff, use whatever guile you can muster to trick him, then offer him my special treat.

System: You will be transfigured into Mama Gruff. You must remain transfigured in order to progress with quest objectives.
System: Speak with the Wake doctor to restore or prolong the transfiguration.
System: Papa Gruff is certain to flee should you approach him as you are. Speak with the Wake doctor to disguise yourself as Mama Gruff and proceed with the quest.

PIERROTFATHER@Papa Gruff-esque Investigator: Oh, my sweet snurbleberry! I thought you had returned home. Is aught amiss?

Question: Converse with Papa Gruff and persuade him to eat the Wake doctor's special cookie?

PIERROTFATHER@Papa Gruff-esque Investigator: Don't tell me...is it because I didn't return your good-bye kiss? You ''know'' I'm easily flustered! Besides, my love, our plans would be in tatters should a passerby catch us sharing an intimate moment!

Question: What will you say?

> Why, I merely wanted to make sure you were safe and sound, dearest!
> I was worried, and wished to be certain all is proceeding apace.
> I know you've been up to no good, mister!
---

PIERROTFATHER@Papa Gruff-esque Investigator: Erm... You're not quite sounding yourself, dear. Is something the matter?
PIERROTFATHER@Papa Gruff-esque Investigator: You came all this way because you were worried about me? <sniff> Oh, I am not worthy of such a caring succubus!
PIERROTFATHER@Papa Gruff-esque Investigator: Wh-What are you saying, my love! I am in the midst of preparing for the Night of Devilry—now is ''not'' the time to be joking around! We can have our fun later...
PIERROTFATHER@Papa Gruff-esque Investigator: But fear not, your beloved has everything under control. Thanks to that wide-eyed adventurer, the fools are drinking our concoction in droves!

Question: What will you say?

> Enough with the act, you're not fooling anyone with that performance.
> You'd better not be lying, ''darling''.
> You must have worked up an appetite with all this scheming.
---

PIERROTFATHER@Papa Gruff-esque Investigator: Surely, my acting cannot be all that bad. I'll have you know I shadowed the investigator relentlessly, day in and day out without a moment's rest...
PIERROTFATHER@Papa Gruff-esque Investigator: B-Believe me, there is naught to be concerned about! I must say, you are rather intimidating today...
PIERROTFATHER@Papa Gruff-esque Investigator: You always know just what I need! But moments ago, I was thinking what I wouldn't give for a snack. I knew you were cunning, but if I didn't know better, I would say you're a mind reader as well.

Question: What will you say?

> Oh stop it, you'll make me blush. For you, darling, I baked up a delicious batch of cookies. Here, have a bite!
> I hope you're hungry for ripe souls!
---

PIERROTFATHER@Papa Gruff-esque Investigator: Cookies, my favorite! Well then, don't mind if I do!
PIERROTFATHER@Papa Gruff-esque Investigator: Oh, there you go teasing me again! Why, of course I'm hungry for delectable souls—and you know as well as I that we shall soon have more than our fill of them...
PIERROTFATHER@Papa Gruff-esque Investigator: Goodness, it smells delicious. Oh, how I love a treat from my sweet...
PIERROTFATHER@Papa Gruff-esque Investigator: ...Hrm? What is this?
PIERROTFATHER@Papa Gruff: Wh-Wh-What is the meaning of this!?
PIERROTFATHER: Why you conniving little... You may have put a damper on my plans, but all is not lost! Yes, if I start again now, all can be ready in time for supper...

PUMPKIN@???: Heh heh heh...surely, you jest...
PUMPKIN@Wake Doctor: All Saints' Wake is meant for all to partake in and enjoy.

PIERROTFATHER: Y-You! It cannot be! Th-The Great Gourd of legend herself...

PUMPKIN: You poor, misguided soul. Gone are days when you might wreak havoc as you please. This truth I will drill into your head, slowly and meticulously, until there is naught else you can think of.
PUMPKIN: Have I frightened you, child? Forgive me. Such was not my intention...
PUMPKIN: I wish only for man and monster to enjoy the revelry of All Saints' Wake in equal measure, nothing more.
PUMPKIN: For a mercy, his mischief making was brought to a halt, thanks in no small part to your efforts. But if the day's festivities are to be canceled, despite all we have done, the townspeople would still suffer for his transgressions.
PUMPKIN: He has caused much grief, and I will punish him accordingly. So I ask that you place your faith in me, and allow the festival to continue as planned. There will be no further disruptions. You have my word.

Question: What will you say?

> I trust you.
> I'll stay on the lookout, if it's all the same to you.
---

PUMPKIN: Heh heh heh... You have my gratitude...
PUMPKIN: Perhaps you should apprise the real Adventurers' Guild investigator of the present situation. He said he would await you at Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre, as I recall.
PUMPKIN: Once you have done so, come and speak with me. There is somewhere I would like to take you, by way of recompense for the trouble this ill-mannered child has caused.
PUMPKIN: Until then... Heh heh heh...
PUMPKIN: The investigator awaits your report. Pray speak with him.

PIERROTFAMILYSERVANT04655: Hello, {{alternatives|madam|sir}}! I hope you are having a most pleasant and peculiar All Saints' Wake!

INVESTIGATOR04655: Ah, there you are! You'll be relieved to hear I've finished administering the remedy to all the afflicted.
INVESTIGATOR04655: But tell me, how did matters fare on your end?
INVESTIGATOR04655: So, the fiend has been reverted to his true impish form? I see... Well, eccentric though she may be, if the doctor claims she can keep him on a leash, I believe her.
INVESTIGATOR04655: And with a surplus of curative potions, I can see no reason why the costume cortege should not continue. I will, of course, remain vigilant for other disturbances.
INVESTIGATOR04655: Your assistance has truly been invaluable, my friend. With this trouble now behind us, I trust you will take at least a moment's respite. Why not spend it donning the guise of monstrous and mischievous creatures?
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A Fish a Day

2026-04-24T02:08:43Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = A Fish a Day
| description = Kalika is eager to share news of recent developments.
| image =
| quest-giver = Kalika
| related-npcs = J'jhimei; Matsya; Pasasun; Whasbyrm; Zozone
| location = Thavnair
| location-x = 24.6
| location-y = 37.1
| type = side
| quest-line = Variant Dungeons Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Records of Unusual Endeavors Quests
| journal-genre = Variant Dungeons Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| requirements = {{i|Aloalo Island}}, Note 12 from Aloalo Island
| req-items =
| exp = 0
| gil = 829
| reward1 = 3 Coconut Cod Chowder
| unlocks = ach Aloalo's Greatest Gift, ngp Aloalo Island (New Game+)
| prev-quest = Stranger from Paradise
| next-quest =
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.51
| id-gt = 70326
| id-edb = 3b03f28fe7d
}}
==Steps==
*Wait at the specified location.

*Speak with Kalika.

==Journal==
*Kalika is eager to share news of recent developments.

==Dialogue==

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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Kalika: [Forename], good tidings! We have uncovered the true nature of the fish Master Matsya brought back from the shrine on Aloalo!
Kalika: Though having said “we,” I must admit that Pasasun deserves the lion's share of the credit. But he would ''never'' have been in a position to do so had I not risked life and limb to set these events in motion!
Kalika: Anyway, he unearthed an ancient document which makes mention of the fish, and for this accomplishment we are now better informed.

Pasasun: Oh, do my ears deceive me? Praise from the beak of the exalted Kalika? I'm surprised you even remembered my name.

Kalika: I give thanks when it is due! But this is all beside the point. Upon learning of this fish's properties, Master Matsya realized that one other than Mistress Nidhana has greater need of it.
Kalika: Moreover, he desires that you be there for the presentation. And since fate has placed you before us, what better time to hand over the fish than this very moment?
Kalika: I shall inform Master Matsya of your arrival. Await us at Palaka's Stand, [Forename].
Kalika: As a servant of the Speaker, I am well versed in matters of etiquette. To those who have aided me I afford an appropriate measure of respect—nothing more, nothing less.
Kalika: In any event, we have more pressing affairs. Go to Palaka's Stand and wait for us there, [Forename]!

Pasasun: I've grown accustomed to Kalika's barbs. There's an odd charm about them, even. Still, it warms my heart to hear him speak sincere praise.

Matsya: Thank you for meeting us, [Forename]! I apologize for making you wait, but we had good reason...
Matsya: These three were lying in wait for us on the road. Couldn't let bygones be bygones, it seems. Fortunately, the Radiant Host intervened before anyone came to harm.

Zozone: Oooooow!
Zozone: I said, “Oooooow!”
Zozone: Wait...you were the one what fought that massive statue!
Zozone: We swooped in to snatch the jewel after you took your leave, but then the bleedin' bugger got up and attacked! All 'cause you hadn't finished the job!

J'jhimei: But you sure didn't pull your punches when you trounced our poor minion, did you? Do you know how long Whasbyrm spent with his nose buried in dusty tomes just so he could learn how to control it? So much wasted effort...

Whasbyrm: Sorry for all the trouble... There were writings in the ruins that detailed rituals. Incredibly complex magicks unlike anything I'd ever seen...and my curiosity got the better of me.

ARMY04790: Keep walking! I don't want to hear another word out of you lot until we reach the capital.

Kalika: Well, whatever punishment is to be meted out, it will be well deserved! The Speaker must have sensed their ill intent and rose to defend the jewel.

Question: What will you say?

> Do you know anything else about the Speaker?
> What's so special about that jewel?
---

Kalika: I am afraid I know little more than you. Though I am sworn to serve, the Speaker does not deign to share with me its secrets.
Kalika: I can tell you only of legends passed down through generations. Of biting frost that turned seas to ice, which drove the Speaker's makers to go forth in search of a haven where light shone bright.
Kalika: Those who came long after found Aloalo, where life had weathered the ancient rime. At the island's heart was the Speaker, its jewel flawless and radiant.
Kalika: 'Twas a wellspring of vitality, they believed, and all who settled upon Aloalo came to revere the ancient builders and their enduring legacy.
Kalika: Under the Speaker's auspices, the people of Aloalo lived in peace for thousands of years, until the day flame and ash rose from the water and forced them to flee.

Matsya: Just how old are you, Kalika? You speak of eras so ancient that they are as myth to us.

Kalika: Your guess is as good as mine, Master Matsya! I remember well when the island was bustling and vibrant, its inhabitants dedicated to esoteric equations and other cultural pursuits. Some even attempted to unravel the mysteries of the Speaker and its jewel.
Kalika: I was born in the great shrine, this much I know. When the people found me, I spoke to them in their own tongue—they were beside themselves in disbelief! Thus was I deemed the Speaker's servant.
Kalika: Why can I speak? Well, having given it much thought, I can only surmise that the jewel is the reason. But enough about me, Master Matsya. Tell [Forename] what we learned of the fish you plucked from the shrine's waters.

Matsya: Kalika told me that the fish from the shrine were given to the island's younglings to help them grow hale and hearty. At first, I was unsure if that was merely a custom, or if there was actually something special about them.
Matsya: Pasasun found the answer. He unearthed ancient records detailing the fish's medicinal properties—namely, its ability to bolster the body's defenses against all manner of illness.
Matsya: When I heard this, I knew that as much as I wanted to deliver a gift to Nidhana, there was another in far greater need.
Matsya: I speak of the child we rescued during the Final Days. Vaazti, daughter of Qerasaf and Mehvan.
Matsya: Long had I wanted to gift the child one of my catches, but young stomachs are sensitive. This, however, is exactly what she needs.
Matsya: Without you watching over me, I would never have been able to venture so deep into the island's heart.
Matsya: So allow me to thank you once again for answering our plea, [Forename]!
Matsya: And now I must deliver Vaazti's meal. I've made a dish fit for a child's delicate constitution, and I'd best hurry before it gets cold.

Kalika: Of course, I owe you my thanks as well, but I will save them until after the child has been fed. We shall speak again in Yedlihmad.
Kalika: There you are, [Forename]!
Kalika: You will be pleased to know that Vaazti quite enjoyed Master Matsya's dish. I can think of no better note on which to end the day!
Kalika: Ahem. On behalf of all peoples of Aloalo, past, present, and future, I commend your bravery! The island's fortunes are bright, and Master Matsya is in high spirits!
Kalika: No matter the era or the culture, I believe it is customary to give gifts to those to whom you are indebted. Rest assured I do not intend to shirk this custom!
Kalika: There were more than enough fish left over to prepare another fine meal. And so, with Pasasun to handle the more laborious tasks, together we did just that.
Kalika: 'Tis a local favorite quite similar to a traditional delicacy of Aloalo. May it give you a new appreciation for the island cultures of these fair seas. From our homes to your lips!
</nowiki>}}
==Video Archive==
{{quest video archive|id=lQIgizlcaMo}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

Wrought in Wachumeqimeqi

2026-04-24T02:02:17Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = Wrought in Wachumeqimeqi
| description = Ropli hopes you are the artisan he's been looking for.
| image =
| quest-giver = Ropli
| related-npcs = Xeerol Ja
| location = Tuliyollal
| location-x = 16.1
| location-y = 11.1
| type = feature
| quest-line = Wachumeqimeqi Quests
| journal-section = Class & Job Quests
| journal-category = Wachumeqimeqi Quests
| journal-genre =
| level = 90
| req-quest = The Feat of Pots, Inscrutable Tastes
| req-items =
| requirements =
| exp = 248,640
| gil = 656
| mettle =
| reward(1-10) =
| overridereward(1-10) =
| reward-opt(1-8) =
| overridereward-opt(1-8) =
| unlocks = ot Wachumeqimeqi Deliveries, ngp Crafter / Gatherer Quests (Dawntrail): Prologue
| prev-quest =
| next-quest = Your Friendly Neighborhood Metalworker, Pameka, the Scrivener, Blame It on My Juice, Hands for Hire, Fishmonger Blues
| patch = 7.0
| release = dawntrail
| id-gt = 70502
| id-edb = 36ee812b218
}}

==Steps==
* Speak with [[Ropli]].

==Journal==
* Ropli hopes you are the artisan he's been looking for.

* Thrilled to discover you are a skilled artisan, Ropli explains that a number of the shops in Wachumeqimeqi have been experiencing issues both large and small, and could use an extra set of talented hands.

* Ropli gives you a brief introduction to the shopkeepers of Wachumeqimeqi in need of assistance. Each individual appears to be facing their own unique set of issues, and which one you choose to help is at your discretion.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
System: In order to undertake this quest, you must first complete the sidequest “Inscrutable Tastes.”

Ropli: Well, if it isn't [Forename]! Forgive me, but I couldn't help but notice the tools you're carrying on your person. You wouldn't happen to be a skilled trades{{alternatives|woman|man}} would you?
Ropli: As I mentioned when you visited alongside the Third Promise, Wachumeqimeqi is in dire need of skilled artisans like Fonjeantaine.
Ropli: A number of our shops are beset with problems large and small, you see, and having the assistance of one such as you would be most welcome.
Ropli: Of course, a service rendered is a service paid for, and we've plenty of scrips with which we can fill your pockets. Procuring supplies from the open seas has brought no small number into my possession, and I understand the currency is also used extensively across the salt.
Ropli: With that said, I'd like to first introduce you to the folks you'll be working with. You needn't decide right away, of course. Take your time to consider my offer, and come speak with me again once you've made up your mind.
Ropli: Come to take up my offer, I see. Just one last thing before we go.
Ropli: In the language of my people, “Wachumeqimeqi” means “house of countless beads.” I see the market as a home where folks of all kinds may come, connect, and carve out a niche for themselves. Please bear this in mind, as you may encounter things to which you're not accustomed.
Ropli: Ahem. Now then, off we go!
Ropli: Good, that's nearly everyone. I thought it best if they were aware of who you are before you show up on their doorstep offering your services.
Ropli: Let's go in order, shall we? Starting with XRral Soj Metalwares, Rral Soj deals in all things metal, particularly when it comes to daily necessities. Unfortunately, she's been recently confronted with an issue that's put her very reputation at stake. She seeks a metalworker that understands the importance of punctuality.
Ropli: Next, we have Epistles by Pameka, whose eponymous owner pens official documents, transcribes letters for those who cannot do so themselves, and more. She's presently in need of one skilled in treating parchment, textiles, leather, and the like.
Ropli: Xeerol Ja Juicecraft serves some of the most unique beverages I daresay one will ever encounter—it's just a shame no one's lining up to drink them. If you've any expertise with the culinary arts or alchemy, I would love for you to assist her in revitalizing her shop.
Ropli: Fish Fancies Donuhanu is a bit of an...eccentric establishment. You see, Donuhanu deals in fish that ''he'' fancies. Unfortunately for him, his tastes are a touch too unconventional for your average customer, and he's anxious sales may not pick up.
Ropli: As for Shunye's Apothecary, I regret to say that its owner was unable to spare even a moment for introductions.
Ropli: That said, if you fancy yourself a miner or gatherer, you'll undoubtedly find his wares of great interest—Shunye deals in all sorts of curious flora and minerals, you see. Alas, his sole employee appears to be in poor shape, and I grow more worried about the store by the day.
Ropli: I believe that covers everything, more or less.
Ropli: It is my wish that both customers and shop owners feel mutual satisfaction with their transactions in the market, that this house of countless beads may shine more brilliantly than ever.
Ropli: With your help, I believe that wish will come true. I look forward to seeing what you accomplish, [Forename].

System: You may now undertake Wachumeqimeqi Deliveries! Seek out shopkeepers in need of aid, and lend them a helping hand to make the markets a brighter place, one store at a time.
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

Where Worries Melt Away

2026-04-24T02:02:16Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = Where Worries Melt Away
| description = The curious courier's persistent beeping has a ring of finality to it.
| image = where worries melt away.png
| quest-giver = Curious Courier
| related-npcs = Cheerful Soldier; Enthusiastic Soldier; Jullus; Proud Soldier; Tataru
| location = Unnamed Island
| location-x = 12.4
| location-y = 28.7
| type = side
| quest-line = Island Sanctuary Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Records of Unusual Endeavors Quests
| journal-genre = Island Sanctuary Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 1
| req-quest = Growing Light
| requirements =
| req-items = 3 Tropical Attire
| exp = 0
| gil = 113
| reward1 = 6 HQ Garlean Cheese
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = The Sweetest Thing
| next-quest =
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.55
| id-gt = 70330
| id-edb = fd730fcd784
}}

==Steps==
* Wait at the designated location.
* Speak with [[Tataru]].
* Deliver a bundle of tropical attire to the [[Enthusiastic Soldier|enthusiastic soldier]].
* Deliver two bundles of tropical attire to [[Jullus]].
* Speak with Tataru.
* Speak with Jullus.

==Journal==
* The curious courier's persistent beeping has a ring of finality to it.
* The curious courier informs you that Tataru's final group of guests will soon make landfall. You follow the familiar path down to the western inlet and wonder who will arrive.
* Tataru is joined by none other than Jullus and a group of fellow Ist Legion soldiers, nigh unrecognizable in their civilian attire. She explains that Emmanellain and Sicard were adamant they travel to your island for a reprieve from the grueling efforts of rebuilding their homeland. Yet, despite finding themselves in a veritable paradise, Jullus and his comrades seem uncertain how best to proceed. Suspecting that typical vacation activities may feel less intuitive to your friends from the frozen north, Tataru breaks the ice by suggesting cooperation with the island's industrious mammets instead. The Garleans eagerly offer up their willing hands and agricultural expertise, and you all head off towards the hideaway.
* Your guests have dispersed, but Tataru realizes she forgot to distribute a most important gift: garments fit for tropical climes. Determined to see them delivered, she asks that you take her handpicked outfits to Jullus, his taciturn friend, and the Garlean who expressed an interest in logging.
* Happily, the recipients of your gifts hadn't wandered too far. Duty fulfilled, you turn back to meet Tataru where you left her in the central area of your hideaway.
* Night falls, and you sit before the blazing bonfire with your guests, singing and drinking in a rare evening of revelry. Jullus gazes at the dancing flames, deep in thought. He recalls to you the events that led to this moment, from the civil ware which fueled Anima's summoning to the unlikely friendships forged with the twins, Varhsahn, and Zero. And endless string of endings, he muses, as inexorable as time itself. Yet in loss coms gain, and from yesterday comes the home of tomorrow...
* The Garleans thank you for hosting them, their faces glowing and refreshed. Eager to repay your generosity, Jullus promises to extend his own invitation to you once their nation has better recovered, and your guests excuse themselves to the skiff. Before she joins them, Tataru confided that she has relished the time spent on your isle alongside so many comrades from around the star. With no further plans to intrude with visitors, she bids you enjoy your idyllic island life to the fullest.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
OPERATORMAMMET: Contact! Contact from Mistress Tataru!
OPERATORMAMMET: She sends word that she is presently on her way with the final group of visitors!
OPERATORMAMMET: Whoever they are, I've no doubt they shall find our sanctuary more than satisfactory; having been so honored by the Admiral practically guarantees it! Now, pray make for the western inlet. ...With haste, with haste!
OPERATORMAMMET: I'm filled with pride each time I remember that we officially represent the pinnacle of island development. Though we couldn't work to build a new home on distant stars, I am full glad we could build one here!

Tataru: Sorry to have kept you waiting, [Forename]!

Jullus: Forgive our intrusion. Jullus pyr Norbanus, reporting for...recreation.
Jullus: I thought it best we not arrive in uniform, but these are my comrades of the Ist Legion.
Jullus: They have been laboring daily to ensure the Garlean community's needs are met.
Jullus: Tataru's invitation came as a surprise to all of us, but... Well, do you remember how we insisted the twins take proper leave from their duties in Garlemald?
Jullus: They informed the Ilsabard contingent of their impending departure, of course, and apparently the news traveled fast...

Tataru: Specifically to Emmanellain and Sicard! According to Lucia, they were ''uncommonly'' allied in their insistence that our Garlean comrades needed a vacation above anyone.
Tataru: Knowing full well the relaxation to be found on your island, they wasted no time in hatching a plan to ensure the Garlean community's most indefatigable workers benefited from such pleasurable environs.
Tataru: Thus, we lured out Jullus and his contingent...
Tataru: ...and by Emmanellain's airship, Sicard's swiftest vessel, and my wee little rowboat, delivered our fine guests to your lovely island!

Jullus: We had our reservations at first but could not in good conscience refuse such a generous offer.
Jullus: So here we are. Vacationing.

Tataru: That's the spirit!
Tataru: Now, what would you like to do? Lounge on the beach? Soak in the greenery? Tour the island's landmarks?

Jullus: ...What do you think?

Question: What will you say?

> Why not go for a swim?
> Let's catch bugs.
> How about a stroll through the wilds?
---

Jullus: Of course. We all learned to swim during military training.
Jullus: However, as this is our first time in an ocean, I'd prefer to remain within reasonable distance to the shore. How long and far would be sufficient?
Jullus: Right!
Jullus: ...Catch them and do what, exactly?
Jullus: Not a bad idea. From the looks of it, this island's wilderness seems plentiful enough to get lost in.
Jullus: Mountains, forests, and no doubt rivers—I can think of no better place to undergo survival training.

Tataru: For all his willingness to humor us, something tells me he's not a practiced vacationer.
Tataru: ...How about we pay a visit to [Forename]'s mammets? You can see the sort of work they get up to and even try your hand at some of their tasks, if you so choose!

GARLEANSOLDIERA04794: Do you keep crops on this island? The art of cultivation has been passed down in my family for generations, so I would be happy to tend to the fields!

GARLEANSOLDIERB04794: I have some experience in caring for animals! My mother and father were once farmhands, and I have fond memories of learning the trade.

GARLEANSOLDIERC04794: My family once made good business in forestry—from logging to splitting firewood, I'm your man.

Jullus: We Garleans are an agricultural people first and foremost.
Jullus: Even after we were driven north, we found arable land and nurtured fields with enough crop to spare for livestock.
Jullus: What's more, before ceruleum and iron, we relied upon lumber to build our houses and heat our hearths.
Jullus: Until my parents and grandparents' time, most of us led simple lives in simple homes, not unlike those you found abandoned in Lapis Manalis.

Tataru: Is that so? I must say, I hadn't anticipated such an enthusiasm for agriculture, but I'm glad to hear it!
Tataru: It seems your island is in good hands. Shall we head for the hideaway?
Tataru: Then, allow me to lead the way!
Tataru: The mammets have escorted our guests to their respective areas of interest—everyone seemed eager to get started!
Tataru: I hope they find it to be a good change of pace. Compared to the Garlemald of recent times, this tropical paradise offers far more in the way of—
Tataru: Ack! I forgot about my tropical gifts!
Tataru: I prepared some garments for Jullus and the others, but entirely forgot to present them once we arrived.
Tataru: We can still catch up to them, though! You'll help me deliver them, won't you?
Tataru: I'll give you the outfits for Jullus, his quiet friend, and that strapping lad with a love of lumber. You can leave the others to me!
Tataru: Let's meet back here afterwards!

GARLEANSOLDIERC04794: Ah, hello there! I was just on my way to gather some wood with this mammet.
GARLEANSOLDIERC04794: Tropical attire? For me? You and the young miss are most generous hosts.
GARLEANSOLDIERC04794: I shall look forward to changing into this upon my return!
GARLEANSOLDIERC04794: For now, the wilds call. If training under Lord Quintus all those years left me with anything, it is a confidence to overcome any hardship—I daresay felling a few trees will prove relaxing in comparison!

Jullus: Oh, [Forename]—we were just talking about you. Is it true you built all this from nothing?
Jullus: As someone who was raised in the capital and joined the military directly after graduation, I'm not possessed of the same skills as others in my contingent. I find your work here truly impressive.
Jullus: I wasn't even sure what jobs were ''available'' on an island like this, so I've been having this mammet explain your operation here as we tour the facilities.
Jullus: Garments? I thought my civilian attire suitable for such recreational ventures, but perhaps not...
Jullus: Still, this is unbelievably light. Quite the far cry from our hefty uniforms.
Jullus: We'll find somewhere to change. Extend Tataru our thanks, will you?
Jullus: Here, Manius.
Jullus: ...Have you and [Forename] been properly introduced?

COLLEAGUESOLDIER@Manius: Aye, we had occasion to speak some time ago.
COLLEAGUESOLDIER@Manius: At Victors' Spoils, as I recall. Though you were trailing a tiny chocobo at the time—not to mention that spiderlike communicator.
COLLEAGUESOLDIER@Manius: Never seen a more curious piece of magitek. There I am graveside, and it starts spouting philosophical queries at me.

Jullus: A tiny chocobo and philosophical magitek...? You sure you weren't dreaming?

COLLEAGUESOLDIER@Manius: Of course I wasn't ''dreaming''! I'm not like ''some'' of us who drift off during lecture and start loudly scolding our kid siblings in our sleep!

Jullus: I-It was one time! Let me live it down already!

COLLEAGUESOLDIER@Manius: Ha! If ''I'' don't keep your elite arse humble, who will? You're stuck with me, Jullus.

Jullus: Curse that Manius... Just so you know, I wasn't used to my training yet and I only meant to close my eyes for a moment...
Jullus: A-Anyway, we'll get changed after finishing our tour of the hideaway, so feel free to continue your rounds.
Jullus: I hear that Tataru runs a boutique in Sharlayan that deals in equipment. Feels a little intimidating to know she handpicked these herself.
Jullus: You don't think it'll be something...complicated, do you? Sometimes Eorzean fashion sense can be a bit too, er...''innovative'' for my tastes.

Tataru: <huff> <huff> ...I managed to catch up to the others.
Tataru: How did you fare?
Tataru: Wonderful! With their new tropical wear, hopefully their stay will be all the more comfortable!
Tataru: Now then, while our guests enjoy their activities, we should make preparations for a meal.
Tataru: Working outside in the fresh air is bound to whet the appetite, don't you think? We could have a wonderful little party on the beach when they return!

Jullus: ...It's strange, you know.
Jullus: To be here, now, like this. After so much has happened.
Jullus: First, the death of Emperor Solus. Then Emperor Varis was assassinated, and life as we knew it was pushed straight into the abyss.
Jullus: How blind we were, and how heavy a price we paid for it.
Jullus: In our ignorance, we fed the fires of conflict that gave rise to Anima and lost everything we held dear. Our friends...our families.
Jullus: The Ilsabard contingent arrived in the midst of that chaos to save us from ourselves, but the damage was already done. Countless were tempered that night—myself included.
Jullus: Yet, that wasn't the end. You and your allies found a cure, and roused us from that waking nightmare.
Jullus: ...Into another. A scorching sky. Our star being ravaged by the Final Days.
Jullus: What was left after such calamity?
Jullus: A mountain of problems, heaped like the rubble of our capital. We didn't even know where to start picking up the pieces.
Jullus: And then along came Alphinaud and Alisaie. The Hannish satrap.
Jullus: ...And Zero, of course.
Jullus: She came, befriended us, and then left as suddenly as she arrived.
Jullus: ...That's how life is, isn't it? One unpredictable thing after the next, time passing in an inexorable flow.
Jullus: And it is through the ups and downs of each passing day that I finally realized something. Honestly, it's so obvious, I could laugh.
Jullus: Every beginning has an end. We are destined to experience loss. All of us.
Jullus: Yet, it is the culmination of these endings that builds a future.

Tataru: Goodness, even I got caught up in the festivities! Who would have guessed we'd one day be drinking and singing the night away with Garlean comrades?

Jullus: We finished reporting our progress to your mammets and indicated where they might easily resume the tasks we were entrusted.
Jullus: ...This was just what we needed. Thank you.
Jullus: I've no doubt that remembering our stay here will make even the coldest nights seem a little warmer.
Jullus: I'd hoped to express our thanks in a more material manner, but seeing as we're still reliant upon the goodwill of other nations, I'm afraid the labor we provided is the most we can offer.

Tataru: From what the mammets tell me, your workmanship was exemplary. We should be thanking ''you''!

Jullus: I'm glad to hear it! The mammets were likewise generous with their expertise, so please extend them our gratitude.
Jullus: We'll put all we learned here to good use back home—and once Garlemald has regained her footing, I'll extend ''you'' an invitation.
Jullus: ...In the summer, I think. When the wind sweeps across the meadows to the snowcapped mountains beyond.
Jullus: After seeing your beautiful isle, I have a strong feeling you'll like it.

Question: What will you say?

> I look forward to it!
> I only hope that day comes soon...
---

Jullus: As do we. And now that we're refreshed, we'll work doubly hard to see that day come to pass.
Jullus: Slowly but surely, we'll get there—after all, we're refreshed and ready to resume our work.
Jullus: Until we meet again, [Forename]. Take care.

Tataru: If you're all ready to go, pray wait for me by the skiff! Rest assured that Tataru's wee little rowboat shall see you safely and comfortably to your connecting vessel!
Tataru: With this, I officially have no more guests to bring you!
Tataru: Thinking back, we made wonderful memories here, didn't we? With friends both old and new, near and far...
Tataru: While I am glad the island sanctuary initiative succeeded, far more precious to me is the time we spent here together.
Tataru: How about you, [Forename]? Did you enjoy the change of pace?
Tataru: Nothing would make me happier if you did. No matter where adventure leads, may your hideaway here continue to serve you for summers and summers to come!
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

The Sweetest Thing

2026-04-24T02:02:15Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = The Sweetest Thing
| description = The sound of the curious courier beeping can mean only one thing.
| image = the sweetest thing1.png
| quest-giver = Curious Courier
| related-npcs = Attentive Assister; Bloewyda; Puddingway; Tataru; Tidy Tinkerer; Wilfsunn
| location = Unnamed Island
| location-x = 12.4
| location-y = 28.7
| type = side
| quest-line = Island Sanctuary Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Records of Unusual Endeavors Quests
| journal-genre = Island Sanctuary Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 1
| requirements =
| req-items =
| exp = 0
| gil = 123
| reward1 = 1 Recreationisle Shirt
| reward2 = 1 Recreationisle Dive Watch
| reward3 = 1 Recreationisle Halfslops
| reward4 = 1 Recreationisle Shoes
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = An Ideal Marriage
| next-quest = Where Worries Melt Away
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.5
| id-gt = 70329
| id-edb = 4bf12427ba1
}}
==Steps==
*Await [[Tataru]]'s arrival at the designated location.
*Speak with [[Wilfsunn]].
*Speak with [[Bloewyda]].
*Speak with the [[Tidy Tinkerer|tidy tinkerer]].
*Pick up the crate of materials.
*Place the crate of materials at the designated location.
*Speak with the tidy tinkerer.
*Pick up the crate of materials.
*Place the crate of materials at the designated location.
*Wait at the designated location.
*Speak with Bloewyda.

==Journal==
*The sound of the curious courier beeping can mean only one thing.

*As predicted, the curious courier has received tidings that Tataru is on her way with a pair of guests. What you did not predict, however, is that she would also have something important to tell you. Suddenly feeling rather curious yourself, you make your way to the western inlet.

*Despite being accustomed to Tataru's unexpected guests, you feel more surprise than usual to see Wilfsunn and Bloewyda, parents of the late Moenbryda, step out of the skiff in their finest tropical wear. After explaining the circumstances of their visit, Bloewyda requests a tour of the isle, and you are all too willing to oblige her.

*As Wilfsunn and Bloewyda praise your Home Sweet Hideaway, Tataru remembers her important announcement─but is thwarted by the sudden arrival of Puddingway. He explains that he snuck into Wilfsunn and Bloewyda's luggage after overhearing their conversation about the Cieldalaes and convincing himself of the existence of unique and exotic pudding. Much to the Loporrit's dismay, there is none to be found upon the island─but Bloewyda may have just the recipe to satisfy his appetite.

*Dividing the group into two parties─one to gather the ingredients and the other to prepare the cooking utensils─Bloewyda bids you and Wilfsunn perform the latter. To start, you are to visit the mammet waiting atop the hill to receive the requisite materials.

*Introducing itself as the tidy tinkerer, the orderly mammet presents you with two large crates of materials. Owing to their size, it is clear you will need to make two trips to safely deliver everything.

*You have picked up one of the crates of materials. See that it is delivered to Wilfsunn at the western inlet within the allotted time.

*Having made your first delivery, you must now wind your way back to the tidy tinkerer to retrieve the final crate of materials.

*You find the tidy tinkerer collapsed on the ground, evidently having been accosted by a stray chicken. The mammet implores you to take the second crate while it keeps the depraved bird distracted.

*You have picked up the second crate of materials. See that it is delivered to Wilfsunn at the western inlet within the allotted time.

*With both crates now delivered, Wilfsunn thanks you for your efforts and suggests that you take a moment to rest while he and the mammets get to work. You gaze upon the soothing tides, reminiscing upon the long days you have spent nurturing your island into the sanctuary it is today.

*Bloewyda and the others return with ingredients for the pudding and set about the delicious task before them. After the concoction is placed in the pot to steam, Tataru finally makes her announcement: in honor of your achievements as an islekeep, you have been bestowed with an official award of excellence by Admiral Merlwyb. How serendipitous, in retrospect, that Puddingway's arrival would inspire this now celebratory feast of pudding!

*Satisfied by the full bellies of all, Wilfsunn and Bloewyda prepare to take their leave, spirits duly lifted. Puddingway in turn expresses high hopes for the future of the southern isles, somehow confident that the archipelago will one day become the universe's predominate source of pudding. As the others depart for the skiff, Tataru turns to you with a final request: that you allow one more group to visit your sanctuary. You assure her of your eagerness, and she promises to contact you again once she has made the necessary arrangements...

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
OPERATORMAMMET: Contact! Contact from Mistress Tataru! She is presently en route with another pair of guests who wish to survey the island.
OPERATORMAMMET: She also mentioned an important update—a crucial announcement! You must go and meet her on the beach.
OPERATORMAMMET: I wonder who she's brought with her this time...

Tataru: Ah, [Forename]! I thought we might find you waiting.

Wilfsunn: Do forgive us for suddenly dropping in. It is wonderful to see you in good health.

Bloewyda: It is indeed—and were it not for Urianger's propensity for speaking in circles, we may well have been reassured earlier...

Tataru: To answer your unspoken question, researchers involved with the development of the ''Ragnarok'' have been encouraged to take vacations to refresh their bodies and minds.
Tataru: And the lovely couple beside me decided that visiting your island would do just that!

Bloewyda: Before we knew it, all of our colleagues had already returned from their vacations.
Bloewyda: We knew it was time to make our own arrangements, but could think of nowhere in particular we wished to go...

Wilfsunn: Outside the purposes of our research, we've never been avid travelers—even less so since we lost Moenbryda.
Wilfsunn: Kokkol Dankkol noticed our reluctance and suggested we visit the southern isles, extolling the virtues of fresh air and claiming we'd have a “bloody good time!”

Bloewyda: When we mentioned his recommendation to Urianger, he told us of your own tropical hideaway in the Cieldalaes.
Bloewyda: Truth be told, knowing our destination might be ''your'' island became our greatest motivation. Indeed, our excitement quite overwhelmed us, as you can see from our matching outfits.
Bloewyda: That said, while this little strip of beach is quite lovely, we were hoping you would honor us with a full tour.
Bloewyda: Your mention of mammets has also piqued my interest as a researcher, I must confess.

Tataru: Say no more! Come, wait till you see [Forename]'s Home Sweet Hideaway!
Tataru: Each time I return, it never ceases to amaze me how far your hideaway has come!

Bloewyda: Remarkable... To think you've achieved all this after starting out with naught but yourself and a team of mammets.

Wilfsunn: What you've accomplished here is outstanding, [Forename]. The complexity of the architecture far exceeds what I expected!
Wilfsunn: This was all untamed wilderness when you first arrived, was it not? It must have been an ordeal to get it to this state.

Bloewyda: We have witnessed our fair share of development in Labyrinthos, and one need not be directly involved to understand its hardships. Carving out a place for yourself here must have been quite the lengthy process.

Tataru: That's our [Forename]! Innovative and determined to the last!
Tataru: ...Though, {{alternatives|she|he}} didn't do it ''all'' by {{alternatives|herself|himself}}.
Tataru: Oh gods, I almost forgot! My important announcement!

Puddingway@???: Hello, there! Bring out the pudding, if you please!

Tataru: ...And you are?

Puddingway: Puddingway! Here to partake of the finest tropical puddings.

Tataru: O-Of course... Er, I do believe I only had this couple scheduled for a tour {{alternatives|this evening|this morning|today}}. Might I ask how you arrived here?

Puddingway: Well, I was helping out at the Last Stand in hopes of acquiring another bowl of rainbow pudding...
Puddingway: Well, I was loitering about the Last Stand in hopes of acquiring a bowl of their legendary rainbow pudding...
Puddingway: ...When what should I hear but a delightful conversation about a trip to the southern isles!

Bloewyda: He must have overheard us when we stopped for tea.

Puddingway: I do hope you can forgive me for tagging along. The moment I heard “Cieldalaes,” my paws were already moving!
Puddingway: After all, such tropical locales must be possessed of equally tropical—and dare I say delectable—pudding just waiting to be sampled!
Puddingway: So, I thought it only natural that I stow away in your luggage. And now, here I am!

Bloewyda: ...And you noticed nothing unusual the entire way here?

Wilfsunn: Not a thing, my dear. I daresay he's rather as light as he looks.

Tataru: It seems you've had quite the adventure, Puddingway. Which makes this all the more difficult to tell you...
Tataru: There is no pudding here. No culinary establishments serve pudding on this island!

Puddingway: ''Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo''!
Puddingway: This is wrong... All wrong! How can you say that any place on this beloved star is lacking in the very existence of pudding!?

Tataru: Quite easily.

Bloewyda: It may not be fruitful to consider pudding as guaranteed. In some places, 'tis more of a rare delicacy.

Wilfsunn: Aye, though similar dishes can be found here and there if one knows what to look for.

Puddingway: Oh, sweet Mother Hydaelyn! ''Where is the pudding''!? <sob>

Bloewyda: Do not despair, little one. If it is pudding you want, then pudding you shall have. All I need are the proper ingredients and utensils.
Bloewyda: When Moenbryda was young, she and I would oft entrench ourselves in the kitchen and make pudding by the potful. 'Tis an old family recipe—the best in the realm, as she would have it...

CATEARSMAMMET: What's this I hear about making pudding?
CATEARSMAMMET: I see... So because this bipedal leporid—somehow capable of speech—does not have immediate access to ''pudding'', it has reached a state of complete despondency.
CATEARSMAMMET: Very well. Let it never be said that the felicitous furball is not a charitable and joy-bringing mammet—pray, tell me what you require for this culinary endeavor.

Bloewyda: For ingredients, we shall need milk, eggs, and sugar. As for the utensils, vessels that can be nested for a water bath, and some sort of stove. All of a size and quantity to satisfy the appetites of everyone present.

CATEARSMAMMET: I believe we can manage that.

Question: What will you say?

> ...I guess we're making pudding.
> Nothing is beyond the might of my mammets!
---

Puddingway: You truly ''are'' Hydaelyn's chosen!

Tataru: In that case, I'll save my important announcement until after the pudding festivities.

Bloewyda: Then let us be about it! I shall now share with you a treasured family recipe, so listen well...
Bloewyda: Well, this trip has certainly taken an interesting turn, though I daresay it shall prove just as diverting.
Bloewyda: Tataru, Puddingway, and I shall enlist the help of your mammets to gather the necessary ingredients.
Bloewyda: In the meantime, I would have you and Wilfsunn prepare our cooking utensils.
Bloewyda: I was told that a mammet has gathered all you should require and will be waiting for you upon the hill. My husband plans to meet you on the beach, so speak with him once you are supplied and ready.

CLEANER04793: Howdy there, {{alternatives|Madam|Master}} [Forename]! The tidy tinkerer, at your service. If anything needs tidying, I'm your mammet!
CLEANER04793: I sifted through all the material I have tidied so far and found precisely what you should need for crafting your utensils. What joyous luck!
CLEANER04793: It all tidily fit into these two crates, but I fear they are rather large. You'll need to make two trips—mind your footing on the way down!
CLEANER04793: It brings me immense relief to know that the materials I preserved will be put to good use—and as pudding utensils, no less!

Wilfsunn: Take your time, friend. We're in no rush.

HELPER04793: Allow me to say what an honor it is to assist such a noble task! From stoking a steady fire, to crafting the vessels necessary for mixing ingredients—to ''performing'' said mixing—it shall be my pleasure to serve!

Wilfsunn: Those are the materials, are they? Perfect, just set the crate down there.
Wilfsunn: There's another crate? The more materials the better, I suppose.

CLEANER04793: H-Howdy there, {{alternatives|Madam|Master}} [Forename]... It seems I have been accosted by a chicken.
CLEANER04793: Fear not—my systems remain in working order. I'll keep the brute distracted while you sneak away with the second crate.
CLEANER04793: There may be more lurking, however, so do keep your wits about you...
CLEANER04793: Wretched bird...I'll expose your weaknesses yet! Petitioning resources: countermeasures for chicken aggression.
CLEANER04793: Aha! Two results from the reference mammet.
CLEANER04793: ''A History of Hatching–tide: Tales of Loss and Feathers and Eggs'', author unknown, and ''To Love a Chicken: Beauty Is the Beak of the Beholder'', by Pawlin Morning. ...I suppose I shall endeavor to understand.

System: A cantankerous chicken shrieks at you!
System: A cocksure chicken squawks at you with piercing intensity!

Wilfsunn: This should be everything, yes? My thanks.
Wilfsunn: You've done your part, so you can leave the rest of the preparations to us. Bloewyda and the others should be here ere long.
Wilfsunn: Although I have never been one for traveling, I do have a wealth of experience in crafting. Moenbryda and Urianger saw to that.
Wilfsunn: It started when Moen asked if I would help her create a diorama of some ruins from one of Urianger's books—she was always looking for ways to grab his attention. So we set about it, she and I, molding the buildings from clay and carving in little runes until we had ourselves a perfectly sound replication.
Wilfsunn: As time went on, our projects became more ambitious, not to mention large. Why, there was one time we took up half the garden with a scale model of an ancient Allagan townscape! ...Bloewyda was less than pleased about that one.
Wilfsunn: Anyway, I'm excited to try my hand at it all again. It's been awhile, but I daresay your helpful mammets will be more than generous with their assistance.

HELPER04793: You have more than earned yourself a good, long rest, {{alternatives|Madam|Master}} [Forename]! I shall assist Master Wilfsunn with all my might so that there may be pudding enough for all!

Bloewyda: Now we need but wait.

Tataru: Well, this seems as good a time as any for my announcement.
Tataru: Ahem...
Tataru: As you know, the island sanctuary initiative was brought forth by Admiral Merlwyb not only as a source of employment for former pirates, but as a means of offering self-sufficient sanctuaries to those who might benefit from them.
Tataru: To prove that such an enterprise was feasible for all, regardless of wealth, I proposed she lease this isle to [Forename] on the condition that all materials and tools would be procured locally.
Tataru: You have gone far beyond merely achieving this goal, [Forename]—you have shown us a sanctuary that can ''flourish''. Rest assured your accomplishments have not gone unnoticed.
Tataru: For you, [Forename], have been officially awarded highest honors by Admiral Merlwyb for excellence and dedication to the island sanctuary initiative!
Tataru: This island will hereby serve as an example for future development during the program's pending expansion.
Tataru: Furthermore, as the islekeep who oversaw this success, you have been granted permission to make use of this island indefinitely.
Tataru: Invite your friends, continue to explore, or redesign your hideaway as you see fit—this is and shall ever be your island sanctuary.

Puddingway: In light of this news, I believe we ought not call this gently steaming pot of perfection “pudding.”
Puddingway: Nay, we should call it the “Pudding of Perseverance and Prominence” in honor of the efforts of all!
Puddingway: Yes... ''Yes''... I can almost taste it...
Puddingway: PUUUUUUDDIIIIIING!

CATEARSMAMMET: I daresay we've made enough for the entire island...though I suppose ''you'll'' have to partake of ''our'' share.

Bloewyda: I'll have none of that. Everyone who had a hand in making this pudding deserves a taste.

Wilfsunn: I believe each and every one of you are equipped to absorb aether voluntarily—although, you may have only used this function to facilitate continuous labor.
Wilfsunn: The fresh ingredients we used in this pudding are rich with aether. Go on—give it a try.

WORKSHOPMAMMET: I-It's amazing!

OPERATORMAMMET: I've never absorbed aether like this!

CATEARSMAMMET: It's so ''smooth''!

MAMMETS@Island Mammets: It tastes like happiness!

Puddingway: <heavy breathing>
Puddingway: My sweet... My love... My ''pudding''!
Puddingway: The time has come!
Puddingway: Aaah, it's everything I dreamed of!

Tataru: You'd better get a serving while you still can!
Tataru: That was delicious! I had so much, I can hardly move an ilm...

Wilfsunn: From start to finish, your mammets were a delight to work with. We must never take the efforts of automata for granted.

Puddingway: This magical place truly is worthy of being called paradise!

Bloewyda: Goodness, I can't remember the last time I feasted so! There's little better than merriment to whet the appetite.
Bloewyda: So? How did you find our pudding?

Question: What will you say?

> It was delicious!
> It was so...''much''.
> It was all right, I suppose?
---

Bloewyda: I'm glad you enjoyed it! Should you ever fancy another bowl, you know where to find me.
Bloewyda: I suppose we ''may'' have gotten carried away. ...Though Puddingway seemed to think it the perfect amount!
Bloewyda: More a fan of the savory, I take it? Then next time, we'll plan to make cockatrice meatballs instead.

Wilfsunn: Full glad was I to see your mammets in such high spirits.
Wilfsunn: I'm of the understanding that these are the selfsame mammets once intended to perform as laborers after the great exodus.
Wilfsunn: As a researcher of Labyrinthos, I struggle to voice how grateful I am to know they have found new purpose here.

Bloewyda: Truly. And to see how their exemplary efforts have aided [Forename] in earning such accolades? I hardly know how to put the pride to words.

Wilfsunn: Though it hardly measures to the sort of congratulations you are due for your accomplishments, we did bring you a gift from Sharlayan. A small thank-you for hosting us.
Wilfsunn: We thought that might be an ideal outfit for lounging about in a tropical paradise.
Wilfsunn: It even has a waterproof watch! Made of the very same material as the ''Ragnarok'', I might add.

Tataru: And what of you, Puddingway? Did you enjoy your time here? You must be fit to burst with all the pudding you devoured.

Puddingway: Without a doubt, today has been the best day of my life!
Puddingway: You said that this island is to serve as an example to future islekeeps, correct? Which means, no matter the hardship, they will each strive to emulate [Forename]'s greatness.
Puddingway: Once each island has earned its own Pudding of Perseverance and Prominence, this archipelago will become home to the greatest pudding culture in the realm—nay, the entire universe!
Puddingway: [Forename]... Thank you for saving this star!

Bloewyda: Well then, we'd best be on our way. Perhaps vacations abroad can indeed be worth the effort, if spent in such lively company.
Bloewyda: You might consider taking one yourself sometime.

Tataru: I'd like to say a few words to [Forename], if you could wait for me by the skiff!
Tataru: Thank you for once again hosting us on such short notice.
Tataru: In truth, I had my own motives for bringing so many guests to your island. I wanted to view your progress through unbiased eyes. Or at least eyes more unbiased than mine.
Tataru: But now that you have reached such a monumental malmstone, your only guests should be the ones you choose—those nearest and dearest to you.
Tataru: ...Is what I'd like to say, but there is one last party I wish to invite! At the strong behest of Emmanellain and Sicard.
Tataru: What do you say? Would you be willing to welcome one last group of visitors?
Tataru: Wonderful!
Tataru: I shall contact the curious courier when I've made the arrangements. Until then!
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

The Pride of Labyrinthos

2026-04-24T02:02:14Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = The Pride of Labyrinthos
| description = [[Margrat]] is thoughtfully observing her surroundings.
| image =
| quest-giver = Margrat
| related-npcs = Theopauldin
| location = Labyrinthos
| location-x = 20.4
| location-y = 20.1
| type = feature
| quest-line = Custom Deliveries
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Sharlayan Sidequests
| journal-genre = Labyrinthos Sidequests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 80
| req-quest =
| req-items =
| requirements = [[Custom Delivery]] level 5 with [[Margrat]]
| exp = 0
| gil = 895
| mettle =
| reward1 = 1 Gleaner's Coat
| reward2 = 1 Gleaner's Work Gloves
| reward3 = 1 Gleaner's Breeches
| reward4 = 1 Gleaner's Longboots
| overridereward(1-10) =
| reward-opt(1-8) =
| overridereward-opt(1-8) =
| unlocks = ot Custom Deliveries (Margrat)
| prev-quest = A Request of One's Own
| next-quest =
| patch = 6.5
| release = endwalker
| id-edb = fdad2cb4868
| id-gt = 70352
}}

==Steps==
*Speak with [[Theopauldin]].
*Speak with [[Margrat]].
*Speak with Margrat again.

==Journal==
* [[Margrat]] is thoughtfully observing her surroundings.

==Dialogue==

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

The Joy of Zoi

2026-04-24T02:02:13Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = The Joy of Zoi
| description = Grenoldt has good tidings to share.
| image = the joy of zoi1.png
| quest-giver = Grenoldt
| related-npcs = Chora-Zoi; Mowen; Qeshi-Trao; Quinnana
| location = The Crystarium
| location-x = 10.5
| location-y = 7.7
| type = feature
| quest-line = Splendorous Tools Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Records of Unusual Endeavors Quests
| journal-genre = Splendorous Tools Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| requirements =
| req-items =
| exp = 0
| gil = 785
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = An Adaptive Tool
| next-quest = A Tool of Her Own
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.45
| id-gt = 70303
| id-edb = 75c89de4902
}}
==Steps==
*Speak with [[Mowen]].
*Speak with [[Grenoldt]] at [[the Crystarium]].

==Journal==
*Grenoldt has good tidings to share.

*With what can only be described as a “shite-eating grin,” Grenoldt informs you of the great strides he and Chora-Zoi have made with the splendorous tools in your absence. Summoned to Eulmore to discuss the Boutique's next steps, you are greeted by crowds of skilled artisans...as well as a rogue ironfrog mover belonging to Qeshi-Trao, a trusted associate of Mowen's. During your dealings, Mowen gleefully approves another round of enhancements, and nominates Chora-Zoi as the tools' new namesake. Mowen is well aware of the young smith's apprehension, however, and requests a word with you before the next phase of the project begins in earnest.

*You approach Mowen, who remains starstruck from Grenoldt's encounter with Qeshi-Trao's ironfrog. Nonetheless, she is pleased to have your enduring support, and asks that you and Grenoldt lend the same kindness to Chora-Zoi. Her main matter of business completed, Mowen mentions that the two skilled smiths in question have returned to the Crystarium, and suggests that you follow suit.

*You return to the Crystarium to find Grenoldt and Chora-Zoi reflecting on their brief excursion─Mowen has great expectations, but a distraught Chora-Zoi wonders if she can truly meet such lofty standards. With a few fiery words of encouragement, however, Grenoldt rallies you all for the Boutique's newest challenge, and the forges are stoked for a project of brilliant proportions.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Grenoldt: A sight for sore eyes as ever, [Forename]. Splendorous tools treatin' ye well, I hope?
Grenoldt: Ye might be pleased to know that our work's payin' off, an' linin' Mistress Mowen's coffers besides. With the schematics o' the tools finalized, we forged a fresh batch for the Boutique, an' I'm told our first shipment sold like “hot coffee biscuits” or summat.

Chora-Zoi: Truly, Master Grenoldt!? Why, that's wonderful news! I put my heart into every strike of the anvil, of course, but I was rather worried that the quality of my work might suffer when we began mass production.

Question: What will you say?

> You heard the man—coffee biscuits! ''Hot'' coffee biscuits!
> Honest work deserves honest praise.
---

Chora-Zoi: Your encouragement is much appreciated, [Forename]. I really must take more pride in my work...and so should you, considering how much you've contributed to this endeavor!

Quinnana: Your tools are masterworks in their own right, Miss Chora-Zoi. It is only natural that they are lauded as such.
Quinnana: Our patrons have naught but praise for what you have wrought. Word of the tools' adaptive nature has spread through Eulmore like wildfire, and connoisseurs from all over Norvrandt are lining up in droves to inquire about our next shipment.
Quinnana: In fact, Mistress Mowen has requested your presence in Eulmore to discuss further business opportunities. 'Twould seem she has a mind to introduce you to one of our most influential patrons...

Chora-Zoi: Wicked white! Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd be invited to Eulmore, of all places. It's an honor—really, it is—but are you quite sure she wants ''me'' there?

Grenoldt: Mistress Mowen's a sharp one, lass. Long as I've known her, she hasn't once steered me wrong. If she means for us to take part in the next step o' her grand designs, I reckon we oblige her.

Chora-Zoi: Obliging her is perfectly fine, but the thought of it still makes me as twitchy as a Mord's tail! If we really are going, I'd feel a little less out of place if our friend the Warrior of Darkness accompanied us... What do you say, [Forename]?

CRAFTSMAN04767: Let me guess—you're after one of the Boutique's splendorous tools? Hah, you and everyone else in Norvrandt! Every skilled artisan worth their salt has been clamoring for a tool that draws out their full potential...myself included.

Mowen: 'Tis good to see you, my friends. By your expressions, I take it the throng of artisans hungry for your handiwork made for a warm enough welcome?
Mowen: As you can see, we've no shortage of patrons hoping to savor the fruits of your labor. Few could resist the allure of tools crafted with the Warrior of Darkness's collaboration...
Mowen: And there are fewer still who would gainsay their efficiency. Our patrons were especially captivated by the adaptive properties you've incorporated, and I have no doubt that your works shall remain a staple of the Boutique for quite some time.
Mowen: As ever, we must consider what this success means for the future of trade in Norvrandt, and how these tools might revitalize our markets. To that end, I should like you to meet with one of our patrons. If you would follow me to the outer deck...

Grenoldt: Look out, Mistress Mowen!
Grenoldt: Prepare to croak, ye rusty bastard!
Grenoldt: Phew... Didn't think a move I learned in one o' them bloody odd dreams would come in handy, but if it means keepin' the three of ye safe an' sound, that's all what matters.
Grenoldt: Hrm. Now that I think on it, summat seems off about the way this little bugger charged at us... Maybe I can fix up some o' them faulty mechanisms.
Grenoldt: ...An' done! With a few minor improvements to its movement capabilities, this little green wonder could fly jus' about anywhere. Who needs rusty ol' wheels weighin' ye down, eh?

Qeshi-Trao@???: My humblest apologies. That poor creature sat dormant in the dwarves' stores for quite some time before I welcomed it into my collection. Precious as they may be, some antiques are simply bound to have more dust and rust than others.
Qeshi-Trao@???: But I must say, the rumors do not do your work justice, Master Grenoldt. Had I not known any better, I might assume this ironfrog was one of the dwarves' newest models!

Mowen: I suppose this is as opportune a time as ever for introductions.
Mowen: It is my honor to present to you Qeshi-Trao, collector of curios and friend to the Boutique. Her generous assistance has allowed us to procure the countless components required for our travails.

Qeshi-Trao: The honor is all mine, really. This city may be known for its pomp and circumstance, but you needn't place me on a pedestal. At the end of the day, we Eulmorans are sinners one and all.
Qeshi-Trao: You see, during Lord Vauthry's reign, I went to great lengths to obtain oddities of all sorts, reveling in relics from a realm that once was. The baubles of the old world and their histories would be mine and mine alone...or so I selfishly believed.
Qeshi-Trao: But our city is on the cusp of great change, and I feel I must change with it. That my contributions might shape the future of Norvrandt is a most heartening prospect, and I am more than happy to play my part for the Boutique.
Qeshi-Trao: My prized possessions have become the beating heart of this endeavor, and I could not have dreamed of a greater purpose for them. They are the proverbial flames that will fuel your forges in the days to come.
Qeshi-Trao: That is to say, you ''do'' plan on honing those adaptive tools further, yes? If you wish to reach even loftier heights, I would be pleased to offer you the most priceless treasures I own...and I assure you, there is plenty to spare.

Chora-Zoi: Y-Yes, ma'am! That would be wonderful, ma'am! I swear to put forth every effort and craft something worthy of your priceless treasures...ma'am!

Mowen: Let us make it official, then. As chairwoman of the Boutique of Splendors, I hereby declare our newest venture underway. We shall forge superior tools to deliver us unto new frontiers and serve as a beacon of hope for our builders and providers.
Mowen: I can see it now... A brave new age of tradesmen and tradeswomen, inspired by the trailblazing Mystel artisan who wrought her cherished dreams to life with her companions.
Mowen: In order to bring this youthful inspiration to the fore, however, I propose a new name for this new generation of tools—one that calls to mind the trailblazing Mystel herself. After her kindly offer to name our initial batch of tools for the Boutique, 'tis only fair that I return the favor.

Qeshi-Trao: A splendid idea, dear Mowen. I could not have said it better myself!

Chora-Zoi: I-I beg your pardon!? I very much appreciate the sentiment, but...''me''!?

Grenoldt: Aye, you! If yer as keen to improve this next batch o' tools as ye say—an' I know ye'll do a damn fine job of it—then ye've earned the right to brand them as yer own.

Mowen: Your enthusiasm is most encouraging, Miss Chora-Zoi, but you needn't fret. We have plenty of time before we must finalize such things. As our main matter of business is concluded, I recommend you bask in Eulmore's glorious sights before you depart. Perhaps it might serve as inspiration!
Mowen: As for you, [Forename], would you attend me a moment? There is another matter of business I wish to discuss at the reception counter.
Mowen: Our dear Grenoldt is quite chivalrous, is he not? Standing steadfast in the face of amphibious disaster... <sigh> 'Tis an image I shan't soon forget. But I did not request your presence simply to swoon, you understand. Your attendance at our dealings today was most appreciated.
Mowen: I realize the proposal to rebrand our tools was a shock to Miss Chora-Zoi, but I felt it necessary for her growth. Her ideas are a boon to us all, and she must learn to take pride in the great success she has forged with you and Grenoldt—to feel like these works are truly hers.
Mowen: Knowing Grenoldt as I do, I am certain he will be eager to lend his aid, but what of you? Ours is not easy work, but will you join with us and lend your support to Chora-Zoi once more?
Mowen: Excellent! You have my deepest gratitude, [Forename]. Fostering connections and collaborations to build a better Norvrandt is the true mission of the Boutique, after all, and we would be honored to have your assistance.
Mowen: If I'm not mistaken, Grenoldt and Miss Chora-Zoi have already departed for the Crystarium. Send them my regards, won't you?
Mowen: If I'm not mistaken, Grenoldt and Miss Chora-Zoi have already departed for the Crystarium. Send them my regards, won't you?

Grenoldt: I can't remember the last time I set foot in Eulmore. Couldn't even be arsed to visit the place when I lived a stone's throw away... Then again, it was a right pain to come and go anywhere from me underwater sanctuary.
Grenoldt: But enough o' me mindless blabberin'. How'd ye find the trip, Miss Chora-Zoi? Feelin' refreshed after some time away from the Mean?

Chora-Zoi: ...I think I might be the opposite of refreshed, actually. I was so shaken up by the whole experience, I could hardly enjoy it at all!
Chora-Zoi: It was very kind of Mistress Mowen to suggest naming our next tools after me, and I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but I haven't the skills to become the “beacon of hope” she thinks I am! What in the world am I to do, Master Grenoldt!?

Grenoldt: Hah, easy now, lass! The first thing ye'll want to do is take a deep breath and some time to calm yerself. Whether ye think so or not, ye ''do'' have the skills, an' no matter which way ye feel like takin' this on, we'll be right there with ye.
Grenoldt: That bein' said, [Forename], we're countin' on yer support. Together, we'll forge up summat as'll make the whole bloody realm want to take up a trade!

System: You may now purchase splendorous tool replicas from Quinnana.
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

The Brave and the Blue

2026-04-24T02:02:12Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = The Brave and the Blue
| description = Unfortunately for Martyn, you proved every onze the blue mage he hoped you might.
| image = the brave and the blue1.png
| quest-giver = Martyn
| related-npcs = P'yandih; Royse
| location = Ul'dah - Steps of Thal
| location-x = 12.5
| location-y = 13.0
| type = feature
| quest-line =
| journal-section = Class & Job Quests
| journal-category = Disciple of Magic Job Quests
| journal-genre = Blue Mage Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job = Blue Mage
| level = 80
| requirements = {{i|A Golden Opportunity (duty)}} cleared
| req-items =
| exp = 0
| gil = 695
| reward1 = 1 Blue-eyes
| unlocks = ngp Blue Mage - Part 4
| prev-quest = A New Gold Standard
| next-quest =
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.45
| id-gt = 70314
| id-edb = 4b55728ff14
}}
==Steps==
*Speak with Martyn.

==Journal==
*Unfortunately for Martyn, you proved every onze the blue mage he hoped you might.

*Thanks to your near-peerless prowess as a blue mage, Martyn received a sound thrashing in the Celestium, and not an empty seat could be found in the stands. There was still the matter of Martyn's pay to resolve, but that also proved a defeat for the budding villain, even if he was not entirely aware of it. While willing to make an exception for you, Martyn has no intention of losing to any other blue mage who might issue him challenge, and so resolves to hone his skills in other schools of magic.

*You have come far in your training as a blue mage, but Martyn is not yet convinced that you are a match for him...in his chosen discipline, at least. And so he bids you set out and explore the world over to seek new knowledge and discover the boundless potential of blue magic.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Martyn: Can't say I've ever experienced such a resoundin' defeat. Though I'd expect nothin' less from my protégé.

P'yandih: You were incredible, [Forename]. Every spell cast was more mesmerizing than the last—a spectacle for the ages!

Martyn: I imagine Royse agrees. Speakin' of whom...

Royse: Well done, [Forename]. Well done, indeed! There was not an empty seat to be seen in the Celestium.
Royse: And you, Martyn. You may have lost in the arena, but I daresay this success is just as much yours as it is {{alternatives|hers|his}}.

Martyn: Well, there was only so much I could do without my blue magic. It's like fightin' with my hands tied behind my back.

P'yandih: Surely there was something you could have done with the added armor, the crystal, the automata, ''and'' the familiars to help you.

Martyn: Ah, before I forget. Royse. I've been meanin' to talk to you about the terms of my position as showmaster.
Martyn: As I recall, I'm to receive three and a half percent of all earnings from any event featurin' [Forename]'s nemesis, is that right?

Royse: Yes, you were—if you were the showmaster. It would be remiss of me to burden you with the position when you already fight opposite our star performer. You will still receive the payment commensurate with your role in the show, of course.

Martyn: But...my title. My commission...

Royse: Well, I suppose technically you ''did'' find {{alternatives|her|his}} nemesis, and you've saved us the trouble of hiring new staff.
Royse: The Celestium can afford you...one percent of the earnings.

Martyn: Three percent!

Royse: Surely, you jest!

Martyn: Two, then!

Royse: One and a half. My final offer.
Royse: With that settled, there is paperwork to be drawn up, and a number of other duties that yet want for tending. I look forward to your next appearance in the Masked Carnivale.

P'yandih: Despite his menacing persona as Goldor, he's still quite sheepish when it comes to negotiations.

Martyn: Hm? What's that supposed to mean?

P'yandih: Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. Ah, I had better be going as well. If I'm ever to be a match for the ''dreaded'' Goldor, I had best get back to my training!

Martyn: Bein' the Celestium's star performer and all, I'm willin' to make exceptions for you, but I won't stand for anymore of my students bestin' me in the Masked Carnivale. Looks like I had better brush up on my magicks as well.
Martyn: And as strange as it sounds, playin' the villain's been quite liberatin'—a chance to break my usual decorum and throw caution to the wind.
Martyn: Maybe someday you'll feel inclined to take a walk on the dark side too, eh?
Martyn: Just know that if you do...
Martyn: You'll have to contend not with Martyn, but the incomparable Azuro the Third!
Martyn: I hope you won't let your victory over Goldor go to your head. You've still a long way to go before your blue magic is a match for mine.
Martyn: For that, you'll need to expand your horizons even further. Remember: there's a big wide world out there.
Martyn: So explore, seek new knowledge, and the boundless potential of blue magic will be yours to master.
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

The Beard, the Myth, the Legend

2026-04-24T02:02:11Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = The Beard, the Myth, the Legend
| description = P'yandih seems to be having an easy time managing the guild.
| image = the beard, the myth, the legend1.png
| quest-giver = P'yandih
| related-npcs = Bloody Executioner; Bloody Executioner Deckhand; Earnest Arcanist; Hasthwab; Martyn; Octobeard; Trachtoum
| location = Ul'dah - Steps of Thal
| location-x = 12.5
| location-y = 13.0
| type = feature
| quest-line =
| journal-section = Class & Job Quests
| journal-category = Disciple of Magic Job Quests
| journal-genre = Blue Mage Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job = Blue Mage
| level = 73
| requirements = Learn {{action icon|Goblin Punch}}
| req-items =
| exp = 55080
| gil = 1298
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = And the Crowd Goes Mild
| next-quest = Gridania's Most Wanted
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.45
| id-gt = 70310
| id-edb = 634e2cb3a92
}}

==Walkthrough==
{{action icon|Goblin Punch}} is available via:
{{#lsth:Goblin Punch|[[Blue Mage Spells Learning Guide|Acquisition]]}}

==Steps==
*Speak with Martyn at Mealvaan's Gate in Limsa Lominsa.

*Speak with Martyn and have him accompany you.

*Speak with crew members on the ''Astalicia'' while Martyn is accompanying you.

*Speak with Hasthwab while Martyn is accompanying you.

*Speak with Martyn.

*Speak with Martyn near the Rogue River in middle La Noscea.

*Speak with P'yandih in Ul'dah.

==Journal==
*P'yandih seems to be having an easy time managing the guild.

*P'yandih has recently received word from Martyn, asking that you meet him at Mealvaan's Gate in Limsa Lominsa. Hopeful this means he has found a worthy candidate for your nemesis, she quickly sends you on your way.

*You find Martyn finishing a lesson with a former pupil, receiving arguably unwarranted compensation for his teachings. With his business finished, he explains that the Executioners may likely have a fighter among them suitable to be your nemesis. To that end, he suggests paying a visit to the ''Astalicia</Emphasis> to speak with their members.

*Despite knowing what needs to be done, you cannot help but notice Martyn's apprehension to speak with the Executioners. He suggests you take the lead while he observes from a comfortably safe distance.

※You must be accompanied by Martyn to complete this task. Speak with him again should you become separated.

*Accompanied by Martyn, you go and speak with several members of the Executioners. They offer two potential candidates, but sadly neither is ideal for your needs. Martyn suggests looking for a higher ranked member who may be more knowledgeable of capable pirates in La Noscea.

*Together you eventually happen across Hasthwab. Though he doesn't seem in a particularly talkative mood, he does offer a valuable piece of information. A man named Octobeard claims to be the right hand of Mistbeard, and has been seen frequenting the Drowning Wench. Considering Mistbeard's renown, you are convinced any man worthy to work at his side is more than capable of being your nemesis. And so you make for the tavern.

*Needing to be certain of the man's strength at arms, Martyn challenges Octobeard to trial by combat. The pirate accepts, though perhaps not with the grace or bluster you expected. He bids Martyn come to the Rogue River, and so the two of you take your leave and prepare to test his mettle.

*With a flourish of his cane, Martyn assails Octobeard with several spells, rendering the pirate seemingly incapacitated. Wishing to know his true identity, Martyn removes his mask and reveals him to be Trachtoum. His aim in adopting the identity of Octobeard was to freely partake of ale from the Drowning Wench. He promises never to do it again and begs his leave before running off, tail between his legs. With no other leads, Martyn believes it time to set his sights elsewhere. He bids you go and report back to P'yandih in Ul'dah while he seeks new leads.

*You relay the unfortunate news to P'yandih, but she doesn't appear at all discouraged by the unexpected turn of events. She promises to inform Royse and bids you farewell─but not before suggesting you go and learn Schiltron to round out your repertoire of spells.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
P'yandih: As I recall, Martyn tasked you with learning new blue magic before you returned. Considering the trials to come, I think it prudent you heed his advice.

System: The next blue mage quest will be available from P'yandih upon learning Goblin Punch.

P'yandih: You've the look of a {{alternatives|woman|man}} who's mastered new techniques. I take it you followed Martyn's advice?
P'yandih: As much as I would love for you to regale me with tales of your training, we recently received word from Martyn requesting your presence.
P'yandih: He asks that you meet him at Mealvaan's Gate in Limsa Lominsa. I think he may have finally found our fighter.
P'yandih: I didn't expect Martyn would be in Limsa Lominsa of all places, but that's where he's asked you to meet.

ARCANIST04774: It seems I've still much to learn...

Martyn: You've got to empty your mind, lad. Be formless, shapeless. Like water!
Martyn: Oh, [Forename]. I wasn't expectin' you to arrive so soon.
Martyn: I couldn't help but stop by the old trainin' grounds, you see, and a former classmate of mine insisted on receivin' some specialized instruction.

ARCANIST04774: Martyn's advice has always been nothing short of inspirational! You would be hard-pressed to find one more adept at the arcane arts here at the guild.
ARCANIST04774: But his genius doesn't stop there! That he might better comprehend the nature of magicks in all corners of the world, he has mastered near every school of magic there is.

Question: What will you say?

> You never told me you'd mastered other schools of magic.
> But I thought you were devoted wholly to blue magic.
---

Martyn: Masterin' all those magicks was the only way the wisdom of the Whalaqee could be fully realized in blue magic.
Martyn: Even so, if I'm to be a ''true'' master of the blue, I can't fall back on all them other spells I've learned now, can I?
Martyn: That'll do for today. If you stay the course, and take my teachin's to heart, I'm sure you'll do just fine.

ARCANIST04774: Thank you, Martyn, thank you! I haven't much money, but here—a small token of my appreciation.

Martyn: Right, then. About your nemesis. After weighin' our options here in Limsa Lominsa, I reckon a member of the Executioners could be just what you're lookin' for.
Martyn: It remains to be seen if they'll be willin' to speak with us about their skill at arms, let alone agree to takin' you on as a rival at the Celestium, but we won't know for certain unless we try, eh? Come on, let's head over to the ''Astalicia''.

ARCANIST04774: Be water, he said... Wait. Did he mean to use a spell and literally ''become'' water, or...?

Martyn: Seein' as this is your nemesis, why not take the lead in gettin' to know them? I'll be right behind you. Promise.
Martyn: And if you hear anythin' that sounds like knees clackin', don't worry—it's simply my excitement at becomin' showmaster. Yes, that's it, my excitement...

System: Martyn is now accompanying you. Keep him at your side in order to proceed with quest objectives.
System: You can leave Martyn behind by entering a different area, or by speaking with him and selecting the option to part ways.
System: If you wish to have Martyn accompany you again, return and speak with him at the original location.
System: While you are accompanied, you may encounter “conversation points” along the way which offer additional topics of discussion.
System: Enter the glowing area and speak with your quest companions to initiate these bonus conversations. Enjoy exploring your surroundings together!

Question: What will you do?

> Speak with Martyn.
> Part ways with Martyn.
> Nothing.
---

Martyn: The lead of any good show should have an established rapport with the bloke playin' opposite them, no? All the more reason you should be the one to take the lead here. You can think of it as further blue mage trainin' if it helps.

System: Are you sure you wish to part ways with Martyn?

Martyn: Bah, it figures some matter of ''earth-shatterin''' importance would call you away. Though I suppose in your case, it's no exaggeration. Well, far be it from me to keep you. I'll wait for you at the ''Astalicia''.
Martyn: Everythin' settled? Then let's get back to it. Ahem, after you...

BLOODYEXECUTIONERA04773: Business with the Executioners, ye say?

BLOODYEXECUTIONERB04773: ...Well? What do ye want?

Hasthwab: What business 'ave ye with the Executioners?

System: You must be accompanied by Martyn and have him at your side in order to proceed with quest objectives.
System: Martyn has yet to arrive. Be sure he is at your side before attempting to continue.

> '''Discuss the docks.'''
---

Martyn: You can find them off-loadin' cargo at all hours of the day. And where there's cargo, there's sure to be payments exchangin' hands. Which means...
Martyn: Aha!
Martyn: Another gil for the ol' coinpurse!
Martyn: Damn. And here I was hopin' they'd be a little looser with their coin...

BLOODYEXECUTIONERA04773: What's that? Our sharpest axe, ye say?
BLOODYEXECUTIONERA04773: That'd be Hyllfyr, though it ain't every day we get strangers ''askin''' to be hacked to bits.

Martyn: I don't mean to offend, but he's gettin' on in years, and if the rumors are true, he has a bad lung besides. I think it best we look elsewhere.

BLOODYEXECUTIONERB04773: A strong arm to grapple with? And what's to say I ain't good enough, hm?
BLOODYEXECUTIONERB04773: ...Bah, fine. If it be the cream yer after, then ye should go an' speak with Captain Sicard. No sharper shot in all o' La Noscea.

Martyn: Captain Sicard? By no means a terrible prospect, but seein' as he's the actin' captain of the Executioners, he's like to demand a considerable price. And more importantly, he'd cut into my profits...
Martyn: Hmmm. Maybe tryin' to recruit from the Executioners wasn't such a great idea after all. But we can't just leave empty-handed.
Martyn: Well it's clear we're not gettin' anywhere talkin' with the lowly rank and file. What we need is someone with a little more authority to help us cast a wider net.

BLOODYEXECUTIONERA04773: Hyllfyr's the man yer after, but don't say I didn't warn ye.

BLOODYEXECUTIONERB04773: If present company ain't suited to yer ''lofty'' standards, I suppose you could go an' speak with Captain Sicard. You won't find a better marksman.

Hasthwab: Ye need a duelin' partner for puttin' on some show?
Hasthwab: The Bloody Executioners ain't interested in dancin' for coin, {{alternatives|lass|lad}}. You'll have to search elsewhere.

Martyn: O-Of course. Far be it from us to overstay our welcome.
Martyn: Though, if you know of any pirates who might be willin' to take up our offer—not those of the Executioners, of course—we'd be much obliged for aught you can tell us.

Hasthwab: Hmmm... Come to think of it, there's been talk o' late about some bloke what claims to be the right hand o' Mistbeard 'imself come to town. They say 'e spends most of his time at the Drownin' Wench.
Hasthwab: Wears a red mask, an' calls 'imself “Octobeard,” if ye can believe it.

Martyn: Octobeard, eh? Anyone who keeps company with Mistbeard is sure to make a worthy opponent. Thank you, sir. Much appreciated.
Martyn: Well then, shall we pay a visit to the Drownin' Wench?

Hasthwab: A bloody odd name if ye ask me, that Octobeard. Bein' the supposed hand o' Mistbeard, though, can't imagine anyone's got the stones to question 'im.

Martyn: Can't imagine we can convince him without a fight, so I thought it only right I dress for the occasion—best foot forward and all that. Now, where is this Octobeard fellow...

Trachtoum@???: I be Mistbeard's right-hand man. Aye, I reckon that I am.♪ Fuddlin' me cap afore, sneakin' out the pub's back door.♪ Aaand nobody'll ever know.♪

Martyn: That's him, if we're to believe those sour notes of his. Let's be about it, eh?

Trachtoum: Huh!? I-It's you!

Martyn: Oi, Octobeard! I'd like to have a word... I-If that's all right, that is.

Trachtoum: I...er...ahem! I don't care for yer tone, ye preenin' little shite!
Trachtoum: If it be a battle yer achin' for, then uh...then I guess I'd better give it to ye! Outside by the Rogue River. Five minutes...

Martyn: I didn't see him leave as such, but he ''is'' coming...isn't he? I wouldn't mind lookin' for another candidate of course, but...
Martyn: There you are! I was hopin' you wouldn't—I mean, that you ''would'' show up!

Trachtoum: Aye, here I am! ...But there ain't no shame in turnin' tail, lad. Really. I wouldn't hold it against ye for leavin'. Right now...

Martyn: Have at you!
Martyn: Take this!
Martyn: And that!
Martyn: Had enough, you barnacle-brained oaf?
Martyn: Ye gods! ...Did I overdo it?
Martyn: Well, he's still breathin'. That's somethin', I suppose. Now, let's see who's under that mask.

Question: What will you say?

> Just as I suspected. Trachtoum.
> I know you. You're the one that claimed to have slain Tidu—I mean, Titan.
---

Trachtoum: Mercy! Mercy! All I wanted was a pint of ale...or three, and I'd heard the tavernkeep's on good terms with Mistbeard's crew. I told 'em I was his right-hand man, then one thing led to another...
Trachtoum: But you know the truth. About me member, about everything... So please, I beg of ye—just let me go!
Trachtoum: I swear I can change! You'll see!

Martyn: So he was an impostor all along. Pity...
Martyn: Even if he really was the hand of Mistbeard, anyone who'd fall to me is certainly no match for you. We'll just have to keep searchin'.
Martyn: I don't know about you, but I think it's time we set our sights elsewhere. Could I trouble you to go and report back to P'yandih in Ul'dah?
Martyn: I'll be sure to send word when I've found new prospects.

P'yandih: Welcome back, [Forename]. Any luck in Limsa Lominsa?
P'yandih: Oh, that's quite unfortunate. Even so, Royse must be informed, but you let me worry about that.
P'yandih: Before you go, though, it wouldn't do to send you off without any guidance in your blue mage training.
P'yandih: As I recall, Martyn said that Schiltron would go a long way in bolstering your repertoire of spells. Come and see me once you've mastered it.
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

That's So Anden

2026-04-24T02:02:10Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = That's So Anden
| description = [[Supplicant Sheep|This sheep]] looks eager to share something with you.
| image =
| quest-giver = Supplicant Sheep
| related-npcs = Aenc Ose; Anden; Eo Tyr; Feo Ul; Loquacious Leafman; Lor Ul
| location = The Crystarium
| location-x = 9.3
| location-y = 11.3
| type = feature
| quest-line = Custom Deliveries
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Lakeland Sidequests
| journal-genre = Crystarium Sidequests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 80
| req-quest = Endwalker (Quest), Go West, Craftsman
| req-items =
| requirements = [[Disciples of the Land]] or [[Disciples of the Hand|Hand]]
| exp = 112200
| gil = 984
| mettle =
| reward1 = 3 HQ Giant Haddock Dip
| reward2 = 3 HQ Yakow Moussaka
| overridereward(1-10) =
| reward-opt(1-8) =
| overridereward-opt(1-8) =
| unlocks = ot Custom Deliveries (Anden)
| prev-quest =
| next-quest = Every Anden of the Rainbow
| patch = 6.3
| release = endwalker
| id-edb = 8a83a2ad197
| id-gt = 70251
}}

==Steps==
*Speak with the [[Anden|loquacious leafman]].
*Speak with Anden.

==Journal==
* [[Supplicant Sheep|This sheep]] looks eager to share something with you.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
SHEEP04715: Baa! Baa, baa! Baaaaaa!
SHEEP04715: <rustle> Baaaaaa!

System: Having emphatically imparted its message, the sheep dashes off. You can only hope that this letter contains some manner of sheep-to-Vrandtic dictionary.
System: The script is comprised of several distinct hands, and a sweet, flowery fragrance lifts from the page. Your thoughts wander naturally to the pixies of Il Mheg.

LETTER04715@Flowery Letter: Greetings, sapling of the king! If you are reading this, it means our precious fluffy has proven itself most admirably as a messenger sheep.
LETTER04715@Flowery Letter: We write you with some fascinating news—a talking leafman has appeared in Il Mheg!
LETTER04715@Flowery Letter: You remember our leafmen, don't you? Those dreary mortals we furbished into darling shrubbery? Well, they're not usually much for conversation on account of being topiary bushes, but this one simply jabbers on!
LETTER04715@Flowery Letter: Such an accomplished leafman must pique your interest, yes? Come and find us in Lydha Lran and we shall introduce you!

Anden: Erm! Excuse me, {{alternatives|madam|sir}}. Might I have a word? ...If you can understand me, that is.
Anden: You can! Oh, what a relief. Please, help me! My mind is in a terrible haze at present, and these flittering, chittering ''children'' have done nothing but cackle and poke at me.

Eo Tyr@Delighted Pixie: You came! I knew you would. The king's sapling would never pass up a wonder this delightful!
Eo Tyr: I am Eo Tyr, and this is Lor Ul and Aenc Ose. We wrote you that letter together!

Anden: Sapling...?
Anden: W-Wait, are you a plant!? I thought you were a ''person'' come to help me. Oooh, please tell me you aren't some tree who simply ''looks'' like a person!

Question: What will you say?

> Don't worry—I'm a sapling to some, but definitely a person.
> I am Feo Ul's stalwart sapling!
> Sapling, seedling, heavenspillar...tree metaphors seem to follow me.
---

Anden: Is that supposed to make sense!?
Anden: S-So you're not a person after all? How— What— Oooh, I feel faint...
Anden: Speak plainly, I beg of you—are you or aren't you made of wood!?

Eo Tyr: Tee hee hee! Why, you sound so distraught—as though you aren't the greenest and leafiest one here!
Eo Tyr: What marvelous fun this is. In exchange for making me laugh, I'll share with you both a little secret.
Eo Tyr: This chatty little bushling sprouted from none other than Anden, one of the leafmen inside these stables.
Eo Tyr: As for why...who knows? Maybe Anden's spirit is simply overflowing with life, or maybe all my pruning and wishing finally paid off. Or both!
Eo Tyr: Regardless, the two are connected by their roots, which means they are both undeniably Anden!

Anden: So, my name is Anden... Is it!? My memories are so muddled, I can't tell if it feels familiar or not...

Lor Ul: Oho! Why don't we ''muddle'' Anden back into his original form, then? That sounds like wonderful fun.

Aenc Ose: Oh, how lovely. Let's change him back!

Eo Tyr: No! Absolutely not!
Eo Tyr: Everyone knows that trying to change a leafman back only ends in a mucky ''mud''man. Anden won't be another attempt gone wrong—I won't allow it!

Anden: Y-You mean to say that my choice is between remaining a bush or becoming...mud? That I shall never again assume personage!? Oooh, say it isn't so... Please!

Question: What will you say?

> Feo Ul, I need you.
> Help me, Feo Ul. You're this talking bush's only hope...
> King of the fae, hear my cry!
---

Feo Ul: Yes, yes! That's it, my precious sapling! You should have called upon me ''immediately'', of course—but how could I be anything but delighted that you remembered me all on your own?
Feo Ul: Whatever your desire, your beautiful branch is at your service!

Eo Tyr: Y-Your Majesty!

Feo Ul: 'Tis true—none have yet returned a leafman to its original form. But let such improbabilities become mere trifles if such is my sapling's wish! In fact, it could be accomplished by none other.
Feo Ul: You and your friends possess the ability to heal those tainted by Light's corruption, do you not? Were that knowledge to be coupled with my strength as king, this leafman may yet return to his erstwhile self.
Feo Ul: However, such deeply transformative magicks are a far cry from simple pixie glamours. If you cannot hold the clearest image of your true form within your mind's eye, your fate as a mudman is all but sealed.
Feo Ul: You know what must be done, my darling sapling. Call for me again once your preparations are complete!
Feo Ul: I mustn't let Anden become a sloppy, slabby mudman! How can I help?

Anden: Well, I take great comfort in knowing that I am not condemned to an eternity of muck or twigs, but recalling my true form feels like a daunting task indeed...
Anden: ...Speaking of true forms, what was the consensus on yours, then? Person? Tree? Honestly, I'm more confused than ever after that last conversation.
Anden: Oooh, a nickname! That makes far more sense—you do ''look'' quite like a person. And you say your name is “[Forename]”? A pleasure to meet you.
Anden: Now, [Forename], I don't mean to impose, but seeing as I am shackled here by roots and surrounded by plant-harassing mischief-makers, you may be my only living ally in this world. Please, please help me remember who I truly am!
Anden: Oh, thank you! I will do my utmost to remember promptly.
Anden: Of course, simply ''trying'' to remember something you so utterly can't seems like a rather fruitless endeavor. There must be some reliable way of stirring up latent memories...
Anden: If I had hands, I'd give myself a smart rap on the head to get the blood flowing. ...Or sap flowing, as it were.
Anden: But you have hands, [Forename]! Would you be so kind as to give me a good, solid smack in what might be my cranial region? Just to get the leafy matter engaged.
Anden: ...W-Wait! I just got a better look at your biceps, so perhaps not. <shudder>

Eo Tyr: Anden, Anden, you mustn't beat upon the bush! I know I got a little carried away tugging at your leaves and all, but I'm ready to help, now—and I know you better than anyone!
Eo Tyr: I've even seen your true form before! But simply telling you what I know isn't going to help you ''truly'' remember who you were, and you must truly, ''truly'' remember your true form if you are truly to return safely!

Anden: True... I must say, that is surprisingly thoughtful for someone who was tee-hee-ing at my distress not moments ago. But if you can't tell me anything, how do you intend to help?

Eo Tyr: Well, I never said I couldn't tell you ''anything''—just nothing too important to be told!
Eo Tyr: I'll give you little hints and pieces, instead. Like this—do you remember being a shepherd, Anden? You so loved your fluffy white sheep.
Eo Tyr: You loved them so much, in fact, that even those scary sin eaters couldn't drive you away from your flock. You stayed and cared for them until the very end.

Anden: Really!? I confess, I don't remember anything of the sort...
Anden: ...But if you speak the truth, perhaps seeing tools or materials a shepherd might use would induce further recollection!
Anden: Not much of a lead, but it's all we have at the moment. [Forename], would you be kind enough to procure me some items fit for a shepherd?

Eo Tyr: We'll help too! Lor Ul and Aenc Ose love playing shop, so be sure to check their wares for both handy ''and'' dandy bits, bobs, and supplies.
Eo Tyr: Lately, Lor Ul has been fascinated with what you mortals call “scrips,” but sweet Aenc Ose will be happy to take your shiny coin just the same. Oh, what fun we shall have! I can hardly wait to get started.
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

Stand Tool, My Friend

2026-04-24T02:02:09Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = Stand Tool, My Friend
| description = The final enhancements to the splendorous tools are within reach. ※Changing classes or jobs will prevent progress during this quest.
| image = stand tool, my friend1.png
| quest-giver = Chora-Zoi
| related-npcs = Grenoldt; Quinnana
| location = The Crystarium
| location-x = 10.5
| location-y = 7.7
| type = repfeature
| quest-line = Splendorous Tools Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Records of Unusual Endeavors Quests
| journal-genre = Splendorous Tools Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| requirements =
| req-items = 1 Vrandtic Visionary's Saw, 1 Vrandtic Visionary's Cross-pein Hammer, 1 Vrandtic Visionary's Raising Hammer, 1 Vrandtic Visionary's Mallet, 1 Vrandtic Visionary's Round Knife, 1 Vrandtic Visionary's Needle, 1 Vrandtic Visionary's Alembic, 1 Vrandtic Visionary's Frypan, 1 Vrandtic Visionary's Pickaxe, 1 Vrandtic Visionary's Hatchet, 1 Vrandtic Visionary's Fishing Rod, 60 Nightforged Carpenter's Component, 60 Nightforged Blacksmith's Component, 60 Nightforged Armorer's Component, 60 Nightforged Goldsmith's Component, 60 Nightforged Leatherworker's Component, 60 Nightforged Weaver's Component, 60 Nightforged Alchemist's Component, 60 Nightforged Culinarian's Component, 220 Nightforged Miner's Component, 220 Nightforged Ice Cluster, 220 Nightforged Botanist's Component, 220 Nightforged Water Cluster, 170 Nightforged Fisher's Component
| exp = 0
| gil = 0
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = A Tool for the Ages
| next-quest = Dearly Bekettled
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.51
| id-gt = 70340
| id-edb = e74cc68dd59
}}

==Rewards==
'''Depending on [[class]]:'''
* {{item reward|1|Lodestar Saw}}
* {{item reward|1|Lodestar Cross-pein Hammer}}
* {{item reward|1|Lodestar Raising Hammer}}
* {{item reward|1|Lodestar Mallet}}
* {{item reward|1|Lodestar Round Knife}}
* {{item reward|1|Lodestar Needle}}
* {{item reward|1|Lodestar Alembic}}
* {{item reward|1|Lodestar Frypan}}
* {{item reward|1|Lodestar Pickaxe}}
* {{item reward|1|Lodestar Hatchet}}
* {{item reward|1|Lodestar Fishing Rod}}

==Walkthrough==
{{main|Splendorous Tools}}

==Steps==
*[[Carpenter|CRP]]: With [[Vrandtic Visionary's Saw]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 60 [[Nightforged Carpenter's Component]] to [[Chora-Zoi]].
*[[Blacksmith|BSM]]: With [[Vrandtic Visionary's Cross-pein Hammer]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 60 [[Nightforged Blacksmith's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Armorer|ARM]]: With [[Vrandtic Visionary's Raising Hammer]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 60 [[Nightforged Armorer's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Goldsmith|GSM]]: With [[Vrandtic Visionary's Mallet]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 60 [[Nightforged Goldsmith's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Leatherworker|LTW]]: With [[Vrandtic Visionary's Round Knife]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 60 [[Nightforged Leatherworker's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Weaver|WVR]]: With [[Vrandtic Visionary's Needle]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 60 [[Nightforged Weaver's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Alchemist|ALC]]: With [[Vrandtic Visionary's Alembic]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 60 [[Nightforged Alchemist's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Culinarian|CUL]]: With [[Vrandtic Visionary's Frypan]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 60 [[Nightforged Culinarian's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Miner|MIN]]: With [[Vrandtic Visionary's Pickaxe]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 220 [[Nightforged Miner's Component]] and 220 [[Nightforged Ice Cluster]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Botanist|BTN]]: With [[Vrandtic Visionary's Hatchet]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 220 [[Nightforged Botanist's Component]] and 220 [[Nightforged Water Cluster]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Fisher|FSH]]: With [[Vrandtic Visionary's Fishing Rod]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 170 [[Nightforged Fisher's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.

==Journal==
*The final enhancements to the splendorous tools are within reach.
※Changing classes or jobs will prevent progress during this quest.

*Chora-Zoi regards you with a glimmer of ambition in her eyes─she is eager to report that one more spark of potential lies dormant within your splendorous tool. Marking this discovery as the sign of a master smithy, Grenoldt is confident that Chora-Zoi will perfect the tools they have striven to complete, and the latter bids you aid them one final time to collect the trade goods they require.

※Please note that you may not proceed with a class or job that is different from when you accepted this quest.

*With the last batch of components and your tool in hand, Chora-Zoi rushes to the forge with Grenoldt. In moments, she presents to you the culmination of your combined efforts─a true beacon of hope that shines like a guiding star as you hold it up towards the skies. Though Chora-Zoi is disheartened at the thought of your splendorous endeavors coming to an end, Grenoldt reassures her that there is still much to be done for the Boutique, and the two resolve to continue their collaborative works that they might share their prosperity with all of Norvrandt.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
System: Please note that upon completing the quest “Stand Tool, My Friend,” you will receive an upgraded splendorous tool for your current class of [Job].

Question: What will you do?

> Undertake this quest as another class.
> Undertake this quest as {{alternatives|an [Job]|a [Job]}}.
---

System: Be advised that once you undertake this quest, you may not proceed with a class or job that is different from when you accepted it.
System: Please ensure that you have changed to your desired class before speaking with Chora-Zoi.
System: In order to receive the quest “Stand Tool, My Friend” you must have [*] equipped, in your Armoury Chest, or in your inventory.
System: You have already received [*]. Please change to a different class and speak to Chora-Zoi again.

Chora-Zoi: How are you enjoying the new tool, [Forename]? It's an impressive piece, if I do say so myself! To think my own hands could forge something that might potentially revolutionize our work... It's exhilarating, really!
Chora-Zoi: I won't deny it took a great deal of effort to reach this point, and we should be proud of how far we've come... But after reflecting on our progress thus far, I believe there may be a way to improve your tool one final time!

Grenoldt: Hah! Figured it out, did ye? At this rate, I reckon ye won't need much guidance.
Grenoldt: I've taught ye all I know, Miss Chora-Zoi... Ye've become a true master o' the craft, an' I'm certain ye'll guide us to unfathomable heights!

Chora-Zoi: I will, Master Grenoldt! Just you watch!
Chora-Zoi: What do you say, [Forename]? Keen to aid us on our final splendorous endeavor?
Chora-Zoi: Looking to add that final spark of inspiration to another splendorous tool? Well, I won't say no to that!
Chora-Zoi: To complete this tool, we'll need—yes, you guessed it—the finest components that Mistress Qeshi-Trao can provide. Specifically, [*]!
Chora-Zoi: And if we're to obtain those components, we'll need you to craft the finest trade goods Norvrandt has to offer. A shipment of {{alternatives|Connoisseur's Shishi-odoshi|Connoisseur's Retainer Bell|Connoisseur's Marching Horn|Connoisseur's Marble Fountain|Connoisseur's Leather Jacket|Connoisseur's Fat Cat Sofa|Connoisseur's Tincture of Vitality|Connoisseur's Chili Crab}} should be enough to satisfy the Boutique!
Chora-Zoi: To complete this tool, we'll need—yes, you guessed it—the finest components that Mistress Qeshi-Trao can provide. Specifically, [*] and [*]!
Chora-Zoi: And if we're to obtain those components, we'll need you to gather the finest trade goods Norvrandt has to offer. A shipment of {{alternatives|Connoisseur's Raw Onyx|Connoisseur's Glimshroom}} should be enough to satisfy the Boutique!
Chora-Zoi: To complete this tool, we'll need—yes, you guessed it—the finest components Qeshi-Trao and the Boutique can provide. Specifically, [*]!
Chora-Zoi: And if we're to obtain those components, we'll need you to haul up the finest fish Norvrandt has to offer. A shipment of Little Bounty or Saint Fathric's Face should be enough to satisfy the Boutique!
Chora-Zoi: As a reminder, aetherial reduction is always an option while you're out procuring trade goods! Your aetherially reduced components are equally valuable to the project.
Chora-Zoi: Last but not least, do remember to keep that splendorous tool in hand as you work! This final step will require a good deal of fine-tuning, and we'll want to observe how the tool reacts to prolonged use.
Chora-Zoi: You can deliver your wares straight to Quinnana, and she'll provide us the components we seek from her usual stock. Any questions? Please direct them to Master Grenoldt!
Chora-Zoi: Your tool has been on quite the journey, and it would be my honor to upgrade it one last time. Simply hand it over with the required components when you're ready, and we'll be on our way to perfection!

System: Present Chora-Zoi with your Vrandtic visionary's tool and the requisite materials to receive an upgraded version.
System: Nightforged components can be obtained by delivering selected trade goods to Quinnana at Grenoldt's workbench near the Crystalline Mean.
System: Gatherers may also obtain nightforged components by using aetherial reduction on the applicable trade goods.
System: In order to use aetherial reduction, you must first complete the quest “No Longer a Collectable.”
System: To craft the necessary trade goods, open the '''Crafting Log''', followed by '''Special Recipes''' from within the requisite crafting discipline. Next, select '''Sidequests''', then lastly '''Splendorous Tools''' to locate applicable recipes.
System: Please note that select crafting materials can be purchased with scrips, and that you must have your Vrandtic visionary's tool equipped when crafting.
System: The trade goods in question can be found in the '''Splendorous Tools''' section of the '''Gathering Log'''.
System: Please note that you must have your Vrandtic visionary's tool equipped when gathering.
System: Catching fish suitable for trade goods requires the use of specialized bait balls. This bait can be obtained from Quinnana in exchange for scrips.
System: Please note that you must have your Vrandtic visionary's tool equipped when fishing.
System: Furthermore, if an applicable fish is caught with Fisher's Intuition, it will yield more components than usual.
System: When making your final delivery to Chora-Zoi, the tool to be upgraded should be placed in your inventory or Armoury Chest, and not equipped.

Grenoldt: Summat confusin' ye? Just make sure to use yer Vrandtic visionary's tool to prepare the trade goods for barter.
Grenoldt: Deliver said goods to Quinnana, an' she'll exchange them for the rare materials we need. Once ye've got enough, drop the lot on Chora-Zoi so's she can get on with the improvements. Simple, eh?

System: Present Chora-Zoi with your Vrandtic visionary's tool and the requisite materials to receive an upgraded version.
System: Nightforged components can be obtained by delivering selected trade goods to Quinnana at Grenoldt's workbench near the Crystalline Mean.
System: To craft the necessary trade goods, open the '''Crafting Log''', followed by '''Special Recipes''' from within the requisite crafting discipline. Next, select '''Sidequests''', then lastly '''Splendorous Tools''' to locate applicable recipes.
System: Please note that the selected crafting materials can be purchased with scrips, and that you must have your Vrandtic visionary's tool equipped when crafting.
System: The trade goods in question can be found in the '''Splendorous Tools''' section of the '''Gathering Log'''.
System: Please note that you must have your Vrandtic visionary's tool equipped when gathering.
System: Catching fish suitable for trade goods requires the use of specialized bait balls. This bait can be obtained from Quinnana in exchange for scrips.
System: Please note that you must have your Vrandtic visionary's tool equipped when fishing.
System: Furthermore, if an applicable fish is caught with Fisher's Intuition, it will yield more components than usual.
System: When making your final delivery to Chora-Zoi, the tool to be upgraded should be placed in your inventory or Armoury Chest, and not equipped.

Chora-Zoi: Outstanding work, [Forename]! No mountain of components is too high for you to conquer!
Chora-Zoi: Now, I imagine that's all quite heavy, so if you could pass those along with your tool...
Chora-Zoi: Many thanks! I...I suppose this is it, then. One last, glorious step towards Mistress Mowen's beacon of hope—and my final collaboration with Master Grenoldt.
Chora-Zoi: Bittersweet, isn't it? We've had such a wonderful time together...but all good things must come to an end. This tool is our greatest achievement, and I mean to utilize every lesson I've learned to ensure it remains that way.
Chora-Zoi: Let's see... Everything appears to be in order! I've had the fires ready to forge at a moment's notice, so sit tight and we'll have the finishing touches completed in no time.
Chora-Zoi: <pant> <pant> ...Our tool must embody perfection. It must define us and inspire us—as artisans and providers, masters and apprentices—it must allow us to reach for the very stars and take hold of new opportunities!
Chora-Zoi: It must be everything we've ever been proud of. Every splendorous kettle, every crystalline rarity and brilliant friendship and visionary word... This is the epitome of our struggles and our triumphs. This is who we are!
Chora-Zoi: Now for the final coat of oil... To those who have taught me, and to those who I might one day teach in return, let this serve as our lodestar—our eternal guide through the night!
Chora-Zoi: Finally... It's really, truly complete! This tool is everything we've ever dreamed of and so much more!

Grenoldt: Aye, the gods themselves would envy a tool like this! Go on then, [Forename]. Yer about to hold a piece o' history, so raise it up for the world to see!

Chora-Zoi: Ahem! Allow me to present [*], our collaborative magnum opus!
Chora-Zoi: I can't think of anyone more fit to use it than you, [Forename]. You've been a cornerstone of this endeavor from the very first, so I hope you'll accept this tool not only as a product of our hard work, but as a token of our boundless gratitude!
Chora-Zoi: And with that, our project has reached completion. We've accomplished so much... I can't begin to express how thankful I am for this opportunity.

Grenoldt: Ye made us all proud, Miss Chora-Zoi...an' don't ye ever go forgettin' how ye feel in this moment. Ye've earned every bit o' the glory.
Grenoldt: That immaculate tool sittin' in [Forename]'s hands is proof o' yer unflaggin' dedication to yer craft.
Grenoldt: Workin' with the two of ye was an experience worth more'n me finest kettle, an' I wouldn't trade it for the bleedin' world. I s'pose after all this time, that's what I truly craved from the process—to share me greatest accomplishments with someone who ain't a sea slug.

Chora-Zoi: What will you do after we present this tool to Mistress Mowen? Y-You're not planning on leaving the Crystarium again, are you!?

Grenoldt: Hah! Ye don't need to worry yerself about that... The finished tool may mark the end o' the enhancement process, but we've still got plenty o' work ahead of us.
Grenoldt: We can't very well turn the trades on their heads if we don't make summat to share with the Boutique, now, can we? That, lass, is bound to be a whole new journey unto itself!
Grenoldt: An' on that journey, I'll need more'n just a quiet place to hone me skills—I'll need somewhere I can share me ideas, an' a colleague to help me develop 'em. I can think o' no better smitty to work with than you, Miss Chora-Zoi.

Chora-Zoi: <sob> Y-You're the best mentor I could've asked for, Master Grenoldt...!
Chora-Zoi: Another masterwork complete! I'm proud to present you with your finished tool, [*]! Now, I think you know what comes next—hold it up for all to see!
Chora-Zoi: Words can't express how grateful we are for your efforts, [Forename]...but I hope this tool conveys the message just as well! And if you need a hand with any of your other tools, you know where to find us!
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

Of Price and Ruin

2026-04-24T02:02:08Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = Of Price and Ruin
| description = Tsubaki has good news to report.
| image =
| quest-giver = Tsubaki
| related-npcs = Hancock
| location = Kugane
| location-x = 8.9
| location-y = 8.8
| type = side
| quest-line = Variant Dungeons Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Records of Unusual Endeavors Quests
| journal-genre = Variant Dungeons Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| requirements = {{i|Mount Rokkon}}, Note 12 from [[Mount Rokkon]]
| req-items =
| exp = 0
| gil = 829
| reward1 = 3 Konpeito
| unlocks = ach A Tale Of Two Orphans, ngp Mount Rokkon (New Game+)
| prev-quest = Mononoke Aware
| next-quest =
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.45
| id-gt = 70270
| id-edb = 9a4f2e0d49d
}}
==Steps==
*Wait at the specified location.

*Speak with Tsubaki.

==Journal==
*Tsubaki has good news to report.

==Dialogue==
{{section-stub|quest|reason=Dialogue, related-npcs and cutscene-npcs need review}}

{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Tsubaki: Ah, {{alternatives|Mistress|Master}} [Forename]. Might I have a moment of your time?
Tsubaki: Upon learning that the tsukumogami of the accursed pipe had been slain, Lord Uzumibi dispatched a party of soldiers to survey Mount Rokkon. I am pleased to report that they returned without a single casualty.
Tsubaki: My lord and his soldiers learned much from their survey of the temple, and I thought it prudent to share these findings with Master Hancock. 'Twas my expectation that he would be pleased, but his reaction was...rather difficult for me to assess. He also requested that I notify him the moment you arrive.
Tsubaki: If you would kindly make your way to Rakusui Gardens, I can send word for him to meet you there.
Tsubaki: Once your conversation is concluded, pray seek me out here. 'Tis not much, I'm afraid, but I have prepared a reward for your service.
Tsubaki: I shall inform Master Hancock of your arrival—you need only make for Rakusui Gardens.

Hancock: Apologies for the sudden summons. You will have heard from Mistress Tsubaki that Lord Uzumibi's men returned safely, their expedition a rousing success...but it is the implications of their findings that I wish to discuss.
Hancock: Shall we sit? I couldn't possibly allow this perfectly good bench to go to waste.
Hancock: During their survey of the temple, the soldiers recovered a curious journal. Upon closer inspection, they realized it had belonged to Gorai, who had documented nearly half of his life in meticulous detail.
Hancock: Born into an impoverished family, young Gorai was cast aside by his parents. He spent his youth as a beggar, struggling to survive on his own until the monks of Shojo Temple welcomed him into their brotherhood.
Hancock: 'Twas these formative hardships that fueled his fixation on wealth as an adult. The security and comfort of these valuable objects promised that which he had long been denied.
Hancock: I cannot help but sympathize, for his story is, in many respects, a mirror to my own.
Hancock: 'Tis a terrible curse, poverty—one I would not wish upon my worst enemy. In my youth I eked out a living in the backstreets of Ul'dah, until Chairman Lolorito took me under his wing. Thus did I begin to build my fortune, that I need never again know penury's shame.
Hancock: In like spirit, Gorai amassed a veritable mountain of treasures, among them his most beloved pipe. It was unique, he wrote, in its power to grant its owner both the most blessed of fortunes—and most calamitous of fates.
Hancock: Perhaps, when he first held it in his hands, it was indeed a blessing unlike any he had ever known. Alas, his fate speaks for itself...

Question: What will you say?

> Might I suggest you part ways with the pipe that may have been his downfall?
> He was a pious man, but greed was his god.
---

Hancock: Ever the sensible one. Gorai and I may have both had a tragic childhood, but I assure you, I have not let mine define me. If needs must, I am more than capable of writing off poor investments.
Hancock: A false idol, indeed. I can hardly deny the appeal of wealth—I am a merchant, after all—but nor do I seek to snatch gold from the Traders' balance. Avarice, like all things, has its price.
Hancock: ...'Tis not often that I allow myself to speak of personal matters. Though I suppose if I absolutely must confide in another, it may as well be the Warrior of Light.
Hancock: Of the many lessons Chairman Lolorito has taught me over the years, there is one tenet that towers above them all: “The value of a gil is what you make of it.”
Hancock: If you invest a hundred gil, you may come to possess two hundred, or even two hundred thousand. But if hoarded in perpetuity or squandered on ephemeral pleasures, your coinpurse may as well be empty.
Hancock: Too many grow consumed by the pursuit of wealth for the sake of it, forgetting that is merely a means to an end. Wealth without purpose makes poor men of us all.
Hancock: Consider our much-humbled pipe. As an end in itself, it was the source of much misfortune. Yet as a story, it may serve a nobler purpose.
Hancock: My humble ambition is to share such treasures with the world, that all might reflect upon their histories.
Hancock: This star has so many stories to tell—stories of myriad peoples and cultures. If my exhibits inspire others to seek out and learn them, as the ukiyo-e print in the chairman's offices once inspired me, there would be no greater joy.
Hancock: Cultural—and financial—exchange can thus see us all enriched. Arts and artisans across the star will be driven to create, and their works treated as the cultural treasures they are for generations to come. Imagine!
Hancock: If ever the opportunity arises to petition your aid in this grand dream of mine once more, I should be glad for your assistance. Until then, my friend, I wish you well.

Tsubaki: There you are, {{alternatives|Mistress|Master}} [Forename].
Tsubaki: By your demeanor, I gather that all is well with Master Hancock?
Tsubaki: I am pleased to hear it. I had feared that my most recent report had upset him in some way, but I am relieved to know that was not the case.
Tsubaki: Allow me to express my gratitude once more on behalf of Lord Uzumibi. We are most glad to count you and Master Hancock among our allies, and your service to our people shall not soon be forgotten.
Tsubaki: As I previously mentioned, I have prepared a small gift as thanks for your aid. These confections are famous in Kugane, and beloved by children and adults alike.
Tsubaki: I must of course express my gratitude to Master Hancock as well, so permit me to take my leave of you.
Tsubaki: Should we meet again, I pray it be under more auspicious circumstances. Safe journeys, my friend, and may the kami keep you.
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

No Love Lost

2026-04-24T02:02:07Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Limited Time Event Ended
| startdate = February 8, 2022
| enddate = February 21, 2022
| description1 = ''See also'': [[Valentione's Day (2022)]]
}}
{{Quest infobox
| description = [[Lisette de Valentione]] has her mitts full this Valentione's Day. ※This quest is available for a limited time only.
| image = No Love Lost.png
| quest-giver = Lisette de Valentione
| related-npcs = Astrid; Friendly Chocobo; Kupka Kupp; Loitering Carpenter; Loitering Lad (No Love Lost); Loitering Lady; Pukty Piko
| location = Old Gridania
| location-x = 10.2
| location-y = 9.4
| type = sidequest
| quest-line = Valentione's Day (2022)
| journal-section = Other Quests
| journal-category = Seasonal Events Quests
| journal-genre = Valentione's Day (2022)
| level = 15
| exp = 1440
| gil =
| req-quest =
| next-quest = Love's Labors
| req-items =
| unlocks =
| patch = 6.08
| release = endwalker
| id-gt = 70001
| id-edb = 62975f3b845
}}
==Steps==
* Speak with [[Pukty Piko]] near the [[Carpenters' Guild]].
* Speak with Pukty Piko near the [[Botanists' Guild]].
* Speak with Pukty Piko.
* Speak with Pukty Piko again.
* Report to [[Kupka Kupp]].

==Journal==
*Lisette de Valentione has her mitts full this Valentione's Day.
**※This quest is available for a limited time only.

*Kupka Kupp, emissary of ardor and affection, finds himself overtaxed this Valentione's Day. To aid in his deliveries, his postmoogle betters have provided him with a fledgling courier by the name of Pukty Piko who, unfortunately, is ignorant in the ways of the heart. This postmoogle's cynicism is so dire, in fact, it threatens to spoil these romantic festivities entirely. To rectify the situation, Lisette takes it upon herself to enlist both you and Astrid in the aid of this hopeless moogle. The two of you are to accompany Pukty as she makes her rounds, all the while instructing her in the myriad meanings of love. Having assented to this scheme, the postmoogle and her chocobo companion make for their first delivery at the Carpenters' Guild, where she awaits you.
**※Please note that you will be unable to complete this quest after the seasonal event has ended. For details, please check the Lodestone.

*Upon your arrival, you discover that the recipient of the parcel is out on an errand. Pukty Piko, eager to get on with her other assignments, is only moments away from dropping the package right where she floats, but is successfully stopped by both you and Astrid. You convince the moogle that the gift must be hand-delivered, so you set off for the Botanists' Guild, where you blindly assume the carpenter has gone.

*As predicted, you find the carpenter at the Botanists' Guild, where Pukty Piko at last makes good on the delivery. The once-surly man thanks you profusely, which leaves Pukty Piko perplexed: why such gratitude over a mere delivery? Astrid explains that joy, in all its forms, is meant to be shared with others, and that the man chose to impart some of his happiness to those who delivered his gift. The postmoogle appears receptive to this first lesson in love, and you set off for the next delivery at the Whistling Miller.

*Pukty Piko is shocked to find that her second parcel, delivered to an anxious girl, contained nothing more than rosy seashells and a simple card. The recipient, however, is overjoyed at the gift─an assurance of safety from a friend adventuring abroad, from whom she had been eagerly awaiting news. Pukty Piko thus learns that each person has their own unique way of sharing love and affection.

*The third parcel, delivered to a man at Apkallu Falls, is a pair of earrings from Ul'dah intended as a birthday gift. The customer's excitement is palpable as he explains his desire to see his wife happy on her special day and share their remaining years together. His gratitude also inspires a strange sensation in Pukty Piko─which Astrid is pleased to inform her is none other than a form of love. With all three deliveries fulfilled and the moogle's inner life enriched, the time has come to return to Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre.

*Kupka Kupp is ecstatic to hear of Pukty Piko's progress and to watch her blossom into the dutiful postmoogle of penned passions she was always meant to be. Bolstered by the steady growth his protégée has displayed, he admits he has another task for you all, one of a slightly more delicate nature.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
LISETTE: 'Tis the season of ardor and affection, and romance is thick upon the air! I, Lisette of House Valentione, entreat you, dearest one, to breathe deep and take love's richness—its cloying, rosy radiance—into your bosom!
LISETTE: Hold now a moment, traveler. This face... Yes, I know it well! You are love's humblest servant. Ardor and adoration's foremost champion! Ah, what a delight it is to see you once again, and in such bless'd times as these.
LISETTE: Alas! Every rose has its thorns, and even this fairest of seasons is not without its trials. Indeed—trouble is afoot, and it threatens the hearts of all in this realm!

Astrid: Do you recall a moogle by the name of Kupka Kupp? Self-styled “munificent maestro of the myriad matters of the heart”? Heart-shaped pom? Ring any bells? Ah, excellent, for these woes we speak of are, specifically, his.
Astrid: A fellow of ours, a moogle well-versed in the myriad matters of the heart, has found himself in quite the quagmire! The sweet thing of which we speak goes by the name of Kupka Kupp, and is an emissary of penned passions and all such billets-doux.
Astrid: Valentione's Day is a joyous occasion, but not always so for those who acquit themselves as postmoogles of the realm. Kupka Kupp has his poor paws full delivering heartwarming missives far and wide, hither and thither. Though he would never admit it, I fear he's at wits' end.

LISETTE: But you, benevolent adventurer that you are, can provide precisely what our hirsute herald requires oh-so desperately! Pray, lend Kupka Kupp your talents and retrieve him from the edge whereupon his wits now teeter so precariously!

Question: What will you say?

> A working adventurer is a happy adventurer!
> If I must.
---

Astrid: Marvelous! You are a hero through and through. Kupka Kupp will be so relieved. I shall fetch him at once!

KUPUKAKOPP: Why, could it be...? So it is! [Forename]! Returned again this year to aid us in another Valentione's Day celebration, have you? Once an emissary of love, always an emissary of love, kupo!
KUPUKAKOPP: Ah! Why, yours is a face I know well. No introduction necessary, friends, for so renowned are you that I feel as if I have known you all my life. My postmoogle compatriots speak of your derring-do almost nightly, kupo. How they will bristle into puff balls when I tell them we are acquainted!
KUPUKAKOPP: Now then, I hear from Astrid that you would help me in my hour of need, for which I am most grateful. However, it is not the work itself that vexes me, but rather a colleague of mine—a clueless courier newly inducted into our vocation.
KUPUKAKOPP: Every Valentione's Day we emissaries are overtaxed, and this season has proven no exception. I had hoped to nip this issue in the bud by petitioning the deputy postmoogle for a helping paw or two. He obliged, but has sent someone altogether worthless...an undisciplined tyro!
KUPUKAKOPP: To make matters worse, the daft thing is painfully ignorant in the ways of the heart. You should hear the way she speaks to the clientele—“What an ugly gift. Love ''must'' be blind,” and such nonsense. Left to her own devices, I fear she will ruin Valentione's Day, kupo!
KUPUKAKOPP: “Give the girl the axe,” you cry! The impulse is very much with me, I assure you, but I can't rightly turn away the very assistance for which I begged. I would come across as the most wretched ingrate to ever have wings. Yet I haven't the time to train her, let alone the patience!

LISETTE: Fret not, our harried herald! You are right to have sought our help, for I have come upon the cleverest of solutions to your predicament. We shall enlist the help of our doughty adventurer and House Valentione's very own Astrid to accompany said callous courier.
LISETTE: You cannot be surprised at my suggestion. 'Tis a most natural fit! [Forename], so skilled in so many subjects, will teach your assistant the delicate art of the post, while Astrid shall instruct the moogle in the ways of ardor and adoration. There! A splendid plan if I do say so myself.

KUPUKAKOPP: Are you both sure you are up for the task? It isn't too great a bother?
KUPUKAKOPP: What a seasonable relief indeed, kupo! I shall bring her to you at once, for there is not a moment to lose!
KUPUKAKOPP: May I introduce to you my fledgling postmoogle charge, Pukty Piko, and her loyal chocobo, erm... Oh dear, this is rather awkward. I confess your friend's name has slipped my mind, kupo!

Pukty Piko: Salutations one and all! As for my chocobo, his name can't have slipped your mind—because he hasn't one. I refer to him simply as “my partner dear,” or when I'm feeling particularly silly, “bird.”
Pukty Piko: Many an acquaintance of mine has attempted to provide him a name or two, but none of them ever stick. Or should I say, I always forget them? In any case, you may call him whatever you like. It makes no difference, least of all to him.

BUDDYCHOCOBO: Kweh, kweh!♪

KUPUKAKOPP: Y-Yes, well, be that as it may, I have tasked Pukty Piko with three deliveries, all of which I would ask you to join her on.

Pukty Piko: These two are to accompany me? Very well. Who am I to turn away...whoever you are. Our first stop is the Carpenters' Guild—bird and I shall await you there.

LISETTE: How fortunate Pukty Piko is to be joined by emissaries such as you and Astrid. For what better pair than you and she to teach a poor, benighted postmoogle the ways of ardor and affection—the pathways of the heart and soul!

KUPUKAKOPP: I've my own deliveries to attend to, I'm afraid, and cannot see this through to its conclusion. Know that all my thoughts and prayers go with you, though. Best of luck, kupo!

Astrid: Let's see how Pukty Piko acquits herself. Surely she can't be so terrible as Kupka described.

Pukty Piko: Oh, the recipient is out on an errand or some such. A pity. As for the parcel, well...since no one is available to take it, I say we just leave it any old place. There are other assignments to be getting on with, after all.

Astrid: I say, now hold there a moment! I am no postmoogle, granted, but merely abandoning a package like this before a door seems a touch disrespectful, does it not? What we have here is a gift, an item crafted with love and care! It deserves to be treated as such. Who is this from, exactly?

Pukty Piko: A young woman, if memory serves. Daughter to the man meant to receive this. Oh yes, and there was something about her training at the Culinarians' Guild, I think? My memory is hazy.

Question: What will you say?

> We ought to make the delivery in person.
> We wouldn't want anyone to steal the parcel.
---

Pukty Piko: Hmmm, you make an interesting point.

Astrid: The man is out on an errand, yes? And since he is with the Carpenters' Guild, it stands to reason he is out collecting lumber, and from the Botanists' Guild like as not. We shall start our search there, for a Valentione's Day gift must be delivered straight into the recipient's hands.
Astrid: I believe we have found the man to whom the package was intended.

RESIDENTSA04465: Yes, what is it?

Pukty Piko: A delivery for you, sir. You weren't at the guild when we came calling, so we took the liberty of tracking you down.

RESIDENTSA04465: All right, give it here, then. ...Oh, what's all this? Valentione's Day chocolate? Now this is a surprise.
RESIDENTSA04465: My daughter's an apprentice in the Culinarians' Guild, you see. I'd heard she'd been selected to make the chocolates for the festivities this year, but I certainly didn't expect to receive any myself!

Astrid: And how wonderful that you did! It is not every day one's daughter is accorded the honor of crafting such a beloved confectionery. She must be quite the culinarian.

RESIDENTSA04465: That she is. My pride and joy, that girl. What a pleasant surprise this package was. Certainly made my day! I can't thank you enough for bringing it all the way out to me like you have. I'll never forget this kindness.

Pukty Piko: Goodness... Seems like a bit of an overreaction to being handed some food, doesn't it?

Question: What will you say?

> He appreciated that we delivered it with care.
> That's what savvy postmoogles call “customer satisfaction, kupo”!
---

Astrid: Agreed. There is a lesson to be learned here, Pukty. Joy is not meant to be kept to oneself—it is a feeling that yearns to be shared. And we played a part in bringing him happiness, so it is little wonder that he wished to share his felicity with us.

Pukty Piko: So, joy is meant to be shared? Hmmm... Well, when you put it that way, I suppose that's not so foreign a concept. When something makes me smile or laugh, I do tend to talk my companion's ear off about it, and I'm often made the happier for it!

BUDDYCHOCOBO@Bird: Kweh!

Pukty Piko: But enough about that—time is wasting! Best be off on our next delivery. The recipient awaits at the Whistling Miller, by the looks of it.

Astrid: I'm slightly concerned for our fair recipient. She appears to be in a state.

RESIDENTSB04465: I wonder...how are you doing, wherever you are? I wish I could hear of your travels, your adventures. It's been ages since I last had word from you.

Pukty Piko: Pardon me, but I've a delivery for you, ma'am.

RESIDENTSB04465: For me? Oh, it's from one of my dearest companions. And look what they've sent. Pink seashells! Are they not extraordinary? Look at their vibrancy. Ah, and a card. “Happy Valentione's Day.” How delightful.

Pukty Piko: Shells? Empty ones? You can't even eat those. At least the other fellow received chocolate...

Astrid: P-Pukty! That is abominably rude! You must forgive our friend here. She is not accustomed to deliveries such as these.

RESIDENTSB04465: There's nothing to forgive, I assure you. I could hardly be upset after receiving a gift like this, and from a loved one I've not seen in quite some time.
RESIDENTSB04465: My friend, you see, is an adventurer in their own right. They enjoy being cryptic, though, and never outright tell me where they have been. Rather, they make me guess by dropping hints in the form of curiosities such as these.
RESIDENTSB04465: What a blessing this parcel is. I was only just wondering how they were faring and where their journeys had brought them. Thank you, Ms. Postmoogle. You have brightened my day!

Pukty Piko: Love is a mystery, indeed. And a funny one at that.

Astrid: It is my pleasure to tell you, Pukty, that love is a many-splendored thing, and we each have our own unique way of expressing it. The friendship between that girl and her adventurer companion is a perfect example. That gift, which appeared mere frippery to you, was a treasure in her eyes!

Question: What will you say?

> It's important for adventurers to check in with their loved ones.
> Perhaps her friend is in La Noscea.

> Perhaps her friend is traveling the Ruby Sea.
---

Astrid: It is oft said that no news is good news, but I very much doubt that to be the case for those in your line of work.
Astrid: I suspect you may be right. Outside of a few specialty traders, seashells of that quality and color cannot be easily found in the landlocked regions of the realm, after all.

Pukty Piko: So you mean to say...this was her friend's way of telling that young woman that all is well? Their way of assuaging any worries she might be harboring about their safety? Hmmm, how fascinating.
Pukty Piko: To be sure, were I to be separated from my bird here by expansive seas or vast mountain ranges, I'd like to hear from him, from time to time. Perhaps not every day. That would be irksome. But...to know that he's in good health would be not altogether disagreeable, I suppose.
Pukty Piko: Anywho, no sense in losing ourselves in thought, not when a parcel sits burning a hole in my satchel, kupo! Our next delivery takes us to Apkallu Falls. Let's away!

Astrid: This will be our third and final delivery of the day. Goodness, I don't know how these moogles do it!

RESIDENTSC04465: Really, they ought to be here by now. Don't tell me my gift has fallen afoul of bandits on its journey here!

Pukty Piko: Greetings, sir. I have for you here a parcel from one of Ul'dah's preeminent art dealers, kupo!

RESIDENTSC04465: At last! Her earrings, they've arrived! ...Goodness gracious. How stunning they are. This craftsmanship, this meticulous attention to detail! I couldn't have hoped for a better present for my wife. She'll be over the moon to receive them.
RESIDENTSC04465: Her birthday is coming up, you see, and I wanted to ensure her special day is just that. I've even given Kupka Kupp's pom a vigorous pat—I hear tell that one touch is enough to bring a couple happiness for all their years to come. Let us hope so!
RESIDENTSC04465: You did well to bring these all the way out here without a scratch on them, you know. I'd begun to worry that by the time I received them, the poor things would be nothing more than scuffed, dented rocks. You've got a bright future ahead of you in the postal service, friend. Thank you.

Pukty Piko: Now this is odd. There's a flutter in my chest. A tickle in my stomach, kupo! Have I taken ill...or do compliments and words of gratitude always elicit this sort of response?

Astrid: Trust me when I say you are ''not'' ill, Pukty. That flutter you feel, those ticklish sensations you described? That is fondness—a form of love, indeed—and it was made manifest by that man's appreciation for what you provided.

Pukty Piko: Oh, so this love nonsense—why, it isn't nonsense at all, is it! It's quite wonderful, actually! I liken it to...that feeling when my bird and I settle down for an afternoon nap in the Twelveswood! When I tuck myself under his wing and we are warmed by the sunlight breaking through the trees.

Astrid: Perhaps you haven't mastered the concept entirely, but I do believe we are making strides in the right direction! You certainly seem more attuned to the ways of the heart than when we first made your acquaintance, at any rate.
Astrid: Now that all three parcels have reached the right hands, let us return to Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre. No doubt Kupka Kupp is anxious to know how Pukty fared.

LISETTE: Ah, our emissaries of ardor and affection are returned to us. I trust all is well in the hearts of the realm? Does the language of love still elude our perplexed postmoogle?

Pukty Piko: Though I can't say for certain, I believe I'm beginning to understand why everyone is always nattering on and on about this “love” business. Its mysteries are a little less, well, mysterious!

Astrid: Let us inform Kupka Kupp of our efforts. I am sure he is on pins and needles!

KUPUKAKOPP: Here they are, our agents of affection! Our heralds of the heart! Returned at last, and not before time, kupo! Tell me, how went your deliveries?

Astrid: Splendid, each and every one. The recipients were all thrilled to receive their parcels, and I'm pleased to say that Pukty Piko learned something along the way.

Pukty Piko: Yes, I do believe I did. Love is...well, it's quite a bit more complicated than I first imagined it to be. There are hidden depths to it, ones I didn't see before. I may not be an expert on the subject yet, but I would like to think my ignorance is not quite as dire as it once was.

KUPUKAKOPP: You are making progress, certainly! I am glad of it. And just so long as you did not offend anyone, I could not ask for more. Anywho, I am indebted to you, Astrid, [Forename]. You have spared at least three citizens of the realm from potential cruelty, however unintended it may have been!
KUPUKAKOPP: No, I am being too harsh. Pukty, you have shown a true, concerted effort to understand the labyrinthian complexities of the heart. And as a reward, I am inclined to set to you another task!
KUPUKAKOPP: For in truth, your work is not yet finished. Much more is there to be done this Valentione's Day, kupo! When you've the time, speak with me again, and I shall tell you all about it.
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No Butts About It

2026-04-24T02:02:06Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = No Butts About It
| description = Judging by P'yandih's relaxed demeanor, you are beginning to think guild management is easier than Martyn led you to believe.
| image = no butts about it1.png
| quest-giver = P'yandih
| related-npcs = Alaimbert; Gallant Nobleman; Martyn; Mirthful Noblewoman; Royse; Soft-spoken Noblewoman; Tournament Attendant
| location = Ul'dah - Steps of Thal
| location-x = 12.5
| location-y = 13.0
| type = feature
| quest-line =
| journal-section = Class & Job Quests
| journal-category = Disciple of Magic Job Quests
| journal-genre = Blue Mage Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job = Blue Mage
| level = 78
| requirements = Learn {{action icon|Rehydration}}
| req-items =
| exp = 56880
| gil = 1393
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Gridania's Most Wanted
| next-quest = A New Gold Standard
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.45
| id-gt = 70312
| id-edb = 23d084d2203
}}

==Walkthrough==
{{action icon|Rehydration}} is available via:
{{#lsth:Rehydration|[[Blue Mage Spells Learning Guide|Acquisition]]}}

==Steps==
*Speak with Martyn at the Holy Stables in Ishgard.

*Gather information at the Last Vigil.

*Speak with Martyn.

*Speak with the tournament attendant.

*Speak with Martyn.

*Speak with Martyn.

*Speak with Martyn in Ul'dah.

==Journal==
*Judging by P'yandih's relaxed demeanor, you are beginning to think guild management is easier than Martyn led you to believe.

*In the quest for your nemesis, Martyn has set his sights on the Holy See of Ishgard, and invites you to meet him there at the Holy Stables. Why he would choose such a peculiar location, only the Fury knows.

*You find Martyn at the Holy Stables, tending to its “bestest boy.” He explains that with the Dragonsong War ended, Ishgard's soldiers have been holding tournaments at the Lightfeather Proving Grounds to keep their lances sharp and skills honed. Regular spectators at the Last Vigil have doubtless seen enough tournament bouts to suggest a fighter worthy to be your nemesis. He bids you go ahead and wait for him there while he finishes his duties at the stable.

*You speak with several patrons at the Last Vigil, all of whom name the same tournament champion─Ser Alaimbert of the Spiked Butt. Perhaps Martyn has heard tell of other promising prospects.

*All roads lead back to Ser Alaimbert, but the question remains of whether he is indeed stronger than Martyn. As they are still taking entrants for the next upcoming tournament, your blue mage companion intends to find out.

*The tournament attendant regrettably informs you the tournament is restricted to lancers and dragoons. Fortunately, Ser Alaimbert happens to overhear the conversation and, being enthused by the prospect of fighting a mage, insists Martyn be allowed to participate in an exhibition match. With the matter settled, Martyn makes to prepare himself for battle.

*Martyn is beginning to believe Ser Alaimbert may be the one to best him, and prove himself worthy of being your nemesis. The revelation vexes him, because it would mean conceding defeat in full view of you, his dear protégé. The matter is compounded when the tournament attendant tells you both that the school of blue magic is strictly forbidden. But Martyn has come too far to back down, and so he steels himself as he enters the arena.

As one might expect, Ser Alaimbert is relentless, and without use of blue magic, Martyn quickly finds himself on the back foot. The situation seems dire as Ser Alaimbert readies to deal a finishing blow, but in a last-ditch effort to protect his pride, Martyn unleashes a series of devastating spells to seal a narrow victory.

*The dust settles, and you are surprised to find that Royse was in attendance for Martyn's spectacular display of magic. It was a bittersweet victory, however, because it proved that Ser Alaimbert was sadly unfit to be your nemesis. Or so it would seem. Now realizing Martyn is capable of wielding more than blue magic, she insists that he become the rival you have been searching for. He is understandably confused, but before he can form a convincing argument to refuse, she ushers you all back to Ul'dah to begin preparations.

*There is naught to do but wait until the Celestium is ready to host its newest attraction. To that end, Martyn bids you rest and prepare for what is to come.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
P'yandih: Back so soon? I can't imagine you've had time to master Rehydration since last we spoke. Let's speak again once you've finished your training, all right?

System: The next blue mage quest will be available from P'yandih upon learning Rehydration.

P'yandih: Well now, what have we here? You've the look of a {{alternatives|woman|man}} ready for battle. Which, I assume, means you've mastered Rehydration. Excellent.
P'yandih: And your timing could not be more fortuitous. Martyn has sent word that he's found promising prospects in Ishgard, and asks that you meet him there at once.
P'yandih: He went on to say you're likely to find him spending time at the Holy Stables. As for why Martyn would choose to make roost there, well... Some questions, I feel, are better left unanswered. But never mind that—you had best be on your way.
P'yandih: Something tells me I'd rather not know why he's biding his time at the stables, but that is neither here nor there. It wouldn't do to keep him waiting.

Martyn: Who's the bestest boy in the stable? You are! Yes you are!
Martyn: Oh, [Forename]! I-I didn't think you would be here so soon...
Martyn: Ahem. As you might've guessed, my coffers have all but run dry, so I've taken up work here at the Holy Stables.
Martyn: Would that there wasn't so much to do here. I've scarcely found time to take up the search for your nemesis. That's not to say I'm without any leads, mind you.
Martyn: With the Dragonsong War ended, I've been told there are scant few opportunities to practice or develop the art of the lance in actual battle.
Martyn: So, to keep their soldiers' skills honed and spears sharp, tournaments are bein' held at the Lightfeather Proving Grounds.
Martyn: Surely, a fighter worthy to be your nemesis could be forged in the flames of such combat.
Martyn: If we were to inquire at the Last Vigil, I'm sure some few there have spectated these matches at the very least.
Martyn: You go on ahead. I'll be with you after I, uh...finish my duties here in the stalls.
Martyn: Folks have been snickerin' ever since I stepped foot here, but I don't see what's so funny. My hat's not crooked, is it?

PATRICIANA04776: The fiercest of the tourney fighters?
PATRICIANA04776: You need look no further than Ser Alaimbert of the Spiked Butt. I daresay no challenger can endure the powerful thrusts of his lance.

PATRICIANB04776: If it is a test of mettle you desire, then I urge you to seek out Ser Alaimbert.
PATRICIANB04776: He is a knight without peer, and the very definition of a gentleman. Indeed, he graciously accepts any and all challengers.

PATRICIANC04776: The tourney champion? Surely, you know of Ser Alaimbert of the Spiked Butt?
PATRICIANC04776: One of Ishgard's finest dragoons, perhaps best known for his tireless efforts on our western border. He took to the tourneys, wishing to keep his skills sharp, and he has yet to be bested.

PATRICIANA04776: You would be hard-pressed to find a lance finer than that of Ser Alaimbert.

PATRICIANB04776: He is a knight whose strength at arms is matched only by his valor. If it is a challenge you seek, you could do worse than Ser Alaimbert.

PATRICIANC04776: Do you believe yourself capable of besting Ser Alaimbert? That would certainly be a sight to see.

Martyn: So, any promising prospects?
Martyn: No different than me, I see. No sooner did mention of the tourney slip my lips than they began singin' praises of this Ser Alaimbert.
Martyn: Clearly, he's the strongest fighter they have to offer, but there's still the question of whether he's stronger than me. Only one way to find out.
Martyn: As luck would have it, they're still acceptin' entries for the next tourney over in front of the provin' grounds. Let's go and have a look.
Martyn: Excuse me, sir, how might I go about entering the next tourney?

ATTENDANT04776: My apologies, but I cannot permit you to enter the tournament. I've no doubt a mage such as yourself would make a suitable challenger, but entry is reserved for lancers and dragoons only.

Martyn: What? You can't be serious!

ATTENDANT04776: I'm terribly sorry, but I do not make the rules. I merely enforce them.

Alaimbert@Dashing Dragoon: Is something the matter?

ATTENDANT04776: S-Ser Alaimbert! Er, this gentleman was seeking to join the upcoming tournament, but he lacks the proper qualifications...

Martyn: Ah, so you are the famed Ser Alaimbert. In my search for worthy opponents, I was told yours is the finest lance in all the Holy See. I would take your measure, and see the truth of these claims for myself.

Alaimbert: You've spirit, I'll give you that. All right... I accept your challenge.

ATTENDANT04776: But...but Ser Alaimbert.

Alaimbert: To be perfectly honest, I've grown weary of the same opponents day in and day out. This could prove to be a refreshing—and sorely needed—change of pace.
Alaimbert: Have him placed before the first match of the tournament, and lest anyone protest, simply call it an exhibition match. Something to whet the spectators' appetites.

ATTENDANT04776: Y-Yes, of course. Right away, sir.

Alaimbert: And what have we here?
Alaimbert: That I should have the privilege of standing face-to-face with the Warrior of Light. If you are interested, I should very much like to try my hand against you as well.

Question: What will you say?

> Perhaps another time.
> We fought before in western Coerthas, or don't you remember?
---

Alaimbert: Very well. If you should ever find yourself in western Coerthas with time to spare, I am always looking for a good sparring partner.
Alaimbert: Ah, so we did! Forgive me. I often find myself inundated with challengers, and have a bad habit of forgetting faces in the thick of battle.
Alaimbert: If I'm not mistaken, our contest was interrupted. All the more reason we should fight again soon. Until then.

ATTENDANT04776: Well, then. It would seem preparations for your ''exhibition match'' are in order. A summons will be issued when all is in readiness.

Martyn: I've a sneakin' suspicion my predicament may have gone overlooked if not for your company. One of the advantages of havin' a world-renowned protégé, I suppose.
Martyn: Now, I had best go and get ready!
Martyn: I'm startin' to believe Ser Alaimbert may be every bit the fighter people claim him to be. In which case...I may actually lose.
Martyn: I realize the whole purpose of this venture was to find someone worthy to be your nemesis. Someone who rivals even my own strength. And yet...
Martyn: The thought of losin' here, in front of you, ''disgusts'' me.
Martyn: Whenever I found myself outmatched, time and again, you were always there to put down the beasts that I couldn't.
Martyn: And though it fills me with joy to see you grow as a blue mage, I'm not without my pride—without limits to the shame I can bear.

Question: What will you say?

> You'll be fine. I believe in you.
> If you feel you can't afford to lose here, then don't.
---

Martyn: I've gotten myself into a right fine mess this time, haven't I? But then, how else are we to find your nemesis?

ATTENDANT04776: Your match is to begin shortly. Please make your final preparations and proceed to the gate.
ATTENDANT04776: But first, might I have your name? Or rather, the name you wish for me to announce to the crowd. An alias will suffice if you prefer.

Martyn: The Great Azuro will do.
Martyn: Somethin' the matter?

ATTENDANT04776: No. Not at all. And what manner of weapon will the ''Great Azuro'' do battle with?

Martyn: I'm not sure my stick would count as a weapon, but I mainly fight with magic—blue magic to be precise!

ATTENDANT04776: ''Blue'' magic!? Sir, that arcane discipline is strictly forbidden here.
ATTENDANT04776: The last challenger who professed mastery of such arts paraded about the arena vomiting fire, fish, and all manner of unspeakable things. To say our patrons were displeased with their spectacle would be an understatement.
ATTENDANT04776: And it is for that reason these tournaments were limited to lancers and dragoons.

Martyn: But the exhibition match was already agreed upon.

ATTENDANT04776: It was indeed, and I do not wish to disappoint Ser Alaimbert. Yet I must also consider those come to witness your contest.
ATTENDANT04776: That is why I will introduce you as a mage hailing from Ul'dah. A ''traditional'' mage, who would not dare wield anything so crude as blue magic. If you do, consider the match forfeit.

JUDGE02011@Tournament Attendant: Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight we've prepared a bevy of battles that are certain to shock and amaze. But first, a special surprise—an exhibition match featuring your champion, Ser Alaimbert of the Spiked Butt!
JUDGE02011@Tournament Attendant: And his opponent. A master of magic, hailing from the shifting sands of Ul'dah: the Great Azuro.

NOBLEWOMAN04776: Do they really intend to do battle in that ridiculous costume?

JUDGE02011@Tournament Attendant: Begin!

Alaimbert: Oh, how I've been waiting for this!
Alaimbert: Why do you not fight? Have you no magick to show me?
Alaimbert: Hmph. A foe barely even worthy of my spear, let alone my butt.
Alaimbert: Let us put an ''end'' to this!

Martyn: I swore blue magic is the only magic I would ever use. But if I'm to win this...

JUDGE02011@Tournament Attendant: The...the winner is...the Great Azuro!

Martyn: Well, that was closer than I would've liked. I can scarcely remember the last time I fought without blue magic.
Martyn: At the very least, it's reassurin' to know I've not grown soft with my other magicks.

Alaimbert: That was quite the display. In all my days, never have I faced a mage so formidable.
Alaimbert: It would seem my training has been sorely lacking. Indeed, if my butt is to be worthy of its name, I must train a great deal harder.

Martyn: Well, I guess we're back where we started... At this rate, I don't think we'll ever find you a suitable adversary.

Royse: I wouldn't be so sure.

Martyn: Royse!? What are you doin' here?

Royse: To be perfectly frank, I was beginning to question if you really were searching for {{alternatives|her|his}} nemesis, and so I came to see for myself how you've been faring.

Martyn: I see... And what exactly did you mean, you're not so sure? Anyone with eyes could see I was clearly the victor in that match.

Royse: Which is precisely why ''you'' shall serve as [Forename]'s rival.
Royse: If I had known you had mastery of other schools of magic, and with such devastating proficiency, I may well have suggested as much sooner.

Martyn: Now hold on a minute! You're not really suggestin' I stop using blue magic, are you?
Martyn: Everythin' I've learned has been in service to betterin' my blue magic spells. I'd never be a match for {{alternatives|her|him}} without them!

Royse: Oh, I'm certain you will make the best of it. You always do.

Martyn: Make the best of it...!?

Royse: Now, let us return to Ul'dah. There is still much work to be done!

P'yandih: I heard the good news! Our patrons at the Celestium are in for a treat.

Royse: Who would have guessed the one we'd been looking for was here beneath our noses all along.

Martyn: It's good to be back in Ul'dah, but this is not at all how I expected to make my return.

Royse: There is still much to be done before your debut at the Celestium. All in good time, my dear. All in good time.

P'yandih: Oh, I can hardly wait. The clash of [Forename]'s azure might with Martyn's magic!

Martyn: I suspect Royse has planned far more than I'd bargain for, but I'm not exactly in a position to shirk my collar here, am I?
Martyn: At any rate, if I'm to do battle with you—and without my blue magic spells—you've little need to add anythin' else to your repertoire. Practice your fundamentals, and I'm sure you'll be fine.

P'yandih: You're only saying that because you're afraid you won't stand a chance if {{alternatives|she|he}} learns any more spells.

Martyn: D-Don't be ridiculous. I'm merely givin' my opinion, is all. {{alternatives|She|He}}'s free to learn whatever spells {{alternatives|she|he}} likes!
Martyn: As for me, I think I'm long overdue for a rest.
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

Mononoke Aware

2026-04-24T02:02:05Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = Mononoke Aware
| description = [[Shallow Moor]] wishes a word with her favorite well-traveled [[adventurer]].
| image = mononoke aware1.png
| quest-giver = Shallow Moor
| related-npcs = Hancock; Shishu Falconer; Tokimori; Tsubaki
| location = Old Sharlayan
| location-x = 12.0
| location-y = 13.3
| type = feature
| quest-line = Variant Dungeons Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Records of Unusual Endeavors Quests
| journal-genre = Variant Dungeons Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| requirements =
| req-items =
| exp = 0
| gil = 5055
| unlocks = vc Mount Rokkon, ot Mount Rokkon Exorcism Record
| prev-quest =
| next-quest = Of Price and Ruin
| req-quest = Endwalker (Quest)
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.45
| id-gt = 70269
| id-edb = 32bc582672a
}}

==Steps==
*Wait for [[Hancock]] by the [[Bokairo Inn]].
*Speak with [[Tsubaki]].
*Enter [[Mount Rokkon]].
*Speak with Tsubaki.
*Speak with [[Shallow Moor]].

==Journal==
* Shallow Moor wishes a word with her favorite well-traveled adventurer.

* Shallow Moor wastes no time informing you of the latest odd job available through the gleaners' guildship: a request from none other than Hancock, which also happens to be addressed to you specifically. His letter bids you make for Hingashi to join in an expedition to Mount Rokkon. Though his ingratiating tone leaves much to be desired, the destination in question has never before been seen by ijin eyes, and so it seems a trip to Kugane is in order, that you might learn more of this rare opportunity.

* No sooner do you arrive at the Bokairo Inn than are you approached by the irrepressible Hancock, flanked by a pair of unfamiliar Hingan faces. Tsubaki and Tokimori are servants of the lord who presides over the lands containing Mount Rokkon, upon the slopes of which sits a monastery that has been overrun by spirits known as mononoke. Though Hancock is driven by his interest in the accursed treasures responsible for this infestation, the others are clearly concerned for the welfare of the smallfolk in the region. For an accomplished slayer of gods, the exorcision of a few unruly demons is surely not an unreasonable imposition...

* Ere you board the falcon that will take you deeper into Shishu, Tsubaki urges you to take every precaution for the trials that lie ahead. You steel yourself for an uphill climb, knowing that one false step may leave you at the mercy of foes from Hingan myth.
** ※Mount Rokkon can be accessed via the V&C Dungeon Finder.
** ※To open the V&C Dungeon Finder, speak with the Shishu falconer or select the option located under Duty in the main menu.

* Having laid low one of Mount Rokkon's mighty mononoke and claimed a trophy for Hancock's collection, you make your triumphant return to Kugane on the wings of the falconer's strongest bird. However, the Ul'dahn merchant appears to have fallen behind...

* After watching his belabored bird make its way across the sky, you finally welcome Hancock and his cargo back to solid ground. With the sights, sounds, and battles still fresh in his mind, the merchant wastes no time in regaling all present with his impressions of your adventure, as well as promising Lord Uzumibi's retainers your continued support in their efforts to rid Mount Rokkon of the demons─and by proxy Hancock's own personal quest for curios. For the time being, however, he must attend to other business, affording you an opportunity to share the promised tale of your exploits with Shallow Moor.

* Shallow Moor is pleased to see you returned, and more pleased still to hear the details of your journey to Mount Rokkon. Though the guildship considers the matter concluded, you remain acutely aware that mononoke yet lurk in the mountain's shadows...

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Shallow Moor: Your timing is impeccable, [Forename]! How ''do'' you manage to do that?
Shallow Moor: An intriguing job has been laid at our feet, and the client insists you be the one to take it up.
Shallow Moor: That client? Why, none other than the East Aldenard Trading Company!
Shallow Moor: The missive was dispatched from the Kugane branch rather than Lord Lolorito's offices, but it nevertheless carries the piquant scent of moneyed interests. Care to give it a read?

Hancock@Missive from Hancock: ''Dear '''Forename'', In the selfsame spirit of friendship which has defined our every interaction to date, it is my pleasure to extend to you a humble invitation.'''
Hancock@Missive from Hancock: '''Tis because of your endearing efforts to save this star that we may benefit from this rarest of opportunities, for it was in service to your noble quest to build the good ship ''Ragnarok'' that I was able to forge a fruitful bond between myself and another of Hingashi's elites.''
Hancock@Missive from Hancock: ''This lord has seen fit to grant me—and a guest of my choosing—leave to go where few ijin have tread: beyond the bounds of Kugane, to the sacred slopes of Mount Rokkon itself.''
Hancock@Missive from Hancock: ''I cannot overstate the significance of this gesture, nor the allure of sights heretofore unseen by Western eyes. Nor is it an exaggeration to say that no one is more deserving of this boon than your magnanimous self.''
Hancock@Missive from Hancock: ''I eagerly await our reunion at the gates of the Bokairo Inn. Ever your faithful servant, - Hancock Fitzgerald''

Question: What will you say?

> Seems there's a holy mountain in Hingashi that needs climbing.
> There's flattery, and then there's...this.
---

Shallow Moor: Never thought the Hingans would crack open those gates. Gil talks, that's for damned sure...
Shallow Moor: Laid it on a bit thick, did he? I'd expect no less of a consummate merchant. Not too proud to debase himself when sufficient profit's at stake.
Shallow Moor: Still, there may be a crumb of sincerity beneath that slathering of honeyed words. And if not, you still stand to benefit from playing along.
Shallow Moor: You'll be heading to Kugane then, I take it?
Shallow Moor: Perfect! I'll send word that you're on your way.
Shallow Moor: Fair fortune and safe travels! You'd best come back with plenty of stories to tell, you hear?

Hancock: Ah, my dear [Forename]. It gladdens me to see you returned to eastern shores.
Hancock: Ah, my dear [Forename]. Who would have thought that the Spinner would see us reunited so soon? You will be pleased to hear that no other charlatans have attempted to masquerade as Tenzen's progeny in the interim.
Hancock: As you can see, preparations for our journey are well underway. Partial though I am to the traditional Hingan kimono, if we are to climb a mountain, 'twould be prudent to do so in comfort as well as style.
Hancock: But I presume you would rather discuss matters of greater import than my attire. Fear not—my capable associates are ready and eager to brief you on the challenge ahead.
Hancock: We have reserved the finest chambers of the inn for the occasion, so let us reconvene away from all the hustle and bustle, shall we?

Tsubaki: Master Hancock, {{alternatives|Mistress|Master}} [Forename], we are most grateful for your aid in this matter. I am Tsubaki, and my onmyoji companion is called Tokimori.
Tsubaki: We are come to Kugane on behalf of Lord Uzumibi, who presides over Mount Rokkon and the surrounding lands.

Hancock: His lordship is the one I mentioned in my missive. Hearing of my interest in Far Eastern treasures, he knew at once that I would find the lure of the sacred peak irresistible.
Hancock: Ah, but I forget that you are not as familiar with these lands as I. Let us begin with the basics, and expound upon the finer points as we go.
Hancock: To orient our destination in your mind's eye, we must first review Hingashi's geography.
Hancock: Of the many islands which comprise this nation, it is here, on the western coast of Shishu, where Kugane serves as our shining beacon of commerce.
Hancock: Mount Rokkon, meanwhile, can be found far from our beloved city of trade...
Hancock: ...Here, in the northeastern corner of the isle.
Hancock: Upon the slopes of the sacred mountain sits Shojo Temple, a monastery where monks gathered to train their bodies and souls.
Hancock: Alas, in defiance of this holy purpose, a horde of otherworldly demons have claimed the temple as their own.
Hancock: His lordship suspects that a collection of accursed treasures is to blame for this infestation. In the Far East, you see, 'tis believed that well-preserved objects may come to possess living souls after a time. These vessels-turned-kami are known as tsukumogami.
Hancock: A tsukumogami in turn may attract—or even beget—other spirits. These mononoke clearly have no regard for the sanctity of the mount, and so Lord Uzumibi desires a swift resolution.
Hancock: Compassionate soul that I am, I could not bear to stand idly by. But as men of wealth and influence, base altruism is beneath us both, so I offered to aid his lordship in a manner befitting our stations: by brokering a mutually beneficial arrangement.
Hancock: Simply put, should I find a way to rid the mountain of mononoke, I may lay claim to any accursed treasures that I find. One man's trash is another man's takaramono! (That's Hingan for “treasure,” by the by.)
Hancock: And here, my friend, is where you come in. During our jaunts to the mountain, you will serve as my bodyguard and slay any monstrous mononoke we encounter. In exchange, you shall become one of the blessed few to bear witness to the wonders and terrors of Mount Rokkon! A fair deal, yes?

Question: What will you say?

> I've always wanted to explore more of Hingashi!
> Collecting accursed treasures sounds like a dangerous pastime...
---

Hancock: That's our Warrior of Light! I knew you wouldn't disappoint.
Hancock: Your concern for my welfare is endearing but unwarranted. Once the spirit has been dispatched, the object it once possessed shall return to its original, soulless form.
Hancock: Of course, if an object from my prospective collection ''were'' to possess me, you are welcome to violently exorcise it—provided my personage remains unharmed! In any event, let us cross that proverbial “hashi” when we come to it.
Hancock: Now that the matter of [Forename]'s participation is settled, might I inquire as to the current owner of these items, Mistress Tsubaki?

Tsubaki: The treasures were brought into the temple at the behest of Gorai, the head monk. Though his disciples doubt not that his intentions were pure, his actions have brought them great misfortune.
Tsubaki: Like you, Master Hancock, Gorai was an avid collector of antiques, and claimed that the tsukumogami who dwelled within them ought to be worshipped. Driven by this fervent belief, he purchased all manner of items he deemed worthy of veneration.
Tsubaki: But as his collection grew, so too did certain troubling phenomena. An unholy shadow began to loom over the sacred mountain...and under this wicked veil were the mononoke emboldened to break their fetters. Fearing for their lives, the monks had no choice but to flee, their home defiled by demons.
Tsubaki: We could not allow the scourge to spread further, and sent our strongest warriors to slay the fiends, but few returned. Knowing that victory could not be attained by our forces alone, my lord bade us employ magicks to contain the threat.
Tsubaki: Tokimori is one of the valiant few who returned from the temple. 'Tis thanks to his diligent reports that we know aught of Mount Rokkon's present state.

Tokimori: Our orders were to find Gorai and convince him to part ways with his treasures, but our pleas fell on deaf ears...he was like unto an animal. I suspect any semblance of reason has left him.
Tokimori: Though the seal we placed upon the mountain endures, the mononoke have had ample time to corrupt the souls of those who could not make good their escape. Should you encounter any “survivors,” do not show them a modicum of mercy—'tis too late.

Tsubaki: We have prepared our strongest falcons. Their keeper shall await you by the Bokaisen Hot Springs, and will summon the birds once your preparations are complete.
Tsubaki: A word of caution: the falcons fear the mononoke and will refuse to fly close to the temple. They shall bring you to the foot of the mountain, but no further. Beyond that point, you will have to climb.

Hancock: Many thanks, my friends. Now then—if we are to depart soon, I think it best we feast to our heart's content! One cannot slay demons on an empty stomach!

Tokimori: Mount Rokkon is rife with dangers. Do not underestimate your enemies.

HAYABUSATSUKAI04733: You are the adventurer who will aid us, I presume? 'Tis an honor and a privilege. My birds shall deliver you to Mount Rokkon's base—go well, my friend, and may the kami keep you.

Tsubaki: My thanks once again for your assistance, {{alternatives|Mistress|Master}} [Forename].
Tsubaki: Master Hancock had some business matters to attend to before your expedition. Once you are ready, I shall summon him.
Tsubaki: I feel compelled to warn you... Even in times of peace, the climb up Mount Rokkon is not for the faint of heart. I suggest you procure sufficient provisions if you have not yet done so, and ensure that your equipment is in working order.
Tsubaki: Tokimori's disciples have been tasked with maintaining the mountain's wards. They will open the way for you upon your arrival.
Tsubaki: Speak with our falconer when you wish to depart. Though I must remain here, I shall be praying for your success.
Tsubaki: You may instruct the falconer to call his birds at any time. I trust you will only do so when you are ready to face whatever lies ahead.

Tokimori: You are returned. Few can slay a great mononoke and live to tell the tale...

Tsubaki: {{alternatives|Mistress|Master}} [Forename]... Full glad am I to see you hale and whole.
Tsubaki: I espied Master Hancock's falcon in the distance, but its movements appeared awfully erratic. We can but hope they land safely...

Hancock: Terribly sorry to have kept you all waiting! Our souvenir was a tad more cumbersome than I realized, but as you can see, we are none the worse for my misjudgment.

Tsubaki: Indeed you are not, Master Hancock. My lord will be pleased to hear of your return—and your success, I presume?

Hancock: 'Twas [Forename]'s victory as much as my own—but then, I knew a few demons would be no match for a slayer of gods such as {{alternatives|she|he}}.
Hancock: Honestly, for all its perils, I found the journey quite invigorating.
Hancock: And the pagoda's architecture was nothing short of divine! A masterpiece wrought from timber of the ancient forest within which it stands—a treasure unto itself.
Hancock: Gridanian works may possess a similar charm, but even an Ul'dahn such as myself could see that it was in a class of its own.
Hancock: I had high expectations for Shojo Temple, yet it managed to surpass them with ease. I shall not soon forget the silent crowd of statuary, the very picture of divine tranquility.
Hancock: Would that Gorai still had his wits about him, that I could discuss the collection with a fellow expert! Alas, the poor man was too far gone.
Hancock: The path was as precarious as we predicted. Inexperienced hiker that I am, I feared I would not reach the peak... Yet my suffering was not in vain. When at last I gazed down upon the sea of fiery foliage, my spirits soared.
Hancock: Less pleasing to the eye was the beast we encountered at the end of our excursion, though in retrospect, we should have braced for such a surprise, tucked away atop the mountain where unwary pilgrims are unlike to tread.
Hancock: The shrine upon the lake was the embodiment of Hingan beauty. A vision of elegance shrouded by the ephemeral.
Hancock: A shame that this vision had to be disturbed by the swift and decisive violence [Forename] brought to bear against the tsukumogami, but such chaos is inescapable when exploring a mountain rife with demons.
Hancock: That the pipe was kept away from the other treasures suggests that the monks were aware of its power to some degree. Even so, they failed to anticipate the potency of its influence.
Hancock: In any case, the people of Shishu can rest easy, knowing a great mononoke has been consigned to oblivion.
Hancock: ...But we, my friend, have malms to go before we sleep!
Hancock: There were several paths we eschewed, were there not? The mind races to imagine what other delights we may yet behold...

Tsubaki: Indeed. A number of treasures remain unaccounted for...and the demons are like to linger until their masters are slain.

Hancock: Precisely. But take heart, Mistress Tsubaki, for [Forename] shall not rest until these villains trouble the smallfolk no longer. {{alternatives|She|He}} shall sally forth, again and again, until the treasures which drew them thither have been secured—and my new collection is complete!
Hancock: Alas, time waits for no man, and business for no merchant. I must away, but when next you wish to take Mount Rokkon by storm, you need only say the word!
Hancock: Before you do, however, you might consider sharing the tale of our exploits with Mistress Shallow Moor. The missive I received indicated a rather strong preference in that regard.

Tsubaki: We are in your debt, {{alternatives|Mistress|Master}} [Forename]. Pray give our regards to Mistress Shallow Moor as well.

Shallow Moor: I was wondering when you'd be back! How was your adventure in the Far East? Everything go well with Hancock?
Shallow Moor: I doubt I'd fare well against demons, but I do like the sound of that mountain. Green as far as the eye can see, ripe for the gleaning... Would that I had an assignment like that.
Shallow Moor: Bah—no need to bemoan my lot in your presence. I suspect Osmon's been awaiting your return more eagerly than I.
Shallow Moor: Go on and tell him your tales of the mountain. I guarantee you he'll love every word of it!

System: The '''Mount Rokkon Exorcism Record''' is now available within the V&C Dungeon Finder in the Duty section of the main menu.
System: New entries will be added to the log as you complete each possible route through the variant dungeon.
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

Love's Labors

2026-04-24T02:02:03Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Limited Time Event Ended
| startdate = February 8, 2022
| enddate = February 21, 2022
| description1 = ''See also'': [[Valentione's Day (2022)]]
}}
{{Quest infobox
| description = [[Kupka Kupp]] has a matter of the heart on his mind. ※This quest is available for a limited time only.
| image = Loves Labors.png
| quest-giver = Kupka Kupp
| related-npcs = Aloyse; Astrid; Ezolmile; Kupka Kopp; Lisette de Valentione; Pukty Piko; Friendly Chocobo
| location = Old Gridania
| location-x = 10.3
| location-y = 9.4
| type = sidequest
| quest-line = Valentione's Day (2022)
| journal-section = Other Quests
| journal-category = Seasonal Events Quests
| journal-genre = Valentione's Day (2022)
| level = 15
| exp = 1440
| gil =
| prev-quest = No Love Lost
| next-quest = Better Letters
| reward1 = 1 Postmoogle Barding
| unlocks = ach Honorificabilitudinitatibus
| patch = 6.08
| release = endwalker
| id-gt = 70002
| id-edb = 72c31b2e40d
}}
==Steps==
* Find [[Aloyse]].
* Speak with Aloyse.
* Speak with Aloyse again.
* Speak with Aloyse yet again.
* Speak with [[Lisette de Valentione|Lisette]].

==Journal==
*Kupka Kupp has a matter of the heart on his mind.
**※This quest is available for a limited time only.

*A distraught Kupka Kupp tells you of a young Elezen woman by the name of Aloyse, who has suddenly begged the moogle to rescind a letter she posted only moments ago. According to Kupka, tears were sparkling in her eyes as she fled the scene, and now, left only with a vague understanding of where she has gone, the postmoogle begs you and your friends' assistance in locating her. Astrid and Kupka Kupp are to search Greatloam Growery, while you and Pukty Piko are to head to Nophica's Altar.
**※Please note that you will be unable to complete this quest after the seasonal event has ended. For details, please check the Lodestone.

*You have found Aloyse, who expresses contrition for worrying Kupka Kupp. She departs with haste to Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre, telling you she will divulge all there.

*Aloyse explains that Ezolmile, an Ishgardian blue blood, has sought her hand in marriage. Though she is delighted by the prospect of a life so happily situated with her beloved, she confesses to a worry she cannot shake: she is not noble herself. Heart heavy with doubt, she retrieved her letter, which contained her acceptance, before it could be sent off. Pukty Piko, now wiser to all things romantical in nature, insists she not give up so easily, and together with you and the other emissaries she writes her message anew. Kupka Kupp and Pukty Piko set off at once to see to the delivery, leaving Aloyse to wait for her darling's reply with bated breath.

*Anxiety coursing through her─and unwilling to let her future be decided without her present─Aloyse races off toward the Gentry's Ward, where Ezolmile could be poring over the contents of her letter this very moment. Astrid, concerned for the young woman, urges you to follow her.

*Upon arriving at the Gentry's Ward, you find that Ezolmile has not only received Aloyse's letter, but is in the middle of reading it as well. No sooner has he absorbed his beloved's words than he makes to write a reply. Aloyse returns to Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre with all haste to ensure that she is present when Kupka Kupp and Pukty Piko rejoin the group with his correspondence. Lisette, left out of your adventure to the Gentry's Ward, must be getting impatient.

*Pukty Piko and Kupka Kupp return shortly after you, and deliver Ezolmile's letter to Aloyse. Her beloved's reply is of the sweetest nature, and he writes to say that nothing can stand between them and marital bliss. To everyone's surprise, Ezolmile makes an appearance and the two lovebirds leave to discuss their future in a more private setting. So touched is Pukty Piko by the sight of the happy couple that her pom transforms into the shape of a heart, and she becomes a full-fledged emissary of ardor and affection. Kupka Kupp, pink with pride, asks for her continued cooperation during these most jovial festivities.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Pukty Piko: I do believe I'm beginning to understand this whole...ardor and affection business.

KUPUKAKOPP: There you are! And not a moment too soon. Your unwavering devotion to the ways of ardor and affection, love and romance, courtship and intimacy is both commendable and deeply appreciated.
KUPUKAKOPP: So, to the task of which I spoke. It involves a woman by the name of Aloyse, who only just posted a parcel with no small amount of urgency.
KUPUKAKOPP: However, she then returned, begging us to call off its delivery. A highly unusual request, and her eyes—twin pools of sorrow, kupo! She fled straightaway, ere I could even get my bearings, let alone ask what troubles her so. Will you help me seek her out?
KUPUKAKOPP: You are too kind! Now, as for this young woman: she is an Elezen of great beauty, and thus should not be an easy one to overlook. Last I saw of her, she had just made a sharp left at the fork in the road, unless my eyes deceive me.

Astrid: To the left, you say? That way lies the Greatloam Growery, if I'm not mistaken. I will accompany you there, Kupka Kupp.
Astrid: [Forename], Pukty Piko—you two will look near Nophica's Altar. Should you come upon her before we do, come find us at the Growery.

LISETTE: Farewell, adventurer! Do not tarry, for the poor heartsick girl is in need of succor only you and yours can provide!

KUPUKAKOPP: Oh bother, kupo! There is neither hide nor hair of Aloyse here.

Astrid: Dear me, not a sign of anyone matching the description Kupka Kupp provided us.

Pukty Piko: This woman here. Could this be Aloyse? I'm not much of an aesthete, but I know an Elezen when I see one!

Aloyse: Who, me? ...Yes, I am Aloyse. Why do you ask?
Aloyse: Kupka Kupp wants to see me, you say? But whatever for?

Pukty Piko: He's beside himself with worry, kupo! He told us you turned tail and darted off looking dreadfully stricken—downright morose! You can understand his concern, surely.

Aloyse: I see... I owe him an apology for worrying him as I have—and an explanation for my frantic flight as well! Kupka's still at Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre, correct? I'll go to him at once.

Pukty Piko: Actually, he— Never mind, she's already gone. I suppose I shall go and fetch him then, shall I? Meet us at the amphitheatre, [Forename], and do hurry—we wouldn't want her dashing off again.

LISETTE: Such a look of heartbreak as ne'er I've seen on a woman. There must be something we can do for her.

KUPUKAKOPP: How fortunate you were to have come across her with such ease! In retrospect, I realize my description was rather subjective.

Astrid: Let us speak to Aloyse, find out what upsets her so.

Pukty Piko: We had better at least get another epiphany about love for our troubles.

Aloyse: First, let me start by saying how grateful I am that you would think to come and check on me.
Aloyse: The truth of the matter is, I've received an offer of marriage. I meant to accept, which is why I came to you initially, Kupka, to see that my reply would be delivered safely.
Aloyse: However, as I was writing to tell him “yes,” I found myself hesitating more than I ought to have been. I began to wonder if I was making a terrible decision, not only for me, but for him as well.
Aloyse: The man who seeks my hand is of Ishgardian nobility and goes by the name Ezolmile. At the moment, he is...well, he is quite ill, and is seeking treatment here, in Gridania.
Aloyse: Do not misunderstand me—I was overjoyed to hear of his devotion! A life spent with him would be a wonderful thing. But I'm no noble. I'm of the most common stock, no more special than a weed underfoot. I wasn't raised with the aristocratic manners a future wife of his requires.
Aloyse: Who am I to marry into nobility? I must destroy my previous missive and pen a new letter, one telling him I can't go through with it...but that one I'll hand deliver. I won't have an emissary of love delivering such ill tidings.

Pukty Piko: Now, I don't pretend to be an expert in the ways of the heart... But isn't love the desire to be with someone, forever and on? The desire for a trusted partner in this world, someone with whom you can share your joys ''and'' your woes?
Pukty Piko: If you care for him, be with him! Wouldn't it upset you to do anything but? It certainly seems to have. I may not have much experience with this, but I know that were I and my chocobo to be separated, I wouldn't like it—not one bit. I don't believe giving up is the solution, kupo!

LISETTE: Verily, I myself am of Ishgardian nobility and can thus speak from a place of authority. Each of our houses has its own traditions—it is our titles that connect us, not our principles. Before making your decision, seek the counsel of your beloved and learn what his family values.

Astrid: I could not agree more. After all, it is doubts you harbor, not a lack of affection. If you believe his heart to be yours entire, then trust that he will listen to your troubles—that you and he can solve them together! Why not send one more letter, explain what it is that vexes you?

Aloyse: Yes, I see your point. It's unfair of me to hide my feelings like this. He's owed my honesty. But...how does one even write such a letter? I wouldn't know where to begin.

Astrid: Perhaps you should explain your apprehension about fulfilling your duties as wife to a man of a great house. Make it clear that, should you decide to join his social milieu, you will require time to study, learn, and train before you are comfortable.

LISETTE: A word of warning, though! To compromise the very woman you are in order to bend to the rigors of nobility may leave you jaded, haggard, and altogether infuriated. Thus, I suggest you first inquire as to whether his family is capable of accepting you as you are.

Pukty Piko: Why not simply write down all your worries? I don't fancy myself a poet of passions or what have you, but there's something to be said for getting everything out in the open.

KUPUKAKOPP: All of these ideas have a great deal of merit, and each should be given due consideration. [Forename], what say you? Which of these notions has struck a chord with you?

Question: What will you say?

> Ask for help adapting to his lifestyle.

> Make clear that you won't compromise who you are.
> Tell him exactly what concerns you.
---

Aloyse: Thank you for your insight, everyone. I believe I know what I must do now.

Astrid: Then let us fetch you parchment, quill, and ink. Fortunate that you have us, you know, for we emissaries are never far from instruments of the post. Why, I shall even provide you with Valentione's Day-themed stationery.

Aloyse: There, it's done. Now all that's left is for him to read it.
Aloyse: My darling is likely in the Gentry's Ward. I know he enjoys sitting in solitude on a bench not far from the gates. He'll be there like as not.

KUPUKAKOPP: Then that's where we shall try first. We will be back with his response as soon as we are able!

Pukty Piko: Tally ho, bird! Love's work awaits!

AIBOUCHOCOBO: Kweh!

LISETTE: Will this be a day of rapturous reconciliations, or of doleful dissolutions? Either way, we are ardor and affection's most faithful agents, and have a duty to see this through to its conclusion.

Astrid: I am a touch anxious to see how all this unfolds. Keep your tissues close at hand. We may yet be consoling a very distraught woman...

Aloyse: Oh dear... I'm so fidgety, I just can't sit still for nerves!
Aloyse: No, I can't take this any longer. I refuse to stand idly by while my future is decided without me!
Aloyse: That does it. I'm going to the Gentry's Ward this instant!

Astrid: Aloyse, you can't— Aaand she's gone.
Astrid: Our duty as emissaries of love and affection demands we see that lovelorn lass through this trying time. I shall meet you at the gates of the Gentry's Ward!
Astrid: That man there must be Ezolmile, the well-to-do beau of whom Aloyse spoke.

KUPUKAKOPP: [Forename], you are good to come, but leave us postmoogles to our work!

Pukty Piko: Oh goodness, my tummy's wound itself into one huge knot, kupo! I must be more nervous than I thought.

Ezolmile: Yes? Might I help you?

Aloyse: I'm sorry to have run off again like that, but I just couldn't wait around twiddling my thumbs another moment more!

KUPUKAKOPP: We have for you a letter from one Ms. Aloyse herself, kupo!

Ezolmile: A missive? From my love? Thank you kindly, postmoogles.

Pukty Piko: Perhaps it's not my place, but if I may...
Pukty Piko: Aloyse thinks a great deal of you. We watched her as she wrote that letter you now hold, and we could see plain as day how much she cares for you. If there's love to be found in this world, it's there, in every word she has put to that page.
Pukty Piko: The heart and its intricacies aren't my forte, I admit, but if you've even half as much affection for her as she has for you, then what you two share is something wondrous. I only hope you can both weather whatever troubles come your way.

KUPUKAKOPP: “The heart isn't my forte,” indeed! For one who claims such a thing, you show remarkable perspicacity in the matter! You are quite changed from the moogle I once knew. Color me impressed, kupo!

Ezolmile: You are good to concern yourselves over my and Aloyse's affairs. Your kindness does you a good deal of credit.
Ezolmile: I shall pen my response this instant. Can I trust that you will deliver it straight to her once I've finished?

KUPUKAKOPP: We serve at your pleasure. Your trust is not misplaced in us, good sir!

Aloyse: Did you hear that? He's going to reply! We should return to Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre at once. I don't want to be here when he's sent our postmoogle friends all the way back there!

Astrid: Yes, it would be rather awkward were his letter to have no recipient. Let us explain the situation to Lisette and wait for Pukty and Kupka's delivery.

KUPUKAKOPP: Fret not! We can oversee the delivery of Ezolmile's missive ourselves. All you need do is wait patiently with the others.

Pukty Piko: I'm curious to see his reply. Not that I'm the one receiving the letter, or reading it for that matter... Goodness, it's none of my business at all, is it!

Ezolmile: I ought to have parchment and quill around here somewhere.

Astrid: Let us hope this all ends with tears of joy, rather than sorrow.

Aloyse: I hope they return soon. Maybe I'm being silly, but I'm rather nervous to see what my darling has to say.

LISETTE: Our eminent emissary of adoration and affection is with us once more! And now that we are assembled, we've only to wait for the custodians of Ezolmile's reply.

Aloyse: I feel sick to my stomach. What if I've angered him? What if he calls off the whole engagement?

KUPUKAKOPP: We have returned! And with your beloved's painstakingly penned post in paw.

Aloyse: I was wise to take your advice, Astrid.
Aloyse: He thanks me for taking into consideration his position in life, but says that I needn't overly concern myself. His family is, as he puts it, “below the salt.” And though they're as well-heeled as any other house of their standing, they're not nearly so fusty.
Aloyse: He says that there's no need to live a life I'm unaccustomed to, but that if I wish to learn more about his lineage and the social circle his family occupies, then he would do so with me. Isn't that thoughtful?
Aloyse: I took your words to heart, Lisette, and I'm glad that I did.
Aloyse: He writes me to say that he adores me for the woman I am, and that he would never push me to be anything less. He tells me I have a quality that is all my own, one that no other could ever hold a candle to, which is why he fell head over heels for me in the first place!
Aloyse: His life here is a good one, one he's come to enjoy. So much so that he's even considering moving to Gridania permanently! I suppose there really isn't any need to worry about joining the upper crust, is there?
Aloyse: Pukty Piko, I was drawn to your advice in particular.
Aloyse: I wrote down all my worries, concerns, and questions in a clear and concise fashion, and he responded with...well, with some confusion, it seems. Although now, at least, he's aware of what troubles me, and for that he says he is grateful.
Aloyse: He's very sweet here, you see. He tells me that together we will go down this list of mine and solve one problem at a time. Where we live and how will be up to us to decide—not his family.

Ezolmile: I have come to ensure my letter has reached you, and see if you have yet read it. After all, you did the same for me. It would be unkind to not return the favor, no?

Aloyse: Oh gods...how embarrassing! You caught me spying on you, didn't you!

Ezolmile: You're embarrassed? For what, pray? I found it endearing, my darling. Ah, these companions of yours, did they assist you in your writing to me? Then we are in your debt.
Ezolmile: Aloyse, my love. What say you to tea at the Carline Canopy? There, we can discuss our future—a conversation which is long overdue, I should think.

Aloyse: Thank you, my friends. Where would I be without your help? And I promise, yours will be the first invitations we post once we've settled on a day.

KUPUKAKOPP: Goodness gracious me! Do mine eyes deceive me!? Pukty Piko! Y-Your pom!
KUPUKAKOPP: Why, it's adopted the very shape of the season, and is lovely beyond compare, kupo! And 'tis much of a muchness with mine, or so I flatter myself to think.

Pukty Piko: I can't rightly explain it, but seeing those two together brought a flutter to my chest, a spring to my wings, and the next thing I knew, my pom began to tingle in the most peculiar of ways!
Pukty Piko: It's just such a marvelous thing to know that we had a hand in ushering Ezolmile and Aloyse's story into its next chapter. And to think, it was all performed strictly through the art of the post!
Pukty Piko: Affectionate missives are more than just the silly folderol I assumed them to be. I see now that they show what's in our hearts like nothing else can. And we emissaries are their trusted custodians!

Astrid: That we are, Pukty. Only do remember that letters require more than just love—they are also in need of names and addresses. And speaking of names, perhaps you might bestow one upon a certain chocobo? Think of it as a show of not only kindness, but of love, too.

Pukty Piko: A show of love, you say? I suppose you're right. I was never able to recall the names given by my moogle acquaintances, but I bet I could arrive at something that actually sticks. I will give it some thought, make sure I've done this bird justice.

AIBOUCHOCOBO: Kweh! Kweh!♪

KUPUKAKOPP: My once-foolish fledgling has wings of her own at last. How proud I am to see you soar! You are a credit to the emissaries of ardor and affection with your heart-shaped pom. It is my most sincere honor to have you among our ranks and I pray that you will continue this most revered work!

Pukty Piko: I would love nothing more, kupo!

LISETTE: What joy to be bless'd with so many couriers, and in this season of sublimity no less! 'Tis heartening indeed to watch our numbers grow and grow, for with so many, we can ensure that ardor and affection accompany all the fair creatures of this realm where'er their journeys take them!♪
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La Vie Mowen

2026-04-24T02:02:03Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = La Vie Mowen
| description = Grenoldt is itching to celebrate Chora-Zoi's brilliant achievements.
| image = la vie mowen1.png
| quest-giver = Grenoldt
| related-npcs = Chora-Zoi; Mowen; Quinnana
| location = The Crystarium
| location-x = 10.5
| location-y = 7.7
| type = feature
| quest-line = Splendorous Tools Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Records of Unusual Endeavors Quests
| journal-genre = Splendorous Tools Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| requirements =
| req-items =
| exp = 0
| gil = 785
| unlocks = ach A Stroke of Brilliance
| prev-quest = A Tool without Compare
| next-quest = Dance Like Mowen Is Watching
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.45
| id-gt = 70306
| id-edb = da70359aab6
}}
==Steps==
*Speak with [[Grenoldt]].

==Journal==
*Grenoldt is itching to celebrate Chora-Zoi's brilliant achievements.

*With a proud gleam in his eyes, Grenoldt reaffirms his gratitude for your myriad contributions to Chora-Zoi's works. He insists that words of thanks alone will not suffice, however, and offers to throw a commemorative feast at the Wandering Stairs for you and Chora-Zoi. Joined by Mowen and Quinnana, you savor this rare moment of respite, and watch with great interest as Grenoldt─unintentionally emboldened by a vintage he mistook for purple carrot juice─attempts to put his long-hidden feelings for Mowen into words before collapsing on the floor. With your efforts combined, the remaining four of you drag the legendary smith back to the Crystalline Mean, where you wait for him to come to his senses.

*Grenoldt's countenance sinks when he learns that Mowen has departed for Eulmore, and claims to have no memory of the feast. He regales you with a similarly shameful tale from his past of dizzying drinks, and though his regret is palpable, he is eager to return to the subject of Chora-Zoi's tools. Both master and apprentice are compelled to answer the call of perfection one last time in the name of the trades, and you cannot help but wonder─what could possibly lie in store beyond such brilliance?

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Grenoldt: I tell ye, there ain't nothin' more fulfillin' than watchin' me apprentice find success...even if me own contributions in the end were but a few words of encouragement an' some lessons on maneuverin' oil.
Grenoldt: Ye did a damn fine job as well, [Forename]. After all the blood, sweat, tears, an' components ye poured into this on our behalf, we owe ye more'n jus' a “thank ye” an' a pat on the back. I reckon it's high time we raise a glass to ye both in celebration.

Chora-Zoi: Oh, that sounds like a wonderful idea, Master Grenoldt! I'd be glad to have a bit of respite, but I thought you weren't partial to ales and brews and whatnot? Are you sure you'll be all right?

Grenoldt: Ye've got a good memory, lass. But this celebration ain't for me, now, is it? The important part is that ye get out there an' enjoy yerselves. They serve a mean purple carrot juice at the Wanderin' Stairs, an' that'll do me jus' fine.
Grenoldt: Speakin' o' which, are the two of ye ready to head on down? If I'm rememberin' right, Mistress Mowen should be finished with her usual dealings at Musica Universalis right about now, so we may as well ask her an' Quinnana to join in.

Chora-Zoi: Ahem! I'd like to propose a toast. We've been down a very long and—dare I say it—splendorous road together. We've forged incredible tools, as well as lasting friendships, and I couldn't be more grateful for everyone's support. Today, we have more than earned the right to eat, drink, and be merry!

Grenoldt: Ahhh, a sight for me sore eyes... Haven't attended a gatherin' like this in ages. Reminds me o' the night we met, eh?
Grenoldt: The Stairs was full o' folk from all corners o' the realm, yet it seemed it were jus' the two of us. I can't rightly recall how many nights we spent after that, chattin' about our hopes an' dreams.

Mowen: To think that we would find ourselves here once again...'twould seem the fates are kinder than I imagined. The day you departed on that long journey of yours, I feared I had forever lost my rough-spoken smith.

Grenoldt: M-Mistress Mowen!
Grenoldt: I chose to walk the smitty's path so I could become a man what ye'd be proud of.
Grenoldt: I haven't a single bleedin' regret about me progress as a craftsman. But I've never forgiven meself for leavin' ye waitin' on a Eulmoran terrace all these years. I wouldn't be surprised if ye resented me for it.

Mowen: 'Tis all in the past, Grenoldt! Never once have I resented you for your actions... I could never do such a thing.

Grenoldt: Oh, Mistress Mowen... There's somethin' I've been too afraid to tell ye all these years, an' I can't hide it any longer!

Chora-Zoi: I-Is this what I think it is!? Strike while the iron is hot, Master Grenoldt!

Quinnana: This is your moment, Mistress Mowen...!

Grenoldt: Mistress Mowen... Me dearest Mistress Mowen, I...

Chora-Zoi: Wait a moment, is this...wine? Has Master Grenoldt been drinking this instead of his purple carrot juice the whole time!?

Mowen: My dear, sweet Grenoldt... You haven't changed one bit.
Mowen: Since the day you held your hammer aloft in pursuit of greatness, you have filled my heart with hope and pride. And in time, I pray you gain the courage to lay bare this secret you hold so closely.

Grenoldt: Ugh, feels like me noggin's full o' sea slugs. I can't remember a bleedin' thing, but Miss Chora-Zoi tells me the lot of ye had to drag me sorry arse back to the Mean. I take it Mistress Mowen's made for Eulmore already?

Chora-Zoi: I'm afraid so...though she did say she'd return to the Crystarium when next the opportunity arose. I'm certain you'll have plenty of time to chat with her then!

Grenoldt: History repeats itself, an' it's got a cruel sense o' humor... A long time ago, Mistress Mowen an' I attended a similar banquet. I'd placed me flagon o' juice down for nary a second, but when I picked it back up to take a sip, I awoke the next day with a violent headache and the sour smack o' wine in me mouth.
Grenoldt: A lesson to ye younger folk—never forget where ye leave yer juice... But embarrassin' anecdotes aside, there's work to be done. Miss Chora-Zoi's tool may have exceeded the Boutique's expectations, but summat tells me it's hidin' even more potential behind that brilliant gleam. Call it smitty's intuition.
Grenoldt: I can't say what lies beyond the horizon, but if we draw out yer tool's full adaptive abilities, we may well be forgin' works fit for the gods themselves. It'll be gruelin' work...but there's no one better suited for the challenge than me earnest apprentice.

Chora-Zoi: I'll make sure your faith in me is not misplaced, Master Grenoldt!

Grenoldt: Aye, that's what I like to hear! For now, it's back to the draftin' phase with us. We'll need all the time an' provisions we can afford.
Grenoldt: I reckon we'll have our hands full for a while with the preparations, but when our plans are fully ironed out, ye'll be the first to know, [Forename]. Until then, stay sharp, an' may yer tools be yer guidin' star!
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

Hearts of Gold

2026-04-24T02:02:01Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = Hearts of Gold
| description = Ollier stands at the ready to call upon the Gold Saucer's proprietor. ※This quest is available for a limited time only.
| image = Hearts of Gold quest image.png
| quest-giver = Ollier
| related-npcs = Dural Tharal; Godbert; Kipih Jakkya; Petyr Winsome
| location = The Gold Saucer
| location-x = 5.5
| location-y = 7.1
| type = side
| quest-line = The Make It Rain Campaign 2023
| journal-section = Other Quests
| journal-category = Seasonal Events Quests
| journal-genre = The Make It Rain Campaign 2023
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 15
| requirements =
| req-items =
| exp = 1440
| gil = 248
| reward1 = 1 Wind-up Godbert
| unlocks = ac Everything Gold Can Stay
| prev-quest = A Golden Opportunity
| next-quest =
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.35
| id-gt = 70264
| id-edb = e4d6e4f5190
}}

==Steps==
*Speak with [[Godbert]].
*Speak with [[Ollier]].

==Journal==

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Kipih Jakkya: This is a dream come true—a scoop to surpass all scoops! I've made my preparations, so whenever you're ready, just say the word.

Petyr Winsome: Just a moment after I spied the mammet, I spied the reporter from ''The Raven'' picking it up. Oh, if only I didn't stop for refreshments...

Dural Tharal: It seems I was no match for you, adventurer. You found both mammets before I even had a chance to take the lay of the land. I know who to call upon next time I need to search for treasure.

Ollier: I trust you are ready for the interview? I shall call upon Lord Manderville, so please wait here until his arrival.
Ollier: As for the ''Harbor Herald'' and the ''Mythril Eye'', I ask that you follow me.
Ollier: While none are as knowledgeable as Lord Manderville, our staff shall do their utmost to guide you upon an educational—and dare I say entertaining—journey of the Gold Saucer.

Godbert: Ho ho ho! Apologies for the wait. I take it you're the eagle-eyed reporter from ''The Raven''.
Godbert: Accompanied by none other than my old friend [Forename], I see! You haven't decided to doff the mantle of adventurer in favor of a reporter's quill and ink, have you?

Kipih Jakkya: Lord Manderville, 'tis a pleasure to make your personal acquaintance. My name is Kipih Jakkya of ''The Raven'', and I have the honor of penning this exclusive interview with your esteemed personage.
Kipih Jakkya: This adventurer was kind enough to assist me on this project, so please consider {{alternatives|her|him}} a temporary member of our staff.

Godbert: Very good, very good! I am overjoyed to host you both at my darling Gold Saucer.
Godbert: Naturally, I expect some initial awkwardness as I become accustomed to the process, but I shall do my utmost to bare both body and soul to your inquiries. Ask away!

Kipih Jakkya: Your candor is much appreciated, Lord Manderville. Now then, perhaps you might share with us some exclusive details regarding the Gold Saucer's creation?

Godbert: Ohoho, a simple question! I thought you might ask me to divulge the secret of my family's peerless beauty, which has been carefully guarded for generations.

Kipih Jakkya: Y-Yes, well, I intend to get there in time, of course. But the objective of my article is to convey the charm of your establishment to my readers, and where better to start than with the tale of its inception?

Godbert: Only a reporter most masterful looks past the beauty of the man to the beauty of what he has wrought. How delightful, indeed! Come, allow me to give you the grand tour whilst answering your question with pomp and circumstance.
Godbert: Let us head for the aetheryte plaza, which rests in the heart of the Gold Saucer. From there I shall guide, and show you why House Manderville's ingenuity knows no equal!

Kipih Jakkya: I very much look forward to hearing the story of the Gold Saucer from the man himself!
Kipih Jakkya: If there is any place you wish to see first, simply ask Master Godbert—you'll hear no objections from me.

Ollier: Have you finished with your interview already, {{alternatives|Mistress|Master}} [Surname]? I was informed that Lord Manderville intended to commence his personal tour from the aetheryte plaza.

System: Some of the following events cannot be skipped. You may wish to cancel any pending Duty Finder registrations.

Question: Begin the tour?

Godbert: Allow me to welcome you anew to the Gold Saucer! I, Godbert Manderville, am at your complete disposal. Simply tell me where you wish to go and you shall have my personal escort!

Question: Where will you go?

> To Entrance Square.
> To Round Square.
> To Event Square.
> To Wonder Square.
> I've seen enough.
> Never mind.
---

Godbert: Pressing matters to attend to? Very well! I shall wait here until you wish to resume the tour.
Godbert: Five years after the Seventh Umbral Calamity ravaged Eorzea, the Gold Saucer rose from the sands of Ul'dah, serving as a beacon for all in the realm who sought leisure and diversion.
Godbert: For the Calamity had dealt the city-states a grievous blow, and each and every citizen had worked tirelessly to see their homes healed. I built the Gold Saucer to be a place where the beleaguered could forget their worries for a time and remember the feeling of a smile upon their faces.

Kipih Jakkya: A noble purpose, to be sure—especially considering the amount of your own wealth you poured into reconstruction efforts.
Kipih Jakkya: To build a legendary monument of recreation during such trying times must have been a challenge, considering the resources and manpower necessary for such an undertaking.

Godbert: But that is exactly why it had to be done! To give work to hands robbed of purpose by disaster and thereby construct the backbone of a thriving economy.
Godbert: I owe a great debt to each and every person under my employ. It was only by their hard work and diligence that the Gold Saucer was able to aid Eorzea in her time of need.
Godbert: As the cactus weathers hot desert climes, so too did my workers persevere with indefatigable spirit. For this reason, I chose the sabotender as our mascot, with the appellation “Senor” as a sign of respect for their contributions.
Godbert: All of that being said, the Gold Saucer is no charity. Quite the opposite in fact! An operation of this magnitude would soon shrivel in the sun without the steady flow of profit.
Godbert: There is much more I could say on the matter, but alas, we only have so much time! Let us return to the aetheryte plaza and perhaps consider a change of scenery.
Godbert: Ho ho ho! Round Square, yes! So famous for...eh...
Godbert: ...Ah, yes, of course! Mt. Corel soars majestic over its domain! Have you ever seen its like before?
Godbert: I wager you haven't! For this peak that countless visitors climb and descend daily is a construction of my imagination. Do you know what inspired me?

Kipih Jakkya: Inspired? This was fashioned based on a model?

Godbert: That it was, but I'm not surprised the name wouldn't ring familiar. Mt. Corel appears in a classic tale I used to enjoy immensely as a young lad.
Godbert: As a mountain that fed a booming mining industry, you can see how it would inspire the liberal use of explosives for this attraction.
Godbert: We procure our bombs from goblin artisans, thereby extending a unique commercial opportunity to merchants who might otherwise be shunned or feared by others.
Godbert: Naturally, we needed to ensure the explosives would create a thrilling spectacle without risk of injury. I myself spent many a day testing the efficacy of a variety of blasting powders upon my person... Oh, to be so young again!
Godbert: Alas, although I could expound upon this topic for moons, I'm sure your readers wish for an article as varied as the Saucer itself. Let us return to the aetheryte plaza and consider where we might go to next.
Godbert: Hoho, as the name implies, here is where we hold our grandest events. At present, Masters Typhon and Yojimbo perform their regularly scheduled show, to the delight of all and sundry.

Kipih Jakkya: Ah, yes, speaking of this “Master” Typhon... I've heard tell that he's a terrifying monster, whose sneezes are powerful enough to send someone flying off their feet. Pardon my directness, but does this not pose a danger to your guests?

Godbert: Danger!? Why, no, none at all! You can rest assured that behind Master Typhon's frightening countenance lies the kind heart of a model employee who cares deeply for the safety of our guests.
Godbert: Ah, I remember the day we met fondly... Master Typhon had been ushered into our realm due to an attempt by the Thaumaturges' Guild to summon voidsent, and after a journey full of twists and turns that yielded him no means to return from whence he came, he decided to seek gainful employment.
Godbert: Once I heard of his story, I knew he would be perfect as one of our attractions. After the requisite job interviews, I hired him on the spot.
Godbert: Albeit, he did get off to a sticky start, unleashing sneeze upon mighty sneeze in alarming succession. However, once I realized he meant only to offer up a reprieve from that day's blistering heat, I thanked him for his kindness, and he has been amenable to constructive criticism ever since.
Godbert: Of course, you know quite well how refreshing Master Typhon's sneezes can be. The tales of your bout with him and Master Ultros are still told to this day. Oh, were I there to witness it myself!
Godbert: Now, as much as I would like to regale you further, I fear I'm on the edge of rambling. Let us conclude our tour of Event Square and return to the aetheryte plaza.
Godbert: Wonder Square was envisioned as a place where our patrons can kick up their feet and take in the wondrous scenery we've arranged for them. The second floor is equipped with a cocktail lounge which offers the realm's finest libations.

Kipih Jakkya: From what I've heard, this area is among the most popular. Is it true that you even offer games hailing from the Far East?

Godbert: Ho, ho, just so! Our Doman mahjong has received great acclaim since its introduction here. There is nothing quite like it in all the realm.
Godbert: 'Twas brought to my attention by an employee who spent time in the Far East. There, it is played as simple recreation, as a display of hospitality, or in fierce competition amongst commonfolk and nobility alike.
Godbert: Truly, it brings me great joy that people can come here to enrich themselves with games from distant lands. I only hope that we can introduce even more games from places far and wide to the people of Eorzea!
Godbert: Ah, but there is still so much to see! Perhaps we should return to the aetheryte plaza, and consider the next part of your hard-won interview.

System: Are you sure you wish to conclude Godbert's tour?

Question: Conclude the tour?

Kipih Jakkya: Feeling tired already, adventurer? Well, let it not be said that ''The Raven'' neglects to allow its assistants proper time for rest. I'll accompany Lord Manderville on the rest of the tour and bask in what tidbits of lore he deigns to offer!
Kipih Jakkya: Very good. I believe I have more than enough information to write several articles!

Question: Tour the area again?

Godbert: It's been quite a while since I've spoken of my beloved Gold Saucer at such length. I do hope my ramblings did not bore you.

Kipih Jakkya: Far from it, Lord Manderville. I quite enjoyed your anecdotes, as I'm sure will each and every one of ''The Raven'''s readers!

Godbert: Ho, ho, I am delighted to hear it.
Godbert: We built the Gold Saucer to revitalize commerce and rekindle the spark of joy in people's lives.
Godbert: Laughter and smiles are as much a lifeblood as food and shelter. This place serves to fulfill that all too elusive need.
Godbert: Not only for our patrons, but for our workers who tirelessly keep the Gold Saucer operating smoothly. My greatest hope is for their happiness.

Kipih Jakkya: I see... A beacon of joy, guiding people to the smiles they've forgotten. I believe I can use that...
Kipih Jakkya: Thank you for everything, Lord Manderville! This interview gave me all I need for a phenomenal article.

Godbert: Ohoho, it was entirely my pleasure. May your pen burst forth with inspiration as do the clouds with rain—or as the Gold Saucer does with MGP!
Godbert: Do be sure to speak with Ollier on your way out. He has something prepared that I believe will bring a smile to ''your'' face!
Godbert: Like gold itself, the ideals which guide this establishment are immutable. I invite the both of you to return whensoever you please!

Kipih Jakkya: I can feel the ideas bubbling to the surface already... I must start writing at once!

Ollier: Welcome back. Allow me to thank you once again for answering our invitation.

Kipih Jakkya: The pleasure was all mine. It was an honor to hear such firsthand accounts from the Gold Saucer's founder.
Kipih Jakkya: I see now that this amusement center was designed with much care for the people it serves.
Kipih Jakkya: In fact, I'm thinking of entitling my article “The Gold Saucer: Where Hearts of Gold Reign.”
Kipih Jakkya: I hope it will convince more people to come and visit for themselves—and perhaps take with them a heart full of mirth.
Kipih Jakkya: Of course I haven't forgotten you, adventurer. I shall make sure to credit you in my article front and center!

Ollier: Before you depart, allow me to present you with a small token of our appreciation. Our event will be underway for some time yet, so we hope you continue to enjoy all the Gold Saucer has to offer!
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

Gridania's Most Wanted

2026-04-24T02:02:00Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = Gridania's Most Wanted
| description = P'yandih still seems to be having an easy time managing the guild.
| image = gridania's most wanted1.png
| quest-giver = P'yandih
| related-npcs = Adventuring Blue Mage; Martyn
| location = Ul'dah - Steps of Thal
| location-x = 12.5
| location-y = 13.0
| type = feature
| quest-line =
| journal-section = Class & Job Quests
| journal-category = Disciple of Magic Job Quests
| journal-genre = Blue Mage Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job = Blue Mage
| level = 75
| requirements = Learn {{action icon|Schiltron}}
| req-items =
| exp = 55800
| gil = 1014
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = The Beard, the Myth, the Legend
| next-quest = No Butts About It
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.45
| id-gt = 70311
| id-edb = bb6c435bde0
}}

==Walkthrough==
{{action icon|Schiltron}} is available via:
{{#lsth:Schiltron|[[Blue Mage Spells Learning Guide|Acquisition]]}}

==Steps==
*Speak with Martyn at the Carline Canopy in Gridania.

*Speak with Martyn at Bentbranch Meadows.

*Survey the area at the designated location.

*Survey the designated location.

*Speak with P'yandih in Ul'dah.

==Journal==
*P'yandih still seems to be having an easy time managing the guild.

*As P'yandih tells it, Martyn has caught wind of another promising candidate somewhere in the Black Shroud. She says he awaits your arrival at the Carline Canopy, urging you to hurry there before he finds himself in trouble.

*You find Martyn serving drinks and waiting tables at the Carline Canopy, allegedly for the purpose of affording room and board, as well as picking up on local gossip. He goes on to explain that a bandit has been terrorizing any and everyone who passes through the Shroud. Such a man, both formidable and seemingly desperate for coin, would be a worthy choice to hire into the Celestium's employ. With his shift at the tavern ended, Martyn bids you follow him to Bentbranch Meadows.

*Martyn arrives dressed ready for battle, and he is heartened to see you are as well. Knowing the bandit was last spotted in the Jadeite Thick, he suggests splitting up to track them down faster.

*You work your way through the thick of the thicket, yet try as you might, there is no sign of the bandit. Undeterred, you set out for another vantage point to continue the hunt.

*At last you find the dreaded bandit of the Jadeite Thick. Much to your surprise, however, he has already been defeated by a band of blue mages. They explain that they initially came to test the limits of their magic, but are nevertheless grateful for the sizable bounty they will receive for turning in the bandit. The sizable bounty Martyn incidentally forgot to mention. Sadly, the bandit's defeat served only as proof that they were not the rival you were hoping for, and so your search must begin anew. While Martyn sets off in search of a new lead, he asks that you return to Ul'dah and report back to P'yandih.

*P'yandih is sad to hear of what took place in the Black Shroud, but she is hopeful Martyn will have better luck elsewhere. Assuming he does manage to find a fighter worthy to be your rival, she suggests learning the spell Rehydration to supplement your already impressive arsenal of spells.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
P'yandih: Still working to master that new blue magic, I trust? I suspect you'll have need of it when you're finally face-to-face with your nemesis.

System: The next blue mage quest will be available from P'yandih upon learning Schiltron.

P'yandih: Good to see you, [Forename]. If you're here, then I take it you've finished studying that spell as Martyn asked. Good.
P'yandih: And your timing couldn't be better. I've a missive from Martyn.
P'yandih: He says he's found another promising candidate, this time in the Black Shroud. You're to meet with him at the Carline Canopy. I'd suggest you leave sooner rather than later, before he finds himself in trouble.
P'yandih: If this candidate is as strong as he says, he's like to be in over his head. I suggest making for Gridania as soon as possible.

Martyn: We have tables available for anyone seeking refreshment here at the Carline Canopy. I highly recommend our freshly brewed tea, or a bowl of our famous—
Martyn: [Forename]!?
Martyn: Before you say anythin', I've a perfectly good explanation. It's Royse's fault, and all her gil-pinchin'. With what little she gave me, I could scarcely afford the trip here.
Martyn: Thankfully, workin' here at the Adventurers' Guild not only covered my room and board, but also gave me the chance to listen in on the latest gossip.
Martyn: Word has it there's a notorious bandit at large, preyin' on merchants and travelers passin' through the Shroud.
Martyn: They routed the Wood Wailers and no one's seen hide nor hair of the adventurers who've been foolish enough to investigate.
Martyn: I assumed it was a veritable army, but no—it's all the work of a single bandit. Tell me that doesn't sound like a nemesis worthy of Azuro the Second?

Question: What will you say?

> Surely, you can't be serious?
> You want to hire a criminal? Really?
---

Martyn: What? It's not as if they won't be made to pay for their crimes first.
Martyn: Besides, thievery usually means they want for coin, don't it? With steady pay at the Masked Carnivale, they'd have the chance to turn their life around.
Martyn: At any rate, we need to stop them before anyone else does.
Martyn: That is to say, it'll all be for nothin' if they're apprehended by the Wood Wailers. And our timin' couldn't be better—my shift just ended. Meet me at Bentbranch Meadows when you're ready. We can start our search from there.
Martyn: Dressed for battle as well, I see. Your nemesis-to-be is said to be making camp in the Jadeite Thick. We're like to find them faster if we split up.

System: You see no sign of the bandit. Perhaps you will have better luck near Greentear...

Martyn: Do my eyes deceive me, or is this a band of...blue mages!?

BLUEMAGE04775: Master Martyn? By the Twelve, what a most fortuitous meeting!
BLUEMAGE04775: The four of us became fast friends at the guild, you see, and decided it best if we travel the realm together, both to fill our logs and test the limits of our blue magic.
BLUEMAGE04775: When we heard there was a notorious bandit roaming the woods, we couldn't well stay away. He was a formidable foe, to be sure, but thankfully our efforts proved enough.
BLUEMAGE04775: I can certainly understand now why there was such a sizable bounty on his head. It will go a long way toward the purchase of our home in one of the adventurers' residential districts. We're thinking of settling down in {{alternatives|Limsa Lominsa|Gridania|Ul'dah}}.

Question: What will you say?

> Bounty!? I didn't hear anything about a bounty!
> So you were only in it for the gil...
---

Martyn: Don't give me that look. With how little Royse compensates me, how else was I to account for my expenses? That the bounty would have left me with gil to spare is just a happy coincidence.

BLUEMAGE04775: Hm...?
BLUEMAGE04775: Are you...? You are! Azuro the Second! Your contests at the Celestium have been an inspiration to us all!
BLUEMAGE04775: Safe journeys, {{alternatives|miss|sir}}. I hope someday we might live up to your example.

Martyn: I never realized there were so many blue mages traipsin' about in search of spells.
Martyn: <sigh> Just my luck...
Martyn: Don't tell me you're still upset about the bounty? The bandit's been brought to heel, and that's all that really matters in the end.
Martyn: Unfortunately, their victory over the blackguard proves we were clearly mistaken in our choice of candidate.
Martyn: Which means we're back where we started.
Martyn: If you would go and share what we've learned with P'yandih in Ul'dah, I'll see about findin' another lead.

P'yandih: Welcome back, [Forename]. Returned with good news, I hope?
P'yandih: I see... How unfortunate.
P'yandih: Well, I will see to it Royse is apprised of the situation. Thank you again for your efforts.
P'yandih: In the event Martyn ''does'' find a candidate worthy to be your rival, I think it prudent you add more spells to your arsenal. As I recall, Martyn claimed Rehydration is a spell worth learning. Come and speak with me again once you've learned it.
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

Every Anden of the Rainbow

2026-04-24T02:01:59Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = Every Anden of the Rainbow
| description = [[Anden]] is deep in thought...or so one may assume. His face remains inscrutably leafy.
| image =
| quest-giver = Anden
| related-npcs = Eo Tyr; Feo Ul; Tellina
| location = Il Mheg
| location-x = 16.6
| location-y = 33.8
| type = feature
| quest-line = Custom Deliveries
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Il Mheg Sidequests
| journal-genre =
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 80
| req-quest =
| req-items =
| requirements = [[Custom Delivery]] level 5 with [[Anden]]
| exp = 112200
| gil = 1359
| mettle =
| reward1 = 3 HQ Sideritis Cookie
| reward2 = 3 HQ Tsai tou Vounou
| overridereward(1-10) =
| reward-opt(1-8) =
| overridereward-opt(1-8) =
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = That's So Anden
| next-quest = A Labor of Leaf
| patch = 6.3
| release = endwalker
| id-edb = 2f5becb9a7e
| id-gt = 70252
}}

==Steps==
*Speak with [[Anden]].
*Travel to [[Fanow]] and wait for Anden to arrive.
*Speak with Anden in [[Lydha Lran]].

==Journal==
* [[Anden]] is deep in thought...or so one may assume. His face remains inscrutably leafy.

==Dialogue==
{{section-stub|quest|reason=Dialogue, related-npcs and cutscene-npcs need review}}

{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Anden: You, [Forename], travel far and wide as Ardbert once did...
Anden: Tell me—what sort of encounter would leave one so forthright at a loss for words?

Question: What will you say?

> Meeting a talking shrub might do it.
> One with a person all too like myself.
> If you mean to ask about Ardbert, why not consult Seto instead?
---

Anden: That makes sense, given the circumstances. It's not every day one encounters a vocal leafman, or so I'm told.
Anden: Oooh, yes, that would certainly warrant some shock. Can you imagine another me running around somewhere, folious head and all? <shudder>
Anden: Leafman hybrids notwithstanding, to meet your own reflection would be a rare experience indeed...
Anden: Seto? Where have I heard that na— Oh! Ardbert's amaro, was it?
Anden: Wait a moment... I recognize a certain irony in my asking, but are you suggesting that this amaro can ''speak''?
Anden: That's highly unusual, to say the least! I daresay ''I'' would be the one in shock if we ever were to meet.
Anden: Hmm... Rare occurrences... Unexpected meetings...
Anden: ...OOOH! That's why none of Eo Tyr's glamours felt quite right.
Anden: [Forename]! Call the faerie king—I think I've remembered who I am!

Question: What will you say?

> Feo Ul! My most beautiful and beloved branch, I need you!
> Work your magic, Feo Ul!
> I call upon thy power, O great faerie king!
---

Feo Ul: Oh, to be called so passionately by my sweetest sapling! My spirit is all song!
Feo Ul: Of course, of course! Your branch has come to offer up the full extent of their power, just as they promised.
Feo Ul: Leafman—heed me well. If these magicks are to fail, you will melt into the earth as naught but an amalgamation of soil and grime. Have you remembered your true form, marrow to soul?

Anden: Y-Yes! Yes, I have. I think!

Feo Ul: Very well, then. Let us see what you become!

Anden: ''It worked''! I'm a person! A real person!
Anden: Just look at me! I haven't got roots or leaves or anything anymore! I'm free!

Eo Tyr: Ooooooh, Anden! ''True'' Anden! How I have missed you most of all Andens!

Anden: It makes sense, doesn't it? We men are hardly a common sight even amongst our own people. I'm sure Ardbert never expected to meet one of us out here!
Anden: It makes sense, doesn't it? Men such as I are hardly a common sight even amongst our own people. I'm sure Ardbert never expected to meet one of us out here!
Anden: It's all coming back to me now... I left the Greatwood to explore the outside world, came to Voeburt, met my very first sheep...and the rest is history.
Anden: I was truly happy as a shepherd. If it were not for the Flood...
Anden: O-Of course—the Flood! My village, did it survive? I...I must go and see what became of it.

Eo Tyr: You're leaving, Anden? But you've never left...not even when those white beasties came to slurp you up and crunch your bones!

Feo Ul: Leafless man—understand, we pixies are not wont to release the mortals we adore.
Feo Ul: As you yourself are one so favored by the fae, I grant you permission to remain in the Kingdom of Rainbows, if such is your wish. In your true and rightful form, of course.
Feo Ul: However, you are no longer bound to our land. You are free to travel the wide realm as does my brave sapling. Think carefully upon your decision, mortal, that you have no cause to regret it.
Feo Ul: Oh, I have so enjoyed this time with you, my adorable, dearest sapling. Let us meet again soon—yes, very soon!

Eo Tyr: Foolish, foolish Anden! Oooh, I can't let him leave... I shan't!

Anden: Have you ever been to the Rak'tika Greatwood, [Forename]? I don't imagine you've had cause to visit the Viis settlements there...
Anden: An ally of Ronka!? And you've been to Fanow! Well, then...
Anden: My village is far deeper in the woods, but Fanow might well be a good place to start.
Anden: Would you be willing to accompany me that far? To be honest, I'm not sure I could explain myself with any credibility, if questioned...
Anden: Thank you! Your presence is more reassuring than you know.

Eo Tyr: No! No, no, no, no, ''no''! How could you, Anden!?
Eo Tyr: After I tried so hard to keep you safe! After I told the others to give you leaves and roots so those awful monsters couldn't touch you! So you could live happily ever after with your precious sheep!

Anden: Y-You—? You turned me into a leafman to protect me?
Anden: Oh, Eo Tyr...
Anden: ...My apologies, [Forename]. I think Eo Tyr and I need some time to speak alone. Go on ahead to Fanow, would you? I'll meet you there.
Anden: There's no need to fret, Eo Tyr. I'm just going to visit, nothing more.

Eo Tyr: Oooh, I've heard ''that'' one before! They say Fanow is filled with pretty, pretty Viis! Lady Viis! You're going to leave forever and forget all about me!
Eo Tyr: I forbid it! You mustn't go! Oooh, Anden, please don't go!

Anden: There you are! I hope you weren't waiting overlong. It's been quite some time since I've navigated these woods...or had legs...

Tellina@Intimidating Voice: You, there! Halt!
Tellina@Intimidating Woman: ...An unidentified male blundering gracelessly through the trees like a child. You're lucky the scout thought to call me before anyone else.
Tellina@Intimidating Woman: But to think we would meet again, Gilltet...

Anden: Gilltet...?
Anden: Ah, of course! Gilltet. Which makes you...Tellina?
Anden: Er, it just came back to me—“Anden” is an assumed name, you see. My birth name is “Gilltet,” and this person who looks quite a lot like me is...

Tellina: Tellina. Gilltet's younger sister. 'Tis an honor to make your acquaintance, ally of Ronka.
Tellina: The forest spoke to me of your departure, but after the Flood... I had given up on ever seeing you again.
Tellina: And to willingly part with your name is one thing, but to forget it entirely... What did the outside world ''do'' to you, Brother?

Anden: Er... I-I don't know how to explain...

Tellina: I hardly believe what I'm hearing, Gilltet.
Tellina: While ''we'' were fleeing immitigable disaster, ''you'' were too captivated with your sheep to so much as seek shelter. Spared certain death only by the caprice of the fae, you've spent the intervening time as a leafman, blissfully unaware of your own existence...

Anden: “Immitigable disaster”? So our village, it...

Tellina: Painful though it was, abandoning the village when we did spared many a fate worse than death.
Tellina: ...Many, but not all. Some fell to sin eaters, while others have since left the woods as you did. You may not find many you recognize here, Gilltet.
Tellina: If you decide to return to the Greatwood even so, however, I would welcome you.

Anden: I, er, had best return to Il Mheg. Someone needs to look after the sheep.
Anden: I also owe a great debt to someone there. The very same someone who transformed me, actually.
Anden: I too assumed that they had made me into a leafman on a whim, but that's not the case. It was all to ensure that I wouldn't become something far worse—that even part of the true me might safely live on.
Anden: To turn my back on them after that seems...gauche. But I would never abandon my little sister, either! Perhaps I can visit as my duties allow?

Tellina: Unfettered yet honor-bound. Not even being changed into a bush could shake that from you, I see. Very well—come and visit when you have the chance. I'm sure the other girls would be glad of it.
Tellina: Good Viis boys—or any Viis boys, for that matter—are in low supply these days, so I suggest you leave ere you find yourself swarmed by suitors. Unless that sounds like better fun than your sheep?
Tellina: That goes for you as well, ally of Ronka. Between the two of you, I daresay you're the better catch.

Anden: Your sage guidance is noted, Sister! Truly, Tellina—I am glad to see you well. Let us speak again soon!

Tellina: I had best return to the hunt...but you have my thanks.

Eo Tyr: <sniffle> He came back... <hic> Anden came hooome! <sob>

Anden: I'm glad we got out of there without any fuss. That smirk of Tellina's did not bode well for me...
Anden: I can't believe our village is gone...but I'm grateful to have seen my sister again.
Anden: I even remembered my birth name! Always liked it, but when I left the forest I thought taking a local name would strengthen my resolve.
Anden: Thus, “Anden the shepherd” was born! A good, Voeburtite sheep-keep with a good, Voeburtite name.
Anden: And seeing as I am ''still'' a Voeburtite sheep-keep—or close enough to one, anyway—I think I'll stay Anden for the time being.
Anden: Oooh, my thoughts are finally clear! Finally, I feel like my own self, true and whole. Thank you for helping me, [Forename]—I simply couldn't have done it without you.

Eo Tyr: Oooh, I'm so happy you came back, Anden! I was ready to throw you into a scary, sticky dream if you didn't.

Anden: Just as I promised. I can't wait to get back to shepherding—and I have a debt or two to repay where you're concerned, Eo Tyr.

Eo Tyr: Tee hee hee! Silly Anden—you don't owe me anything at all.
Eo Tyr: Don't you remember? You used to leave out little offerings of sheep's milk and sweeties all the time. Say that you remember!

Anden: Oooh, I did, didn't I! I had heard tales of pixies that lived in these parts, so I made a point to leave them little things I thought they might enjoy. Call it a force of habit from my days attending woodland spirits. But you don't mean to say...

Eo Tyr: I do, Anden! Long ago, this land was ruled by people, and those people never ''really'' believed we pixies were anything more than clever little stories. And why should they? We always kept ourselves snugly out of sight with glamours.
Eo Tyr: But ''you'' believed in us. Kind, sweet, trusting Anden would always leave us treats and milk. Oooh, I'd never known such happiness.
Eo Tyr: So I watched over you always, Anden. Even when it was hard to—even when you were in such peril, but refused to leave your flock!
Eo Tyr: I couldn't watch you turn into one of those monsters. I had to do something to repay all your kind and generous gifts! ''That's'' why I turned you into a leafman. So you could stay safe and whole with the sheep you loved most.
Eo Tyr: But if you wish to thank me with bushels and bushels of adorable little things, Anden, I shan't say no. I can't say no! Not to you, my True and Lovely Anden!

Anden: Oooh, that flattery of yours! But I can tell it would make you happy, and that rather makes ''me'' happy, so I'll prepare some milk and sweets for you again sometime.

Eo Tyr: Ahahaha! That's right, Anden! Dearest Anden! Let us live happily and together, forever and ever—and ever after and on!

Anden: Well, the king said I should think carefully, and I believe I've reached a decision that suits me well.
Anden: Better than ever, in fact—mortals are fine, I suppose, but I feel freer amongst these fae folk. And now that I can ''hold'' things again, I can craft and trade for whatever my flock might need.
Anden: ...The lurking leafmen iterations of my former colleagues—not to mention myself—are still rather unnerving, though!
Anden: Come to think of it, as long as I'm here, I may as well serve as a sort of guide for any mortals who unwittingly stumble into Il Mheg.
Anden: It's been quite awhile since I've had to consider such things, but...what ''are'' people wearing these days? No, wait—it may be best if you show me. If you find something that would make me look welcoming and approachable, I would be most happy to try it!

System: Future requests will be selected at random from all those you have seen thus far, with the list refreshed once a week (Earth time).
System: You may review the items currently in demand at any time by speaking with Anden and selecting '''Make a delivery'''.
System: Note that lovely boxes of pretty things, lovely knickknacks, and Il Lydhas will earn you particularly handsome rewards. Whenever they make an appearance, the effort to procure them will be worth your while.
System: Furthermore, Anden's appearance may now be altered through the use of glamours.
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

Dearly Bekettled

2026-04-24T02:01:59Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = Dearly Bekettled
| description = Grenoldt has commitment on his mind. ※Changing classes or jobs will prevent progress during this quest.
| image = dearly bekettled1.png
| quest-giver = Grenoldt
| related-npcs = Chora-Zoi; Mowen; Qeshi-Trao; Quinnana
| location = The Crystarium
| location-x = 10.5
| location-y = 7.7
| type = feature
| quest-line = Splendorous Tools Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Records of Unusual Endeavors Quests
| journal-genre = Splendorous Tools Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| requirements =
| req-items =
| exp = 0
| gil = 785
| unlocks = ach Many-splendored
| prev-quest = Stand Tool, My Friend
| next-quest =
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.51
| id-gt = 70341
| id-edb = 9f3a79e954b
}}
==Steps==
*Speak with Grenoldt.

==Journal==
*Grenoldt has commitment on his mind.
※Changing classes or jobs will prevent progress during this quest.

*After a moment of celebration for your splendorous tool's completion, Chora-Zoi is quick to remark on Grenoldt and Mowen's prospective wedding. Though the legendary smith initially doubts he can be a worthy spouse, Mowen reassures her betrothed, and the two are wed on the shores of the Source. Knowing their travails may keep them far apart, the couple vows their fidelity to one another with a pair of miniature kettles. Once the ceremony is concluded, you sense Grenoldt wishes one more word with you, that he might voice his appreciation for your unwavering efforts as collaborator and confidant.

※Please note that you may not proceed with a class or job that is different from when you accepted this quest.

*The road has been long and winding and replete with trade goods, but your efforts have borne fruit in many ways, both expected and unexpected: Grenoldt and Mowen, awash in marital bliss, reaffirm their continued efforts to reshape Norvrandt's trades for the better. Chora-Zoi, meanwhile, has gained the confidence to thrive as a smith, and bids you return to the Mean whenever the urge to forge a new splendorous tool takes you. As you reflect upon your long journey, you recall Chora-Zoi mentioning her involvement with the Mean's leaders during the project, and wonder what new insights each Facet might have to offer.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
System: In order to undertake this quest, you must have the lodestar tool for your current class equipped, in your inventory, or in your Armoury Chest.

Grenoldt: Phew... I reckon I've molded an' shaped enough masterworks for two lifetimes. With the biggest hurdle of the project behind us, all what's left now is for me to, erm...press on through to the end.
Grenoldt: Ahem! Y-Ye ''do'' know what I'm on about, don't ye?

Chora-Zoi: Of course! Now that we've the means to perfect the splendorous tools, I believe a certain someone has wedding bells in their future!

Grenoldt: Aye... An' yet after all the bleedin' hardships we've overcome, I'm suddenly afeared I might not do right by Mistress Mowen.
Grenoldt: But the two o' ye moved mountains to get them tools up to snuff, an' givin' in to cold feet'd be a poor way to repay ye.

Mowen: Apologies for the sudden intrusion...

Grenoldt: M-M-Mistress Mowen! To what do we owe the pleasure?

Mowen: When Quinnana reported that your tool surpassed our every expectation, we simply had to board the first airship we could find! Might I gaze upon your crowning achievement?
Mowen: Such enchanting beauty... An exemplary symbol of the Crystarium and all those who have toiled in its name.
Mowen: 'Tis more splendorous than I could have dreamed. I am truly honored that my Boutique could serve as its namesake.

Qeshi-Trao: And what a joy it is to see my treasures given new life in your hands, [Forename]! May your tool encourage the wayward traders of our realm to find purpose anew.
Qeshi-Trao: Of course, this project would not be half as splendorous without the tireless efforts of our renowned toolsmiths. You have done admirable work, my friends, and I eagerly await your future masterpieces!

Chora-Zoi: Oh, I'm so pleased to hear that! We're humbled to have the Boutique's approval. Now, does this mean what I think it means!?

Grenoldt: ...Well, Mistress Mowen? What d'ye say?

Mowen: What to say, indeed...
Mowen: In founding the Boutique of Splendors, I sought to strengthen the bonds of our mercantile community while providing patrons with exceptional products and opportunities. Tell me, Grenoldt...have I become a merchant worthy of you and your masterworks?

Grenoldt: Aye, without question! I hold ye in the highest esteem. Always have, an' I always will.

Mowen: I will treasure those words for as long as I live. If you would still have me, then let us share the prosperity we have earned—not merely as business partners, but as husband and wife.

Qeshi-Trao: Well, I suppose that settles it. We've a ceremony to assemble! Shall I begin making arrangements for the attire?

Grenoldt: Ye needn't worry about that. Between our final steps o' the project, I found the time to weave together a little summat inspired by those odd dreams I kept havin'.
Grenoldt: There we were, Mistress Mowen an' me baldin' self, bedecked in fineries o' purest white, speakin' our eternal vows. I took it as a sign, an' recreated the attire down to the finest stitch. Long as me bride-to-be approves, her weddin' gown is but a wish away.

Qeshi-Trao: Would that we could all discover such devoted suitors! Now, what of the ceremony's location? Anywhere in particular you'd prefer to seal your vows and speak your sweet nothings?

Mowen: The shores of the Source would serve nicely. Years ago, we parted ways there when we began our solitary journeys. I can think of no better place to set out on the joint venture of marriage.
Mowen: Why, Grenoldt, it's beautiful...

Grenoldt: I marked me identity as a smitty with kettles like this. After dedicatin' me life to iron an' steel, travelin' across land an' sea...I finally fashioned up a pair that matches yer breathtakin' brilliance.
Grenoldt: Me dearest Mowen...take this kettle as a symbol o' the great strides we make apart, an' the innovations which bring us together.
Grenoldt: Though we'll be walkin' hand in hand from this moment on, our life's work is bound to call us away from the comfort of one another.
Grenoldt: In those dark, lonely hours, I want ye to hold yer kettle close, an' know that no matter how great the distance between us, me heart is with ye, always an' ever.

Chora-Zoi: <sniffle> Ohhh, Master Grenoldt, Mistress Mowen... I-I wish you all the best...! <sob>

Mowen: My dear, sweet smithy... If this is a dream, I never want to wake up!

Grenoldt: This ain't a dream, me love... An' I'll prove it to ye!

Mowen: Oh, Grenoldt!

Grenoldt: Well, I'm a married man now...an' I have the two of ye to thank.

Chora-Zoi: Thank ''you'' for allowing us to be part of such a beautiful ceremony, Master Grenoldt! You and Mistress Mowen make a lovely couple!

Grenoldt: Hah! Yer presence there was a blessin' to us both, lass. Who knew barin' yer feelings could be so liberatin'!? I may just be the happiest man in the whole bleedin' realm.

Mowen: And I, the happiest woman! I must thank you again for the beautiful attire, Grenoldt, not to mention the beautiful words... Our ceremony was all the more romantic for your heartfelt vows.

Grenoldt: Aye, I'd live in those fleetin' moments forever if I could. But we've precious work ahead of us, an' I can't go forgettin' meself in marital bliss.
Grenoldt: Long as I can lend a hand, we'll keep mass-producin' the splendorous tools for the Boutique. May as well keep the forge warm in the Tempest while I'm at it.

Mowen: I would expect no less from Norvrandt's legendary blacksmith! Much as I would prefer to remain by your side, Eulmore beckons, and I must heed the call of opportunity.
Mowen: But I promise you this, my dearest: I shall keep your kettle close to my heart, and await the day we are reunited.

Grenoldt: An' just like that, she's gone. No use mopin', though—there's work to be done! Miracles to forge an' visions to realize an' whatnot!
Grenoldt: It's been an honor an' a privilege, [Forename]. The possibilities are endless with that splendorous tool o' yers, an' I know ye'll make the most of it.
Grenoldt: If ye find yerself needin' another one down the line, just say the word...an' regale us with some tales of adventure, if yer feelin' generous!

Chora-Zoi: Don't ever be afraid to give us a shout if we can assist you, [Forename]! You have our full support, no matter where your adventures or your trade skills take you!

System: The leaders of the Crystalline Mean contributed some advice to Chora-Zoi during the final stages of the project. Speak with them to hear their thoughts on the tool's completion.
System: The leaders of the Crystalline Mean contributed some advice to Chora-Zoi during the final stages of the project. Upon finishing their requests, you may hear their thoughts on the tool's completion.
System: The leaders of the Crystalline Mean contributed some advice to Chora-Zoi during the final stages of the project, but require the aid of a capable {{alternatives|tradeswoman|tradesman}}. Speak with them to learn more of their work.
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

Dance Like Mowen Is Watching

2026-04-24T02:01:56Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = Dance Like Mowen Is Watching
| description = Grenoldt has a splendorous confession to make.
| image = A Tool for the Ages.png
| quest-giver = Grenoldt
| related-npcs = Chora-Zoi; Mowen; Quinnana
| location = The Crystarium
| location-x = 10.5
| location-y = 7.7
| type = feature
| quest-line = Splendorous Tools Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Records of Unusual Endeavors Quests
| journal-genre = Splendorous Tools Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| requirements =
| req-items =
| exp = 0
| gil = 872
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = La Vie Mowen
| next-quest = A Tool for the Ages
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.51
| id-gt = 70338
| id-edb = c50708c7868
}}
==Steps==
* Wait at the designated location.
* Speak with Grenoldt.

==Journal==
*Grenoldt has a splendorous confession to make.

*With yet another accomplishment under their belts, Chora-Zoi and Grenoldt are keen to begin their final rounds of improvements to the splendorous tools. Grenoldt, however, admits that he has more than the forge on his mind--his enduring love for Mowen can be contained no longer, and he wishes to propose to her upon their next meeting. With assistance from Quinnana, you and Chora-Zoi conceive of a strategy to aid Grenoldt in his marital quest, and make for the Exedra to set the plan in motion.

*Upon Mowen's arrival to the Exedra, Grenoldt elects to greet the object of his affections with a merry jig. To his surprise, Mowen answers his unexplained steps with a few of her own, and the two lose themselves in a moment of blissful dance. With his fond memories of the past rekindled, Grenoldt musters up the courage to ask for Mowen's hand in marriage--an offer she will happily accept once Grenoldt's travails with the splendorous tools have concluded. Grenoldt returns to the Crystalline Mean with new found determination while Chora-Zoi suggests you follow suit.

*Overflowing with renewed vigor, Grenoldt resolves to bring his all to bear in hopes of producing a tool worthy of Mowen and the Boutique’s increasingly lofty expectations. Together with Chora-Zoi, you pledge to aid him in these final endeavors, your sights set higher than the very stars you once returned to Norvrandt.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Grenoldt: Well, if it ain't the {{alternatives|tradeswoman|tradesman}} o' the hour! Things've been right busy here, if ye haven't heard. The Boutique's workin' their mercantile magic to distribute Miss Chora-Zoi's tools across the realm, an' our mass-produced models have met with all manner o' critical acclaim.

Chora-Zoi: It's an honor to be a part of something so grand! But with great quality comes great expectations, so we must temper ourselves for the final enhancements to come!

Grenoldt: Aye, that we do... An' this time, it ain't just about turnin' the trades on their heads.
Grenoldt: When next we meet with Mistress Mowen, I plan to pledge meself to perfectin' our tools, o' course. But these unsaid feelings o' mine have been yankin' me heartstrings about for too long. It's high time I put 'em into words...
Grenoldt: ...an' ask for Mistress Mowen's hand in marriage!
Grenoldt: I reckon the feeling has always been mutual. But we were too afraid to speak of it afore I left on me long journey, an' now so much time has passed.
Grenoldt: I've reached the pinnacle o' me trade an' took on me own apprentice like I always wanted. All that's left is to proffer meself to Mistress Mowen...an' hope I'm still a man what she'd be proud to share her life with.

Chora-Zoi: Aha! I suppose that would explain your behavior at the party...
Chora-Zoi: ...O-Oh! Erm, that is to say, you two make quite the pair, so I had a feeling that was the case! Quite frankly, I'm more surprised you two ''aren't'' wed after everything you've been through.

Grenoldt: Well, let's just say emotions ain't me strong suit. Every time I've tried to confess me undyin' affections, I end up tongue-tied an' weaker than a hobgoblin what's lost his knife. How d'ye s'pose I do this whole “romance” business without fallin' flat on me arse?

Question: What will you say?

> One does not simply ''do'' romance. One must ''bring'' the romance!
> Liquor! We need more liquor!
---

Chora-Zoi: Well said, [Forename]! Master Grenoldt needs to put himself in a situation where the flowers of passion can blossom on their own, so to speak—something that will help him express his feelings for Mistress Mowen.
Chora-Zoi: Liquor is ''not'' the answer! If our gathering at the Stairs was any indication, poor Master Grenoldt would be fast asleep after his first sip!
Chora-Zoi: Let's see... Perhaps you could request a dance of some sort? If you manage to sweep Mistress Mowen off her feet, you might find the courage to let your heart run free!

Grenoldt: Now that ye mention it, I did do a few little jigs at the parties we'd frequent. Afore I knew it, I'd find Mistress Mowen on the dance floor next to me, an' we'd go steppin' in time together...
Grenoldt: Aye, it'd be just like the ol' days! I'll dance till me feet fall off, if that's what it takes!
Grenoldt: But Mistress Mowen's a clever one, an' we'll need the element o' surprise if I'm to woo her well an' proper...

Quinnana: In that matter, I would be more than happy to assist. If memory serves, Mistress Mowen will soon be attending to some business in the Crystarium. Once that is concluded, I can inform her of an urgent matter that needs discussing and take her to you.

Grenoldt: Ye'd be doin' me a great service. Bring her to the Exedra, and I reckon I'll, erm...take it from there. A bit more dauntin' than I anticipated, but I've made it this far. No turnin' back now.

Chora-Zoi: Wicked white, it's really happening! I mean, we knew it was bound to happen, but that only adds to the excitement! You go on ahead to the Exedra, [Forename]—we'll meet you there once Master Grenoldt remembers to do his deep breathing exercises.

Grenoldt: We'll be makin' our way to the Exedra once I'm good an' ready. Deep breaths, Grenoldt... Just like ye taught Miss Chora-Zoi.
Grenoldt: This is it... Promise ye won't laugh if I make a fool o' meself.

Chora-Zoi: Mistress Mowen's arrived—act natural, you two!

Mowen: 'Tis a rare treat to find you all outside the Mean! Quinnana has kept me abreast of the splendorous tools' progress, and I'm told you plan to begin the final stages of improvements. Is there aught else I can assist you with?

Grenoldt: M-M-Mistress Mowen, I...!

Mowen: My word!
Mowen: Why, I remember those gallant steps as if it were yesterday! I see you haven't lost your touch.

Grenoldt: May I have this dance?

Mowen: Bravo, bravo! I had not expected such a pleasant surprise...but you, my dear Grenoldt, are full of them. You never cease to amaze.

Grenoldt: ...Now's me chance!
Grenoldt: I swear to ye on every kettle I've ever had the pleasure o' forgin': we'll craft ye the most brilliant tool that ever graced this star! An' when all is said an' done...
Grenoldt: W-W-Would ye do me the honor o' bein' me bride!?

Mowen: ...When I watched you set out upon your journey long ago, I feared a day like this would never come. Your pursuit of greatness may have separated us, yet it heartens me to know that your feelings—like mine—remain unchanged.
Mowen: The forge awaits, Grenoldt. It is your calling, and I will not keep you from it. But know that when the flames die down, and your toils are finished...I shall be yours.
Mowen: You have done much and more for the Boutique and the providers of Norvrandt, my friends. I eagerly await news of your continued success!

Chora-Zoi: We won't let you down!

Grenoldt: The two of ye had best be prepared... We're boldly goin' where no tradesperson's gone afore, an' we won't rest until our tools are the best damn things Norvrandt's got to offer!
Grenoldt: Well? What're ye waitin' for!? We've got work to do—it's back to the Mean with us!

Chora-Zoi: Yes, Master Grenoldt!
Chora-Zoi: I suggest you head to the Mean as well before the post-proposal euphoria takes hold of Master Grenoldt. We wouldn't want him making any rash decisions with so much at stake!

Grenoldt: I ain't proud o' draggin' ye into me personal affairs, but I owe ye me thanks nonetheless. Me heart hasn't felt this light since the day I met Mistress Mowen, an' I'll be damned if I let that go to waste.
Grenoldt: On me honor as an artisan, I vow here an' now to carve this inspiration upon everything I craft. I mean to fashion a new legend on that anvil of ours... A masterwork among masterworks!
Grenoldt: Still, I know better than to walk this path by me lonesome. I've asked a great deal of ye both already, but...would ye humor this lovesick smitty one last time?

Chora-Zoi: I owe so much to your guidance, Master Grenoldt—it would be my honor to return the favor! [Forename] and I will pour our utmost effort into the project, just as always.

Grenoldt: Hah! Thank ye, truly... Yer support means more'n I can say. Together, we'll hammer up a tool what'll guide Norvrandt to a new golden age o' trade!
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

Burgeoning Dread (Quest)

2026-04-24T02:01:55Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Limited Time Event Ended
| startdate = January 21, 2014
| enddate = February 3, 2014
| description1 = ''See also'': [[Burgeoning Dread]]
}}
{{Quest infobox
| title = Burgeoning Dread
| description = [[Khloe Bajhiri]] seeks an adventurer's aid to investigate a promising scoop. ※This quest is available for a limited time only.
| image = Burgeoning Dread.png
| quest-giver = Khloe Bajhiri
| related-npcs = Kipih Jakkya; Shantotto; Vorsaile Heuloix
| location = New Gridania
| location-x = 10.9
| location-y = 11.4
| type = side
| quest-line = Burgeoning Dread
| journal-section = Other Quests
| journal-category = Special Quests
| journal-genre = Collaboration Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 10
| req-quest =
| req-items = 1 Dainty Doll
| requirements =
| exp = 855
| gil = 0
| mettle =
| reward1 = 1 Wind-up Shantotto
| overridereward(1-10) =
| reward-opt(1-8) =
| overridereward-opt(1-8) =
| unlocks =
| prev-quest =
| next-quest =
| patch = 2.15
| release =
| id-edb = f94d6f3f6e1
| id-gt = 66823
}}
==Steps==
*Participate in the FATE “[[Embiggened Spriggans]]” followed by the FATE “[[Tower of Power (Event)]]” to obtain proof of the otherworldly menace.
*Deliver the doll to [[Vorsaile Heuloix]] at the Adders' Nest.

==Journal==
*Khloe Bajhiri seeks an adventurer's aid to investigate a promising scoop.
**※This quest is available for a limited time only.

*In recent days, Eorzea finds itself plagued with alarming atmospheric phenomena that have its denizens fearing another coming of the Calamity. As Khloe Bajhiri of Gridania's The Raven tells it, Commander Vorsaile Heuloix insists that it is simply a Garlean diversion, but the savvy reporter is convinced that forces far more sinister are afoot. To answer her earnest plea, seek out proof of the otherworldly nature of the disturbances, that you might secure a scoop worthy of The Raven's front page. Witnesses have sighted the supernatural storms in various locations: south of Fullflower Comb in the East Shroud, south of Camp Tranquil in the South Shroud, southeast of Horizon in western Thanalan, south of Forgotten Springs in southern Thanalan, northeast of the Foremast in middle La Noscea, and south of Costa del Sol in eastern La Noscea.
**※Please note that you will be unable to complete this quest after the seasonal event has ended. For details, please check the Lodestone.

*After a hard-fought battle, you have emerged with a curious doll that would seem to be conclusive evidence that the Garlean Empire is not behind the disturbances plaguing the Twelveswood. Deliver it to Commander Vorsaile Heuloix at the Adders' Nest to prove his theory in error, then prepare to report your findings to Khloe Bajhiri.

*The otherworldly force behind the disturbances was revealed to be one Shantotto, a formidable sorceress hailing from a distant world. As the mighty mage herself explains it, an oversized golem of her creation went berserk, raining destruction upon the land with no rhyme or reason─though given that the construct's original purpose was to conquer Eorzea in its mistress's name, this could be seen as a fortunate turn of events. Shantotto has returned to her realm, but her rampaging minion remains behind, leaving you and your fellow adventurers to see that it wreaks no further havoc upon the realm.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Khloe Bajhiri: {{alternatives|Madam|Sir}}! A moment of your time, if you please. I'm Khloe Bajhiri of ''The Raven'': every Gridanian's favorite source—well, their ''only'' source, but that's neither here nor there—for the latest tidings from the Twelveswood.
Khloe Bajhiri: And ''you'', my adventuring friend, are precisely the {{alternatives|woman|man}} I've been looking for to assist me in investigating a scoop of—quite literally—''earth-shaking'' proportions.
Khloe Bajhiri: Mayhap you have observed some alarming atmospheric phenomena of late? Searing flames raining down from the heavens, blizzards burying mighty oaks in snow and ice, cyclones so fierce as to whisk a pack of goobbues clear off their feet... Why, those that have borne witness and returned to tell the tale talk as if another Calamity is upon us.
Khloe Bajhiri: Most ominously of all, one witness—a proper half-wit, but I've long since learned not to discount any of my sources—swears to have sighted a towering black demoness at the eye of the storm. He said the bellowing laugh of the “She-Devil”—that's what he called the thing—haunts his dreams ever since.
Khloe Bajhiri: Commander Heuloix, in all his stubbornness, insists that this is all merely a Garlean diversion, but I cannot agree. No, my nose for news tells me that something—or some''one''—far more sinister is afoot. Something...not of this world.
Khloe Bajhiri: Why, I'm so certain of this that I've already begun thinking up suitable headlines. “Extradimensional Devastation Portends Eorzea's Ruination!”, “Preternatural Sorcery Wreaking Havoc—Will Our Realm Avert a Fate Most Tragic?” I am not wont to employ rhyme in my articles, but the unprecedented nature of this story stirs in me a flair for the dramatic.
Khloe Bajhiri: I have compiled eyewitness reports from all across Eorzea—here, I shall jot them down in your journal so you might have an idea of where to begin your search. I implore you, adventurer: find some proof that the disasters are of otherworldly origin, present it to Commander Heuloix for a proper analysis, and return here with a scoop worthy to grace ''The Raven'''s front page.

VORSAILE: An otherworldly force of destruction? <sigh> I can tell you only what I have told the others. Without proof that this is more than just an imperial diversion, I will not risk the lives of my men chasing after shadows.
VORSAILE: What have we here? 'Twould appear to be some kind of doll. You retrieved this after felling a towering she-devil at the eye of that sorcerous storm?
VORSAILE: I have not seen its like before, and yet I am quite confident in saying this is not of Garlean make. Perhaps I was too hasty to dismiss that reporter's presumptions...

SERPENTPERSONNEL: Seven hells!?

Kipih Jakkya: G-Gods preserve us!

SERPENTPERSONNEL: We have an intruder, Commander!

Shantotto@???: O～hohohohohoho!
Shantotto@???: Caught unawares by my stunning arrival? Such heedlessness is ill conducive to your continued survival.
Shantotto@???: Certainly a guest of my repute deserves a more befitting salute?
Shantotto@???: I expect to see more than mouths agape, if my wrath you wish to escape. As a matter of foremost urgency, you might begin by groveling for mercy.

VORSAILE: Vorsaile Heuloix of the Order of the Twin Adder does not ''grovel''. And now that I have given you a proper introduction, I daresay you owe us the same courtesy.

Shantotto@???: Owe? What a funny man. Do you not see your fate rests in the palm of my hand?
Shantotto@???: But I shall overlook your insolence, if only this once. After all, I suppose you can't help being a dunce.

VORSAILE: Stay your hand. I am not enamored of our visitor's arrogance, yet I would hear her out.

Shantotto: Your judgment is quite wise—you may yet stave off an untimely demise. Now heed me well, lest you come to woe—you stand before the illustrious Shantotto!
Shantotto: The Federation of Windurst in Vana'diel is my ''demesne'', where I preside as supreme mistress of all matters arcane.

VORSAILE: Lofty words. And yet both your name and your homeland are unfamiliar to me. Pray tell, what brings you to Gridania?

Shantotto: A full answer would cause your meager minds to unravel. Let us just say that my powers allow for interdimensional travel.
Shantotto: Sadly, I had to seal away this most marvelous spell, for reasons upon which I'd rather not dwell.
Shantotto: Anyhow, I recently revisited the incantation, for the purpose of making some ameliorations. You know how the saying goes: the mind of a genius is never at repose.

VORSAILE: Inter...dimensional travel, did you say?

SERPENTOIC: C-Commander... I cannot begin to comprehend what our visitor is trying to convey.

VORSAILE: In all honesty, I am not faring much better. 'Twould appear the gist is that her powers are not to be trifled with.

Shantotto: Why, that's the most astute observation you've made all day. I suggest you quit while things are going your way. Anyhow, testing the spell, I found myself by chance in your land—and quickly observed that things have gotten out of hand.
Shantotto: Beast tribes run amok, imperial plotting—the very core of your...''Eorzea''?...is rotting. Fortunately, I was at once inspired, with a plan to deliver you from the fate in which you are mired.
Shantotto: Raze your realm to the ground, leaving nary a shred, then erect an empire of my own in its stead. Yes, the only way to save this dimension...is to bring about a true Shantotto ascension! My golem was assessing the feasibility of this plan, until it came to a grinding halt at this adventurer's hand.
Shantotto: Fortunately for you, I can forgive and forget. Besides, you've afforded me data that may prove useful yet. In return for your—albeit unwitting—aid, I'd offer you this creation of mine in trade. But be warned...
Shantotto: Should you fail to treat her right, I shall set your pants alight!

SERPENTOIC: C-Commander! I daresay this vile witch poses a greater threat to our realm than the beast tribes and the Garleans combined...

Shantotto: ...But I've dallied long enough in this dimension. Matters of actual import demand my attention.
Shantotto: Fear not—should your realm remain in disarray, the esteemed Shantotto shall return to rescue the day.
Shantotto: Meanwhile, worry not about my wayward creation. In its current state, it could at best overthrow a single nation!
Shantotto@Disembodied Voice: O～hohoho! Ooo～hohohohohohohohoho!

SERPENTOIC: Commander! Should we not pursue her?

VORSAILE: And how do you propose we do that? No, it is clear that this...Shantotto...is a singular force of destruction the likes of which we cannot hope to contain.
VORSAILE: Better that she depart of her own volition, lest that appalling plot of hers come to fru—er, ''pass''.

Khloe Bajhiri: Who–the what–the where–the why–now? Someone tell me I haven't been sitting on my arse deaf and dumbfounded as the scoop of a lifetime came and went before my eyes!

VORSAILE: In any event, you've done a great deed for us in getting to the bottom of this mess, [Forename]. It would seem we've not seen the last of Shantotto's crazed creation, but I trust you will see that it brings no further harm to our realm.
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

And the Crowd Goes Mild

2026-04-24T02:01:54Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = And the Crowd Goes Mild
| description = Martyn is happy to see a familiar face.
| image = and the crowd goes mild1.png
| quest-giver = Martyn
| related-npcs = Amiable Citizen; Easygoing Citizen; Overbearing Citizen; P'yandih; Royse
| location = Ul'dah - Steps of Thal
| location-x = 12.5
| location-y = 13.0
| type = feature
| quest-line =
| journal-section = Class & Job Quests
| journal-category = Disciple of Magic Job Quests
| journal-genre = Blue Mage Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job = Blue Mage
| level = 70
| requirements =
| req-items =
| exp = 54000
| gil = 752
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Reflections in Crystal, A Future in Blue
| next-quest = The Beard, the Myth, the Legend
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.45
| id-gt = 70309
| id-edb = ecb368f3cde
}}
==Steps==
*Gather information at the Gold Court.

*Speak with Royse.

==Journal==
*Martyn is happy to see a familiar face.

*While catching up with Martyn, you are soon joined by Royse and P'yandih who come with concerning news─attendance at the Celestium has been on the decline. Hoping to uncover the reason why, Royse suggests speaking with the people of Ul'dah directly. She asks you survey the people of the Gold Court while she and the others inquire in the surrounding districts.

*A handful of townsfolk are willing to speak with you, and the reasons for their dissatisfaction with the Celestium are varied. What they seem to have in common, however, is a belief that greater challenges are needed for the blue mage performers. You can but wonder if this coincides with what Royse and the others have learned.

*Everyone has heard much of the same, and after a moment of consideration, Royse arrives at a conclusion: you are in need of a nemesis with whom you can do battle at the Celestium. Martyn has been tasked with finding this challenger, and to be certain they are a worthy rival, they must prove to be stronger than even himself. It is a laborious task that will take considerable time, which is why the blue mage suggests you continue your training in preparation. Until news of a potential candidate reaches P'yandih at the guild, he suggests mastering the spell Goblin Punch.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Martyn: Good to see you, [Forename]. You're lookin' well.
Martyn: Better than well, in fact. What have you been up to that's put such a spring in your step?

Question: What will you say?

> I traveled to another world—the First.
> Oh, you know. Saved another world from total and utter annihilation. The usual...
---

Martyn: Another what!?
Martyn: I never took you as the type for weavin' tall tales, [Forename]... I suppose next you'll be tellin' me how you held court with the faerie king once upon a time.
Martyn: Well, well, look who it is!
Martyn: Siegfried and Zirnberk were tellin' me how you went and saved our star! You've done me proud, [Forename].
Martyn: Though I wish you'd have called on me. I'd have given your enemies a sound thrashin', as only a master of blue magic can.
Martyn: That's not to say ''you'' aren't a master of the arts, mind. We're all still here breathin', after all.
Martyn: Ahem. While I've nothin' quite so momentous to share, there was somethin' I've been meanin' to tell you.
Martyn: Because the guild has so many members now—adventurer folk of all sorts, eager to explore every corner of the realm—we've discovered quite a few new spells I'm sure you'll be keen to have added to your blue magic spellbook.
Martyn: A fine complement to the wealth of knowledge in your blue mage log, but there's always room for improvement. I trust you're still addin' notes to it, eh?

P'yandih: [Forename], what a welcome surprise!

Royse: How fortuitous that you should save me the trouble of seeking you out.

Martyn: If you're both here, I take it you're not come for small talk.

Royse: I'm afraid not, my dear.
Royse: Your impressive displays at the Masked Carnivale have served to help the Celestium thrive.
Royse: And yet...in recent days, ticket sales have been on the decline.

Martyn: Now that you mention it, I have noticed more empty seats in the stands of late.

P'yandih: And what crowds we ''do'' manage to draw seem rather unenthused by the proceedings.

Royse: Should this continue, I fear Amajina & Sons will withdraw their financial backing.

Martyn: Well, there has to be somethin' we can do.

Royse: To discern what that something is, I require your assistance. First and foremost, I believe it prudent we speak with the people of Ul'dah directly, and learn what it is they've suddenly found wanting at the Celestium.
Royse: [Forename], if you would go and investigate the Gold Court, the rest of us shall start from the surrounding districts and spread out from there.
Royse: When you all have finished, let us reconvene here. Now, off you trot!

ULDAHNCITIZENA04773: Masked Carnivale? Never been. To be honest, can't say I'm all that interested.
ULDAHNCITIZENA04773: The Gold Saucer, on the other hand—now ''that's'' a fun time.

ULDAHNCITIZENB04773: Hm? The Masked Carnivale? Now that you mention it, I haven't been to see the show in quite some time.
ULDAHNCITIZENB04773: After a while it all seemed so...routine. Gladiator matches are far more interesting—at least then the challenger's not some marmot-brained idiot.

ULDAHNCITIZENC04773: Say, aren't you that blue mage, Azuro the Second? I'm a big fan of yours!
ULDAHNCITIZENC04773: I went to the Celestium near every day after your debut performance. Though, it's been a while since last I was there.
ULDAHNCITIZENC04773: Nothing really seems to pose a challenge for you anymore. What they need are more menacing opponents like Azulmagia and Gogo.

ULDAHNCITIZENA04773: I find the sights and sounds of the Gold Saucer are much more appealing than anything in the Celestium.

ULDAHNCITIZENB04773: Contending with beasts in the Celestium is good sport and all, but a battle of brawn ''and'' brains would be far more interesting, no?

ULDAHNCITIZENC04773: Not every opponent can be as intimidating as Azulmagia. <sigh> A man can dream, though...

Royse: Finished your inquiries at the Gold Court, have you? Good. I imagine Martyn and P'yandih should be along ere long.
Royse: ...I see. Then the answer to our problems is clear.
Royse: Azuro the Second is in need of a nemesis!

Martyn: But what of the people who told me they're clamorin' for more appearances from Azuro the Third?

Royse: You mean person. Singular. And what is a single opinion against the swathe of fans seeking a worthy challenger to oppose Azuro the Second?

P'yandih: If they're to contend with [Forename], we would need the likes of Siegfried or Azulmagia.

Royse: Quite right. Then the two shall clash in the Masked Carnivale, the Celestium awash with excited fans clamoring for more.
Royse: Very well. Martyn—you are to find a nemesis for [Forename].
Royse: And to be certain they are worthy of the role, this prospective rival must be stronger even than you.

Martyn: Seein' as that's not physically possible, I'm afraid I'll have to decline.

Royse: Is that so? Pity, that. I was considering appointing you showmaster had you succeeded.
Royse: Naturally, that would include three percent of profits for all of their appearances at the Celestium, but if you've no interest...

Martyn: Showmaster, you say? Make it five percent, and you have yourself a deal.

Royse: Hmmm...

Martyn: ...Four percent?

Royse: Three and a half.

Martyn: Deal! You'll have your nemesis, just you wait.

Royse: Then I shall see to preparations for their debut.
Royse: It wouldn't do for you to be seen in the same, tired old garbs, but worry not—I shall make certain you are dressed for the occasion. Now, if you'll excuse me, there is much to be done.

Martyn: While I'm away, I'll need you to keep watch over the guild, P'yandih. Think you're up to the task?

P'yandih: I know full well how you tend to matters of the guild, Martyn. I'm sure we'll be fine.

Martyn: Seeing as this is meant to be your rival, [Forename], I'll be countin' on you to give them your seal of approval.
Martyn: I'll be in touch with P'yandih when I've found a suitable candidate, so don't be a stranger.
Martyn: In the meantime, I think it best you continue your trainin'. A nemesis deserves nothin' less than your very best, after all. Why not see about learnin' Goblin Punch while I'm gone?
Martyn: No doubt you'll make good use of it in the battles to come. Until then!

P'yandih: It didn't occur to me until he left, but...I'm quite certain the going rate for showmasters is ''five'' percent. Perhaps it's for the best he doesn't find out.
P'yandih: <sigh> Would that his skill in negotiations matched his mastery of blue magic...
P'yandih: Speaking of which, I believe you have a task set before you—mastery of Goblin Punch. I'll be holding down the fort here until you return.
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

An Original Improvement

2026-04-24T02:01:52Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = An Original Improvement
| description = [[Chora-Zoi]] is awaiting the arrival of an important visitor.
| image = an original improvement1.png
| quest-giver = Chora-Zoi
| related-npcs = Grenoldt; Katliss; Mowen; Quinnana
| location = The Crystarium
| location-x = 7.8
| location-y = 11.4
| type = feature
| quest-line = Splendorous Tools Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Records of Unusual Endeavors Quests
| journal-genre = Splendorous Tools Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| req-quest = Endwalker (Quest), The Boutique Always Wins, The Crystalline Mean
| req-items =
| requirements = [[Disciples of the Land]] or [[Disciples of the Hand|Hand]]
| exp = 0
| gil = 0
| reward1 = 1 Splendorous Coffer
| unlocks =
| prev-quest =
| next-quest = A Dedicated Tool
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.35
| id-gt = 70266
| id-edb = ae6d0e41d1a
}}

==Walkthrough==
{{main|Splendorous Tools}}
==Steps==
*Speak with [[Grenoldt]].
*Speak with Grenoldt again.

==Journal==
* [[Chora-Zoi]] is awaiting the arrival of an important visitor.

* An excited Chora-Zoi accosts you, eager to share the news that a legendary craftsman is on his way back to the Crystarium after a prolonged absence. Hearing this, you are not terribly surprised to discover that the artisan who arrives soon after is the same Grenoldt you encountered in the depths of the Tempest. Grenoldt has judged that the time is right for him to rejoin society, and invites you to come along as he seeks to pair his veteran experience with the untapped potential of a new generation of craftspeople─namely, the promising Chora-Zoi.

* You accompany Grenoldt as he reunites with old acquaintances in the Mean, and are subsequently treated to an awkward display of mutual adoration. Reignited romance with Mistress Mowen aside, it is decided that the seasoned craftsman will guide the young Chora-Zoi in her endeavor to create a new line of artisan tools─an undertaking in which your participation is highly encouraged. Katliss, the one who volunteered your assistance, has kindly provided a place for the three of you to work in the form of a nearby stall.

* Chora-Zoi explains the difficulty she faces in producing original works, and so Grenoldt suggests she begin her search for innovation by using his old tools as a base. Although intimidated by the thought of improving on such masterpieces, Grenoldt's steady advice and Mowen's proffered mercantile support is enough to convince the young artisan to begin crafting her own “splendorous tools.” Your role in this project, however, has yet to be fully explained...

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Chora-Zoi: Excuse me! You're the Warrior of Darkness, aren't you!? My name is Chora-Zoi, and I work for the Facet of Forging.
Chora-Zoi: I apologize for interrupting your day, but seeing as you're said to be a practiced artisan, I thought you might be interested to hear the news!
Chora-Zoi: A craftsman of legendary reputation is coming home to the Crystarium! He's long been away, living somewhere in the wilds that he might focus on mastering his trade without worldly distractions...
Chora-Zoi: But now that night is returned to the realm, he felt it time to return. As a matter of fact, he's due to arrive any moment now. Ah, to think that I shall soon meet one of my greatest inspirations!
Chora-Zoi: <gasp> Over there... I think that's him!
Chora-Zoi: M-M-Master Grenoldt...?

Grenoldt: Aye, that'd be me. Ye must be the young artisan I was told would be waitin'. Chora-Zoi, was it?

Chora-Zoi: Y-Yes, sir! It is ''such'' an honor!

Grenoldt: An' [Forename], wasn't expectin' to see ye here! Ye've been keepin' well, I hope?

Chora-Zoi: Hold on... The two of you know each other!?

Grenoldt: Aye, came to visit me workshop in the depths o' the bloody Tempest, {{alternatives|she|he}} did. Gave {{alternatives|her|him}} a set o' gear in exchange for helpin' me out with a job, then {{alternatives|she|he}} was off to save the world, or summat to that effect...

Chora-Zoi: Oh my, it's like seeing storybook heroes come to life! I was set on asking you to be my mentor, but to simply meet you is already a dream come true!

Grenoldt: Now, now, lass, I ain't worthy o' such an earnest young craftswoman's admiration. I was a sad shadow of a man, hidin' away in a watery tomb.
Grenoldt: 'Twas only when [Forename] came along that I was forced to realize how much me work relied on the people I tried to leave behind. Then I got to thinkin' I should pair up with the up-an'-comin' talent—ye know, get meself a fresh perspective.
Grenoldt: I sent a letter sayin' as much to me ol' mates in the Mean, an' they told me of a promisin' artisan who'd shown an interest in me craft. So I took that as the sign I needed to get me sorry arse back home.

Chora-Zoi: You mean me!? ''I'' was the sign!? You won't regret this, Master Grenoldt, I promise!
Chora-Zoi: Shall we make our way straight to the Mean? Katliss and the others are eager to see you.

Grenoldt: Havin' ye show up in this moment is some kind o' fate, I reckon. Why don't ye come along, an' we can make it one big reunion?

Chora-Zoi: I wholeheartedly agree! Please come with us, [Forename]!
Chora-Zoi: It's been nigh on a decade since Master Grenoldt was last in the Crystarium. I can't imagine what he must be feeling.

Grenoldt: Well, ain't this a sight for sore eyes... Those iron girders. Those elegant domes. Gazin' up at that architecture as a sprat is what got me into the trade in the first place.

Chora-Zoi: Ahhh, so the city itself was your original source of inspiration! You must have some wonderful stories—I can hardly wait to hear them all!
Chora-Zoi: Isn't that Mistress Mowen?

Grenoldt: Mistress Mowen! Speakin' of a sight for sore eyes... Surely ye've not come into town on account o' little ol' me?

Mowen: But of course I did. Many's the evening I spent on Eulmore's terrace, gazing into the distance and thinking fondly of my rough-spoken smith.

Grenoldt: Uh, ahem... I should explain.
Grenoldt: I owe a great debt to Mistress Mowen here. If she hadn't believed in me—enough to promote me wares all over Norvrandt—then I reckon I'd never have made it as an artisan.
Grenoldt: As it turns out, I found me muse in them enchantin' eyes. The thousands of kettles I forged to capture that captivating gleam was what set me on the smitty's path!
Grenoldt: This one I inscribed with a mark I saw in a dream...an' it's become the symbol o' me good fortune—the embodiment of all me aspirations.
Grenoldt: Without ye, Mistress Mowen, I wouldn't be the craftsman I am today. I hope the fool who spent so many years honin' his skills under the ocean is still one ye can be proud of...

Mowen: You great oaf, 'tis I who was enchanted—by your craft, and by your unyielding discipline. In emulating those admirable values was I able to build my commercial empire!

Chora-Zoi: Ahem! So! Master Grenoldt, did you have anything in particular you were wanting to forge? Some overarching plan or direction in mind?

Grenoldt: That was to be me question to ye, Chora-Zoi. Afore we begin, I need to know: what's the thing ye daydream about craftin' the most?

Chora-Zoi: Well, I... I suppose I've always liked the idea of a tool which “attunes” itself to the artisan who holds it. But I could never settle on a design...

Grenoldt: Forget the finer details for now—the seed o' yer idea is all we need to get underway. Just hop on the craftin' cart with me, an' we'll see where it takes us!

Mowen: How wonderful! Being the sort of veteran craftsman who takes on a disciple was something you always wished for, was it not?

Grenoldt: Ye...remember that? Feels like an age since we spoke of it.

Mowen: A new era has begun. Norvrandt is emerging from a hundred years of torpor, and the tools you invent will help shape the world it becomes.
Mowen: As chairwoman of the Boutique of Splendors, I consider it my duty to nurture the artisans of today and tomorrow. Whatever you decide to do, I pledge my full support.

Katliss: Might I suggest you have [Forename] lend a hand? I can personally vouch for {{alternatives|her|his}} skill, and I'm certain whatever tool you end up crafting will benefit from {{alternatives|her|his}} involvement.

Grenoldt: I'll not say nay to that! With Chora-Zoi's potential an' yer proven talent, I'll be in fine company!

Mowen: Having the Warrior's name attached to your project will add more than simple prestige—we could be watching the birth of something truly historical. As a merchant, I can think of no greater honor or opportunity than to be part of this undertaking.

Katliss: You'll need a place to work, I assume? We've set up a stall just outside the Mean, so feel free to make yourself at home for as long as you decide to stay.

Grenoldt: Sounds perfect—I do like the idea of bein' in earshot o' the hustle an' bustle. Let's see about gettin' me tools unpacked, shall we?

Chora-Zoi: Master Grenoldt's Crystarium workbench! Imagine the wonders that will be made here!

Mowen: I am reminded of the early days of my boutique—of the trips I would make to collect Grenoldt's latest creations to take to the market. Those are some of my fondest memories...

Quinnana: I cannot recall when I last saw Mistress Mowen so full of joy. Even on the road here from Eulmore, she seemed, well, a little giddy, to be honest.

Grenoldt: I've got a Crystarium furnace in my Tempest workshop, so I'm well familiar with the facilities here in town.
Grenoldt: Any refinin' or smeltin' can be done at the Facet of Forging, an' this place'll serve as me workbench.
Grenoldt: One thing, Miss Chora-Zoi: do ye have much experience in craftin' original pieces?

Chora-Zoi: Practically none at all, I'm ashamed to say. I have something of a knack for making replicas, but when it comes to new ideas, I find myself being overwhelmed by the possibilities.

Grenoldt: An' so ye stick to what ye know, eh? Hrm.
Grenoldt: How about we try this, then? Ye take some o' me old tools as a base, an' see what improvements ye can add to make 'em yer own.
Grenoldt: I have a set right here ye can work on.

Chora-Zoi: Y-You mean, the tools you made yourself!? The same tools lauded by master artisans in every corner of Norvrandt!? I must have filled a hundred orders making duplicates of your designs!

Grenoldt: Aye, they were right popular for a time there. Afore I took up the hermit's life, I was stuck craftin' them dawn till dusk—even had a nightmare I was trapped, slavin' away at me forge until me bloody hair fell out.

Chora-Zoi: But...but they're ''masterpieces''! What could I possibly do to improve upon them?

Grenoldt: Don't take it so seriously, for starters. Play around a bit, tweak a few measurements, an' that'll soon give ye a feel for what is an' ain't possible.

Mowen: Ah, such fond memories. Grenoldt was buried beneath unfinished tools, I was drowning in purchase receipts, and the orders just kept flooding in...

Grenoldt: Mistress Mowen, no!
Grenoldt: Apologies, I didn't mean to— Ye'll get tool grease all over them clean hands o' yers, is all.

Mowen: 'Tis I who should apologize! One careless move, and I might have ruined your project before it even began...

Grenoldt: It's fine, everythin's fine! Yer touch could never ruin anythin'!
Grenoldt: Ahem. If I rack the ol' noggin, it shouldn't take long to sketch out some plans for evolvin' the original tool designs. Ye'll be the one doin' the actual improvements, so feel free to draw on 'em or make whatever adjustments ye like.

Mowen: And whatever materials you require, the Boutique will procure it, no matter the rarity!

Grenoldt: Me dear lady, I've not the words to thank ye for yer generous assistance...

Chora-Zoi: I've just had the most wonderful idea! We'll need a name for our new creations, and what better way to show our gratitude to the Boutique than to dub them “splendorous tools”!?

Mowen: 'Tis a lovely gesture, Miss Chora-Zoi! But a merchant's role is simply to ensure that the artisan has her choice of creative clay. 'Twould be presumptuous in the extreme to have my establishment take center stage when the genius is all yours.

Chora-Zoi: That quiet dignity and dedication is exactly why I'd be proud to have you and your business represent us! If it helps, think of it as commemorating your reunion with Master Grenoldt!

Grenoldt: Now this is just gettin' awkward... What do ye think, [Forename]?

Question: What will you say?

> Dignity and dedication sound like fine virtues to be associated with.
> I think it's just ''perfect''.
---

Mowen: In that case, I shall work doubly hard to fulfill my promise of support. May your splendorous tools be instrumental in crafting the marvels of this new age!
Mowen: You have everything you need to begin, I hope? I have instructed Quinnana to serve you as the Boutique's representative, but rest assured that I shall return anon to check on your progress.

Grenoldt: I'll get to explainin' me plans in a bit, but for now, we'll leave the base tool with ye, [Forename]. Katliss says yer qualified to be our test {{alternatives|tradeswoman|tradesman}}, an' that's good enough for me.

Chora-Zoi: Quinnana here will be sharing our stall, and stocks a whole range of other tools should you need them!
Chora-Zoi: I can hardly believe this is actually happening... Me, working under the tutelage of the Warrior of Darkness ''and'' Master Grenoldt!

System: The splendorous coffer will dispense a primary tool based on your current class at the time that it is opened.
System: Tools for other classes can be obtained by speaking to Quinnana at Grenoldt's workbench just outside the Crystalline Mean.
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

An Ideal Marriage

2026-04-24T02:01:50Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = An Ideal Marriage
| description = The [[Curious Courier|curious courier]] is beeping wildly.
| image = an ideal marriage1.png
| quest-giver = Curious Courier
| related-npcs = Emmanellain; Honoroit; Sicard; Tataru
| location = Unnamed Island
| location-x = 12.4
| location-y = 28.7
| type = sidequest
| quest-line = Island Sanctuary Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Records of Unusual Endeavors Quests
| journal-genre = Island Sanctuary Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 1
| req-quest =
| req-items =
| requirements = [[Island Sanctuary]] Rank 15
| exp =
| gil =
| reward1 = 1 Baronial Hat
| reward2 = 1 Baronial Jacket
| reward3 = 1 Baronial Wristwraps
| reward4 = 1 Baronial Culottes
| reward5 = 1 Baronial Longboots
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = A Far Eastern Yarn
| next-quest = The Sweetest Thing
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.4
| id-edb = aa46509aeaf
| id-gt = 70299
}}

==Walkthrough==
If the quest does not appear, make sure that all buildings and landmarks are built, fully renovated and that the construction or renovation is confirmed by interacting with the board in front of the building.

==Steps==
*Await [[Tataru]]'s arrival at the designated location.
*Speak with [[Emmanellain]] and have him accompany you.
*Head to [[The Cozy Cabin|the cozy cabin]] while accompanied by Emmanellain and [[Sicard]], and speak with Sicard at the designated location.
*Head to a good vantage point while accompanied by Emmanellain and Sicard, and speak with Sicard at the designated location.
*Speak with Tataru.

==Journal==
* The curious courier is beeping wildly.

* According to the curious courier, Tataru is on her way to the island with two disparate parties who were double-booked for tours. Wondering if you should share in the mammet's obvious distress, you head to the western inlet to welcome your guests.

* Tataru is accompanied by none other than Honoroit, Emmanellain, and Sicard who all arrive amicably. After enthusiastically addressing a grave error of wardrobe, Emmanellain proclaims he is ready for your grand tour. He wishes for you to also enjoy the tropical ambience to its fullest, and so suggests you dress in your island finest while showing him and Sicard around.

* Dressed for a day of fun in the sun, you make for your cozy cabin. Emmanellain and Sicard trail behind you, soaking in the sights along the way.
** ※You must be accompanied by Emmanellain and Sicard to complete this task. Speak with them again should you become separated.

* After showing your friends the progress you've made on your coziest of cozy cabins, Sicard demands to see the best view in your hideaway. And who are you to deny your honored guests?
** ※You must be accompanied by Emmanellain and Sicard to complete this task. Speak with them again should you become separated.

* You make your way up and around the various paths and structures of your island until you reach the breezy heights of your hideaway's cliffs. Sicard gazes upon your settlement, his expression uncharacteristically thoughtful. Basking in the island's beauty, he and Emmanellain discover common ground in their struggles to live up to others' expectations. A rare and touching moment to be sure, but they did not come here to wax poetic about the future.

:You went, you saw, you played with a ball, and all too soon your island tour draws to a close. After returning to the beach, you find Tataru looking out at the ocean, her cheeks pink from recent exertion and eyes bright with happiness.

* It seems your guests had a lovely time in your little slice of island paradise, which has made all your hard work─and the mammets' hard work─more than worth it. You wave good-bye to your friends and wonder who else may come to visit in the days ahead...

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
OPERATORMAMMET: Contact! Contact from Mistress Tataru!
OPERATORMAMMET: There has been a most regrettable overbooking, and our guests are soon to arrive! Oh dear, oh dear...
OPERATORMAMMET: Parties from both Ishgard and Limsa Lominsa will be here at any moment. Quickly! You must go and welcome them at the western inlet—and be sure not to play favorites!
OPERATORMAMMET: I just ''knew'' the guest situation would overwhelm us eventually...

Tataru: [Forename]! Lovely to see you as always. I trust we find you well?

Emmanellain: [Forename], old {{alternatives|girl|boy}}! Might I say how delighted I am to finally partake in the luscious fruits of your labor!

Sicard: <sigh> Plannin' to partake of some sand and seashells while you're down there lickin' {{alternatives|her|his}} boots?
Sicard: Quite the spit of land you've got here, [Forename]. Hope you ain't runnin' yourself too ragged with its upkeep?
Sicard: Captain Hyllfyr was sayin' he could happily spend the rest of his days in a place like this, so I thought I'd come and take a look myself.

Emmanellain: Poor Honoroit here was left to man the proverbial fort all on his own whilst I attended to my duties with the Ilsabard contingent.
Emmanellain: So what better way to repay his dedication than with a refreshing oceanside excursion, thought I!
Emmanellain: After sharing a pint or three with my most trusted Lominsan contacts, it became clear that our destination must be none other than a touring ground of legendary repute—that capital of free enterprise and fluffy sheep!
Emmanellain: To wit, your glorious island!

Question: What will you say?

> Legendary is what we aim for.
> And nothing says free enterprise like free labor! ...Did I say that out loud?
> The sheep here ''are'' quite fluffy.
> I just wanted an escape from it all...
---

Tataru: Hee hee! Well, in any case, it doesn't surprise ''me'' that your settlement is the talk of the town, especially since it was named as an example of pioneering excellence during the midterm review of Merlwyb's pet project.
Tataru: And with Storm Marshal Slafyrsyn's personal—and ''glowing''—endorsement, no less!

Emmanellain: So how could I, seeker of luxuries near and far, possibly forgo the opportunity to visit? Indeed, I have come to turn up my cuffs and have the grand tour. From sea to shining sea!

Sicard: Wouldn't have anythin' to turn up if you didn't insist on such ridiculous dress in the first place. Just lookin' at you is enough to give a man sunstroke.

Emmanellain: This, I'll have you know, is the latest in Ishgardian traveling fashion, and it was designed by the most talented of Skysteel Manufactory artisans.
Emmanellain: It is both durable and stain resistant, and—most importantly—I cut a rather dashing figure in it!

Honoroit: But my lord, were you not just lamenting the heat on the boat ride over?

Emmanellain: W-Well, yes, but that was different, Honoroit! That was, er, a conversational remark upon the weather, which so happens to be rather warmish...
Emmanellain: But why am I being lectured about fashion by the criminally ragged?
Emmanellain: Is that what one wears to the summer home of a bosom compatriot!? What does that outfit proclaim, pray tell, but vagrancy, indolence, and body odor!?

Sicard: Accusin' ''me'' of odor? That's rich comin' from a perfumed popinjay. So long's my clothes are clean, I wear 'em. Simple as that.

Emmanellain: Ugh... And you wonder why piracy is dead.
Emmanellain: Honoroit, fetch me my spares from the valise, would you? And the spare spares as well.

Honoroit: ...Of course, my lord. Right away.
Honoroit: Pardon us, {{alternatives|Mistress|Master}} [Surname]. This may take a moment...

Emmanellain: Now ''this'' is the proper way to summer!

Sicard: There, you've had your fun. Happy!?
Sicard: Let's get on with this tour, already.

Honoroit: If I might be so bold, Mistress Tataru—I heard that you submitted a comprehensive report detailing your intentions for this island when petitioning for its acquisition.
Honoroit: Whilst a tour of this island's facilities would no doubt prove educational, I should rather like to seek your guidance regarding the composition of official documents, that I might better assist Lord Emmanellain in his various endeavors.

Tataru: Why, Honoroit, I would be delighted! Grand Master Tataru shall teach you everything you need to know about collation and persuasion.
Tataru: Go on ahead and show Lord Emmanellain and Sicard around, [Forename]. We'll catch up in due time.

Emmanellain: Smashing! I can hardly wait.
Emmanellain: And since ''we're'' all gussied up, what do you say to a little primping of your own, hm? Not to say you aren't already the very image of perfection, of course!

System: Emmanellain's face glows with boyish excitement. He seems very keen to dress up together, so why not match his island attire with a relaxing outfit of your own? Battle will not be required of you during this quest.

Tataru: I hope they enjoy the tour! Honoroit and I will be along once we've finished here.

Honoroit: Lord Emmanellain has been ever so excited to come and visit your island. Please...keep a steady eye on him.

Sicard: I knew he was a dandy, but who brings so many clothes to a deserted island? Not that they fit ill, or nothin'. And the color's quite nice too, I suppose...

Emmanellain: Dressed and ready?

Question: Proceed wearing your currently equipped gear?

Emmanellain: As I thought! You look marvelous, {{alternatives|my dear|old chap}}. Now then—take us to your castle! Or your manor, or wherever it is that you oversee all your tropical particulars.

System: Emmanellain and Sicard are now accompanying you. Keep them at your side in order to proceed with quest objectives.
System: You can leave your quest companions behind by entering a different area, or by speaking with them and selecting the option to part ways.
System: If you wish to have your companions join you again, return and speak with them at the original location.

Question: What will you do?

> Small talk.
> Part ways.
> Nothing.
> '''Discuss sea bathing.'''
---

Emmanellain: So you carved out this lovely little place all by the sweat of your own brow, did you? Marvelous, old {{alternatives|girl|boy}}. Simply marvelous!

Sicard: The Cieldalaes ain't exotic to any pirate worth their salt, but seein' what you've done here is givin' me loads to think about.

Question: Are you sure you wish to part ways with your companions?

Emmanellain: I was just about to call for a break myself! Come, Sicard—let us check in on young Honoroit.

Sicard: Fair 'nough. I'm sure there's plenty to keep me and his ''lordship'' occupied till you get back from your business.

Emmanellain: Refreshed, relaxed, and ready to resume!

Sicard: Ready to go, then?

System: Your companions have yet to arrive. Be sure they are at your side before attempting to continue.

Emmanellain: Didn't you know? We Fortemps boys are regular experts of the old kick and float!
Emmanellain: The weather in Coerthas was still rather fair when I was a youngling, so the family would go down to Clearwater Lake in the summer.
Emmanellain: Officially we were there to hunt or track or fulfill some other undoubtedly crucial malmstone of young nobility, but mostly we spent our time splashing about. Oh, if you could have seen Haurchefant! He...well, he quite liked it. Swimming.
Emmanellain: Anyway, this is all to say that I'm quite possibly the most buoyant member of the High Houses that you're likely to meet. Did I ever tell you about the time I took a dip in the Goblet's night pool? ''Glorious''.

Sicard: Sea bathin'? I suppose some folk enjoy it, but jumpin' into the drink on purpose ain't never struck me as divertin'.
Sicard: Watchin' ''other'' folk get tossed in, on the other hand—that can make for a mighty good laugh. We see it all the time from the ''Astalicia''. Blokes gettin' slugged off the pier in a fight, drunks steppin' straightways into the brine...
Sicard: I once even saw that Edelweiss rogue faffin' about like a harbor herring, gurglin' apologies over a stolen sandwich. Endless entertainment, I tell you.
Sicard: Well, now! This is right impressive.
Sicard: A far cry from the shipwrecked lean-to I was half expectin', anyway. You build this all yourself?
Sicard: Mammets, eh? Sounds like the makin's of a mighty fine crew. Aye, fine as any captain could hope for.
Sicard: So then, Captain [Forename]—we've seen your cabin, but how's the rest of the ship, eh? Take us to your crow's nest. Show us the view!

> '''Take a break.'''
> '''Take a break.'''
> '''Take a break.'''
---

Emmanellain: When Sicard says “crow's nest” he ''is'' speaking metaphorically, yes? We shan't be treading upon any feathered friends?
Emmanellain: I have always fancied myself an animal-lover, you see—and you have so many here! Darling creatures. ...From a safe distance, of course.

Sicard: I can see why this place used to serve as a cache. There's only so many places you can make landfall, and traversable paths inland are limited. Not likely to encounter surprise visitors.
Sicard: And I bet you've got a clear view of the whole isle from the cliffs. What better view to show your honored guests, eh?

Emmanellain: <pant> <pant> Is it me, or is the air getting a bit thin?

Sicard: Too much for your delicate sensibilities? It's not too late to turn back and join Honoroit and Tataru. Mayhap you'll finally learn your letters.

Emmanellain: My, how ''terribly'' funny of you. It just so happens that I am already ''quite'' proficient at penning persuasive prose. More so even than my erudite older brother. So ha!

Sicard: Say, Eynzahr didn't make you drag Captain Hyllfyr all this way, did he? My fists'll be havin' words with his face if he's pushin' the captain too hard.

Emmanellain: Such tender words for such distant comrades! Are you not moved by my present struggle as I push the bounds of reasonable physicality for the sake of your proverbial crow's nest!?

Sicard: What did you expect you were in for, a luxurious litter ride!? [Forename]'s a business{{alternatives|woman|man}}, not a miracle worker!

Emmanellain: While I confess that traversing steep inclines is not generally an activity I favor, I am invigorated by the verdant aroma and bracing ocean air...traces of stale rum wafting from an unnamed party notwithstanding.

Sicard: You havin' a go, you flowery fop? Come here and I'll plug your nose for good.

Emmanellain: As if I would stoop to your level! On second thought, you do contribute to the overall rusticity of the scene. ''Fetching''.

Sicard: Agh, hold on. Got a rock in my sandal. Reckon I should've changed into my boots for this climb.

Emmanellain: Really? Boots with those trousers? What would the other pirates think?

Sicard: I don't give half a rat's wet arse what they'd think! ...And I meant I'd change my whole outfit anyway!

Emmanellain: <pant> <pant> <pant> W-We've reached the pinnacle, haven't we? Excellent. <wheeze>

Sicard: Well done. One climb down, ninety-nine to go. Look lively, now!

Emmanellain: Surely, you jest! Oh [Forename], I fear this villain intends to commandeer my tropical retreat in the dreadful name of ''exercise''!

Sicard: Unblemished horizon wherever you turn. And south of here...

Emmanellain: Oh, I know! Er, the southern continent! Where, where?

Sicard: Don't be thick, you can't ''see'' it from here. That's part of what makes it worth sailin' for.
Sicard: Now ''this'' is a view.
Sicard: When you hear the words “island settlement,” you expect little more than a square of dirt with a tent for good measure, but I've never been more pleased to be proven wrong.
Sicard: I see what Captain Hyllfyr meant. An island like this one'd be a right good place to retire.

Emmanellain: ...And supposing that day does arrive, would that make you the real captain of the Bloody Executioners?

Sicard: 'Cause I'm no “real” captain as I am now?
Sicard: Tell me somethin' I don't know. And yet he chose me. To show the others what it means to be a new breed of pirate. Easier said than done...
Sicard: ...But I reckon I shouldn't whinge about the burdens of inheritance to the son of Ishgardian nobility.

Emmanellain: ''Second'' son. Meaning my choices in life divide evenly between garnering the approval of my elder brother, that I might subsist upon his generosity, or setting out into the world to achieve something worth bragging about at dinner parties.
Emmanellain: Naturally, I have no intention of parking myself upon dear Artoirel's hearth until the throes of time take me! No, I await the ideal marriage of acquaintance and opportunity, and shall continue expanding my range of resources in the meantime.

Question: What will you say?

> You and Sicard seem pretty well acquainted.
> You'll find the right opportunity—it's just a matter of time.
---

Emmanellain: Meaning there's opportunity to be had? Hm... Joining hands with a pirate...
Emmanellain: And not just any pirate—one tasked with the reformation of piracy itself. Yes, I daresay I'm beginning to see it!
Emmanellain: You and your motley crew would ship the whiblins and whatsits which I—your fearless leader—would acquire via my extensive social network. We would revolutionize commerce! ...Or what have you!

Sicard: A bloody bleak future, if you ask me. ''I'd'' be the leader or nothin' at all—that part's nonnegotiable.

Emmanellain: Precisely! After preserving the very fate of mankind, finding a suitable profession should be but a trifle, no?

Sicard: Glad to see some of us are immune to uncertainty. Remind me never to worry about you again.
Sicard: ...But enough of that. No sense in gabbin' on about tomorrow when we're in paradise today.

Emmanellain: I'm sure Honoroit and Tataru will be joining us shortly—I have it on good authority that there's only so much textual information a brain can hold before it starts to melt. Shall we continue our exploration or would you rather bask in the tropical ambience?

Sicard: Why choose one when you can do both?

Tataru: I can't remember the last time I felt so refreshed!
Tataru: The others are just gathering their things. They should be here any moment now.

Emmanellain: Apologies for the wait! All accoutrements are accounted for, and we're ready to set sail.

Question: What will you say?

> Was it everything you hoped?
> Did you have fun?
---

Emmanellain: Everything and more, old {{alternatives|girl|boy}}. Everything and more!
Emmanellain: More than I have in an age, my friend!
Emmanellain: You've cultivated a perfect balance between civilization and nature here. The city doesn't offer this sort of refreshing diversion—and the wilderness is woefully lacking in refreshments!
Emmanellain: A fine island, indeed. I daresay I shall brag about it most vigorously upon my return.

Honoroit: Ahem. My lord...

Emmanellain: ...Oh! Yes, you're quite right, Honoroit. I almost forgot.
Emmanellain: A gift. In thanks for your hospitality.
Emmanellain: It isn't much—just an outfit similar to my own. Our premier adventurer must have the best in traveling fashion, after all!

Sicard: You've done a ruddy good job here, [Forename]. Keep up the good work.
Sicard: I understand the appeal of havin' nothin' but the lappin' waves for company, but give us a call if you're ever feelin' lonely, eh?
Sicard: The Bloody Executioners are always happy for an excuse to make merry—and we bring our own ale to boot!

Tataru: Now that's a party I expect an invitation to! Till next time, [Forename].
</nowiki>}}

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A Tool without Compare

2026-04-24T02:01:47Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue

{{Quest infobox
| title = A Tool without Compare
| description = Chora-Zoi is excitedly drafting up the next improvements to her tools. ※Changing classes or jobs will prevent progress during this quest.
| image = a tool without compare1.png
| quest-giver = Chora-Zoi
| related-npcs = Grenoldt; Mowen; Quinnana
| location = The Crystarium
| location-x = 10.5
| location-y = 7.7
| type = repfeature
| quest-line = Splendorous Tools Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Records of Unusual Endeavors Quests
| journal-genre = Splendorous Tools Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| requirements =
| req-items = 1 Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Saw, 1 Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Cross-pein Hammer, 1 Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Raising Hammer, 1 Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Mallet, 1 Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Round Knife, 1 Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Needle, 1 Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Alembic, 1 Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Frypan, 1 Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Pickaxe, 1 Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Hatchet, 1 Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Fishing Rod, 90 Brilliant Carpenter's Component, 90 Brilliant Blacksmith's Component, 90 Brilliant Armorer's Component, 90 Brilliant Goldsmith's Component, 90 Brilliant Leatherworker's Component, 90 Brilliant Weaver's Component, 90 Brilliant Alchemist's Component, 90 Brilliant Culinarian's Component, 210 Brilliant Miner's Component, 210 Brilliant Lightning Cluster, 210 Brilliant Botanist's Component, 210 Brilliant Earth Cluster, 80 Brilliant Fishing Rod Component, 80 Brilliant Fishing Reel Component
| exp = 0
| gil = 0
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = A Tool of Her Own
| next-quest = La Vie Mowen
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.45
| id-edb = 528c797d15a
| id-gt = 70305
}}

==Rewards==
'''Depending on [[class]]:'''
* {{item reward|1|Brilliant Saw}}
* {{item reward|1|Brilliant Cross-pein Hammer}}
* {{item reward|1|Brilliant Raising Hammer}}
* {{item reward|1|Brilliant Mallet}}
* {{item reward|1|Brilliant Round Knife}}
* {{item reward|1|Brilliant Needle}}
* {{item reward|1|Brilliant Alembic}}
* {{item reward|1|Brilliant Frypan}}
* {{item reward|1|Brilliant Pickaxe}}
* {{item reward|1|Brilliant Hatchet}}
* {{item reward|1|Brilliant Fishing Rod}}

==Walkthrough==
{{main|Splendorous Tools}}

==Steps==
*[[Carpenter|CRP]]: With [[Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Saw]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 90 [[Brilliant Carpenter's Component]] to [[Chora-Zoi]].
*[[Blacksmith|BSM]]: With [[Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Cross-pein Hammer]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 90 [[Brilliant Blacksmith's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Armorer|ARM]]: With [[Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Raising Hammer]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 90 [[Brilliant Armorer's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Goldsmith|GSM]]: With [[Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Mallet]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 90 [[Brilliant Goldsmith's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Leatherworker|LTW]]: With [[Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Round Knife]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 90 [[Brilliant Leatherworker's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Weaver|WVR]]: With [[Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Needle]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 90 [[Brilliant Weaver's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Alchemist|ALC]]: With [[Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Alembic]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 90 [[Brilliant Alchemist's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Culinarian|CUL]]: With [[Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Frypan]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 90 [[Brilliant Culinarian's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Miner|MIN]]: With [[Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Pickaxe]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 210 [[Brilliant Miner's Component]] and 210 [[Brilliant Lightning Cluster]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Botanist|BTN]]: With [[Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Hatchet]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 210 [[Brilliant Botanist's Component]] and 210 [[Brilliant Earth Cluster]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Fisher|FSH]]: With [[Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Fishing Rod]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 80 [[Brilliant Fishing Rod Component]] and 80 [[Brilliant Fishing Reel Component]] to Chora-Zoi.

==Journal==
* Chora-Zoi is excitedly drafting up the next improvements to her tools.
** ※Changing classes or jobs will prevent progress during this quest.

* Chora-Zoi is eager to greet you, and takes a moment in your company to reflect upon her personal growth. Though the creation of her own tools has given her more confidence in her craft, the young smith is well aware that her labors with you and Grenoldt are far from complete. As if on cue, Grenoldt claims that he is ready to impart unto Chora-Zoi his secret techniques for the next steps of the tool enhancement process, and the two prepare once more to craft a tool that will breathe life into Norvrandt's trades. Such a monumental task cannot begin without the necessary trade goods, however, and you steel yourself in preparation for the slew of components that must be procured.
** ※Please note that you may not proceed with a class or job that is different from when you accepted the quest.

* With another veritable mountain of components successfully obtained, you proudly present your stash to Chora-Zoi, which she happily accepts. The tool she eventually returns to you is unlike any you have ever laid eyes on, and upon holding it in your hands, you are overwhelmed by a sense of warmth and comfort. Chora-Zoi insists that the brilliant light that shines within your tool is made possible by those who have supported her in this lengthy endeavor, and a wave of pride swells in the hearts of those present─yourself included. With another phase of the splendorous tools project complete, you revel in your progress, though in the back of your mind, you are almost certain that a day will soon come when Chora-Zoi seeks even further enhancements...

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
System: Please note that upon completing the quest “A Tool without Compare,” you will receive an upgraded splendorous tool for your current class of [Job].

Question: What will you do?

> Undertake this quest as another class.
> Undertake this quest as {{alternatives|an [Job]|a [Job]}}.
---

System: Be advised that once you undertake this quest, you may not proceed with a class or job that is different from when you accepted it.
System: Please ensure that you have changed to your desired class before speaking with Chora-Zoi.
System: In order to receive the quest “A Tool without Compare,” you must have [*] equipped, in your Armoury Chest, or in your inventory.
System: You have already received [*]. Please change to a different class and speak to Chora-Zoi again.

Chora-Zoi: [Forename]! Allow me to thank you again for your help thus far. I doubt we'd have gotten to this point without you!
Chora-Zoi: I've been taking some time to ponder over our progress. Crafting a tool with my name on it felt a bit surreal, to be sure! But I do believe it's given me a healthy dose of confidence as an artisan.

Grenoldt: Heh, ye've come a long way, Miss Chora-Zoi. Ye got more in common with yer tools than ye think—endless potential, for starters.
Grenoldt: The forge was yer canvas, and ye utilized all them components to paint it with yer own colors, so to speak. That's the sign of a smitty what knows her craft an' more.
Grenoldt: I know yer eager to get back to it and enhance yer works to the fullest...which is why I'm plannin' to entrust ye with some o' me special techniques. If ye learn 'em well, yer next tool might even rival me own!

Chora-Zoi: You mean it, Master Grenoldt!? I'm truly humbled by the offer, but...are you sure I'm ready for this?
Chora-Zoi: ...No, I mustn't keep hesitating. I ''am'' ready for this!

Grenoldt: That's the spirit, lass! Ye may be reachin' uncharted territory, but we're in this together. Long as we're collaboratin', there ain't nothin' in this world ye can't craft.

Chora-Zoi: Right! I won't let you down!
Chora-Zoi: It's thanks to all of you that I've been able to grow and thrive as much as I have...and I promise to repay that debt by being the best artisan I can possibly be!
Chora-Zoi: Now then, [Forename], we've got quite a lot of work ahead of us, so I think it's time we got down to business. With every enhancement comes the customary components, after all!
Chora-Zoi: Here to upgrade another tool, [Forename]? Well, you've come to the right place! I imagine you'll want to address the matter of the components first and foremost, so let's get down to business, shall we?
Chora-Zoi: For our next phase of the project, we'll need a hefty helping of [*]!
Chora-Zoi: Now, as I'm sure you're aware, the Boutique won't simply give those out for free. We'll need to provide them with something equally extraordinary, such as a supply of {{alternatives|Connoisseur's Bookshelf|Connoisseur's Chandelier|Connoisseur's Escutcheon|Connoisseur's Baghnakhs|Connoisseur's Drinking Apkallu|Connoisseur's Jacket|Connoisseur's Planter Partition|Connoisseur's Spaghetti al Nero}}, carefully crafted by our one and only Warrior of Darkness!
Chora-Zoi: For our next phase of the project, we'll need a hefty helping of [*] and [*]!
Chora-Zoi: Now, as I'm sure you're aware, the Boutique won't simply give those out for free. We'll need to provide them with something equally extraordinary—such as a supply of {{alternatives|Connoisseur's Aurum Regis Ore|Connoisseur's Cloves}}, lovingly gathered by our one and only Warrior of Darkness!
Chora-Zoi: For our next phase of the project, we'll need a hefty helping of [*] and [*]!
Chora-Zoi: Now, as I'm sure you're aware, the Boutique won't simply give those out for free. We'll need to provide them with something equally extraordinary—such as a supply of Oil Slick and Gonzalo's Grace, carefully caught by our one and only Warrior of Darkness!
Chora-Zoi: You can exchange your supplies here, of course, but if you find yourself far from our little piece of the Boutique, you should be able to use aetherial reduction to obtain what you need as well!
Chora-Zoi: I'm sure you're itching to get started, but do make sure to keep my tool equipped while you're out and about! Once I observe how it reacts to your work, I should be able to optimize this upcoming round of improvements.
Chora-Zoi: You can deliver your wares straight to Quinnana, and she'll provide us the components we seek from her usual stock. Any questions? Please direct them to Master Grenoldt!
Chora-Zoi: Once you've collected the components we require, simply bring them to me along with your tool, and I'll make for the forge. Until then, I wish you a painless procurement process!

System: Present Chora-Zoi with her crystalline tool and the requisite materials to receive an upgraded version.
System: Brilliant components can be obtained by delivering selected trade goods to Quinnana at Grenoldt's workbench near the Crystalline Mean.
System: Gatherers may also obtain brilliant components by using aetherial reduction on the applicable trade goods.
System: In order to use aetherial reduction, you must first complete the quest “No Longer a Collectable.”
System: To craft the necessary trade goods, open the '''Crafting Log''', followed by '''Special Recipes''' from within the requisite crafting discipline. Next, select '''Sidequests''', then lastly '''Splendorous Tools''' to locate applicable recipes.
System: Please note that select crafting materials can be purchased with scrips, and that you must have Chora-Zoi's crystalline tool equipped when crafting.
System: The trade goods in question can be found in the '''Splendorous Tools''' section of the '''Gathering Log'''.
System: Please note that you must have Chora-Zoi's crystalline tool equipped when gathering.
System: Catching fish suitable for trade goods requires the use of specialized bait balls. This bait can be obtained from Quinnana in exchange for scrips.
System: Furthermore, please note that you must have Chora-Zoi's crystalline tool equipped when fishing.
System: When making your final delivery to Chora-Zoi, the tool to be upgraded should be placed in your inventory or Armoury Chest, and not equipped.

Grenoldt: Summat confusin' ye? Just make sure to use Miss Chora-Zoi's tool to prepare the trade goods for barter.
Grenoldt: Deliver said goods to Quinnana, an' she'll exchange them for the rare materials we need. Once ye've got enough, drop the lot on Chora-Zoi so's she can get on with the improvements. Simple, eh?

System: Present Chora-Zoi with her crystalline tool and the requisite materials to receive an upgraded version.
System: Brilliant components can be obtained by delivering selected trade goods to Quinnana at Grenoldt's workbench near the Crystalline Mean.
System: To craft the necessary trade goods, open the '''Crafting Log''', followed by '''Special Recipes''' from within the requisite crafting discipline. Next, select '''Sidequests''', then lastly '''Splendorous Tools''' to locate applicable recipes.
System: Please note that the selected crafting materials can be purchased with scrips, and that you must have Chora-Zoi's crystalline tool equipped when crafting.
System: The trade goods in question can be found in the '''Splendorous Tools''' section of the '''Gathering Log'''.
System: Please note that you must have Chora-Zoi's crystalline tool equipped when gathering.
System: Catching fish suitable for trade goods requires the use of specialized bait balls. This bait can be obtained from Quinnana in exchange for scrips.
System: Furthermore, please note that you must have Chora-Zoi's crystalline tool equipped when fishing.
System: When making your final delivery to Chora-Zoi, the tool to be upgraded should be placed in your inventory or Armoury Chest, and not equipped.

Chora-Zoi: There's our professional procurer! I can hardly begin to express how grateful I am for all the work you've done...though something tells me you'd prefer to rid yourself of all those components before I start singing your praises in earnest. If you can hand those over with your tool...
Chora-Zoi: You truly are one of a kind, [Forename]. We've been hard at work with our share of preparations as well, so I guarantee you'll be more than satisfied with your new tool once we're finished with it!

Grenoldt: Aye, while you were out collectin' yer wares, Miss Chora-Zoi here was studyin' my secret techniques. Picked 'em up right quick, too. She won't steer yer tool wrong—ye have me word.

Chora-Zoi: Let's see here... Yes, everything appears to be in order, which means it's high time we made our way to the Facet of Forging. We shouldn't be long, so stay right there and our work will be done before you know it!
Chora-Zoi: It's finally time for the all-important finishing touches...
Chora-Zoi: If it's a beacon of hope Mistress Mowen wants, then it's a beacon of hope she'll get! One that will shine like Master Grenoldt's kettles... One as brilliant as the very stars [Forename] fought so tirelessly to return to us!
Chora-Zoi: Wicked white, that was exhausting...but I'm proud to say that you'll be wielding my greatest masterpiece yet!

Grenoldt: That bein' said, ye'd best take care of it! Now that she's mastered me forgin' techniques, Miss Chora-Zoi's works truly are as good as me own. Go on, then—hold it aloft an' take a gander for yerself!

Chora-Zoi: For this enhancement, I wished to balance form and function, and Master Grenoldt's techniques allowed me to do just that! Not only is my newest creation a feast for the eyes, it also adapts to the whims of its wielder just as well as its predecessors.

Grenoldt: Hearin' that makes me heart swell with pride, it does. Still, I know me methods better than anyone, an' pure oil alone don't make a tool shine the way yers does. What was on yer mind when ye pieced this together?

Chora-Zoi: Well, to be honest, my head was in a bit of a jumble, but—

Mowen: I see I've arrived at a most fortuitous time. You have outdone yourself once again, Miss Chora-Zoi!

Chora-Zoi: Mistress Mowen! What brings you here?

Mowen: When word of your most recent exploits reached Eulmore, 'twas only a matter of time before my curiosity compelled me to make the journey here. Mistress Qeshi-Trao was equally intrigued by the news, so I thought it prudent to receive a firsthand report for our dear patron as well.

Chora-Zoi: ...Wait, that was it! ''That's'' what was on my mind when I was forging the tool!

Grenoldt: “As it turns out, I found me muse in them enchantin' eyes. The thousands of kettles I forged to capture that captivating gleam was what set me on the smitty's path!”

Chora-Zoi: I recalled the moment Master Grenoldt spoke of his kettles in front of us. It was because of those very kettles that I became the artisan I am today.
Chora-Zoi: The ardent wish he carved onto his every work, his maker's mark—it was because he was inspired by you that I took an interest in the forge, Mistress Mowen! Your enduring bond is why we stand here now, blazing a new trail of hope for Norvrandt's trades.
Chora-Zoi: The two of you, your kettles, and my inspiration...we were all bound together from the very first, whether we knew it or not.
Chora-Zoi: And as luck would have it, [Forename] came to our aid, providing the push we needed to unite our disparate dreams. The connections we've forged now shine through in this very tool—a brilliant maker's mark to represent us all!
Chora-Zoi: You have my deepest gratitude, Mistress Mowen. I would never have thought to name these tools for myself, and yet in doing so, I feel as though I can reach even greater heights in my craft.

Grenoldt: Hear, hear! Spoken like a true master.
Grenoldt: All I did was bring out the potential ye always had in ye, but small as my part was, I'm right honored to have played it. Ye did me proud, lass, an' I reckon ye'll keep doin' the same.

Chora-Zoi: That means the world to me, Master Grenoldt... Thank you so much!
Chora-Zoi: Phew! It took a bit of extra work to make sure it was up to my standards, but I've done it once again. Allow me to present you with the newest tool in the Chora-Zoi line—[*]! Go on and hold it up for the world to see!
Chora-Zoi: Hee hee, perfect! Why, I think it shines even brighter in your hands, [Forename]. Thank you for entrusting me with your tools once again. It's been an honor!
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

A Tool of Her Own

2026-04-24T02:00:39Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue and related NPCs

{{Quest infobox
| title = A Tool of Her Own
| description = Chora-Zoi is keen to continue her improvements on the splendorous tools. ※Changing classes or jobs will prevent progress during this quest.
| image = a tool of her own1.png
| quest-giver = Chora-Zoi
| related-npcs = Grenoldt; Mowen; Quinnana
| location = The Crystarium
| location-x = 10.5
| location-y = 7.7
| type = repfeature
| quest-line = Splendorous Tools Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Records of Unusual Endeavors Quests
| journal-genre = Splendorous Tools Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| requirements =
| req-items = 1 Crystalline Saw, 1 Crystalline Cross-pein Hammer, 1 Crystalline Raising Hammer, 1 Crystalline Mallet, 1 Crystalline Round Knife, 1 Crystalline Needle, 1 Crystalline Alembic, 1 Crystalline Frypan, 1 Crystalline Pickaxe, 1 Crystalline Hatchet, 1 Crystalline Fishing Rod, 90 Customized Carpenter's Component, 90 Customized Blacksmith's Component, 90 Customized Armorer's Component, 90 Customized Goldsmith's Component, 90 Customized Leatherworker's Component, 90 Customized Weaver's Component, 90 Customized Alchemist's Component, 90 Customized Culinarian's Component, 210 Customized Miner's Component, 210 Custom Ice Crystal, 210 Customized Botanist's Component, 210 Custom Wind Crystal, 80 Customized Fishing Rod Component, 80 Customized Fishing Reel Component
| exp = 0
| gil = 0
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = The Joy of Zoi
| next-quest = A Tool without Compare
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.45
| id-edb = 43a757f49c8
| id-gt = 70304
}}

==Rewards==
'''Depending on [[class]]:'''
* {{item reward|1|Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Saw}}
* {{item reward|1|Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Cross-pein Hammer}}
* {{item reward|1|Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Raising Hammer}}
* {{item reward|1|Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Mallet}}
* {{item reward|1|Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Round Knife}}
* {{item reward|1|Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Needle}}
* {{item reward|1|Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Alembic}}
* {{item reward|1|Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Frypan}}
* {{item reward|1|Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Pickaxe}}
* {{item reward|1|Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Hatchet}}
* {{item reward|1|Chora-Zoi's Crystalline Fishing Rod}}

==Walkthrough==
{{main|Splendorous Tools}}
==Steps==
*[[Carpenter|CRP]]: With [[Crystalline Saw]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 90 [[Customized Carpenter's Component]] to [[Chora-Zoi]].
*[[Blacksmith|BSM]]: With [[Crystalline Cross-pein Hammer]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 90 [[Customized Blacksmith's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Armorer|ARM]]: With [[Crystalline Raising Hammer]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 90 [[Customized Armorer's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Goldsmith|GSM]]: With [[Crystalline Mallet]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 90 [[Customized Goldsmith's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Leatherworker|LTW]]: With [[Crystalline Round Knife]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 90 [[Customized Leatherworker's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Weaver|WVR]]: With [[Crystalline Needle]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 90 [[Customized Weaver's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Alchemist|ALC]]: With [[Crystalline Alembic]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 90 [[Customized Alchemist's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Culinarian|CUL]]: With [[Crystalline Frypan]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 90 [[Customized Culinarian's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Miner|MIN]]: With [[Crystalline Pickaxe]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 210 [[Customized Miner's Component]] and 210 [[Custom Ice Crystal]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Botanist|BTN]]: With [[Crystalline Hatchet]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 210 [[Customized Botanist's Component]] and 210 [[Custom Wind Crystal]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Fisher|FSH]]: With [[Crystalline Fishing Rod]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 80 [[Customized Fishing Rod Component]] and 80 [[Customized Fishing Reel Component]] to Chora-Zoi.

==Journal==
* Chora-Zoi is keen to continue her improvements on the splendorous tools.
** ※Changing classes or jobs will prevent progress during this quest.

* Though the hopes and dreams of Mowen and the Boutique are a heavy burden to bear, Chora-Zoi is bolstered by Grenoldt's moral support. This time, the legendary smithy is eager to have Chora-Zoi take the helm, and she resolves to craft a tool the likes of which Norvrandt has never seen. To do so, however, she must prepare another round of trade goods to begin the tool enhancement process, and entrusts you with the procurement of components from Quinnana.
** ※Please note that you may not proceed with a class or job that is different from when you accepted this quest.

* Upon handing your components and tool over to Chora-Zoi, the excitable Mystel rushes off to the Facet of Forging with Grenoldt in tow. After what feels like several bells, the two return, and Chora-Zoi is proud to present you with her newest work. The moment you hold the tool in your hands, you feel a deep bond with it, and take a moment to appreciate the time and care it took to craft. Though a tool of this quality is a rare find indeed, you have a feeling there is still much work to be done as Chora-Zoi begins to consider further improvements.

==Dialogue==
{{section-stub|quest|reason=Dialogue, related-npcs and cutscene-npcs need review}}

{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
System: Please note that upon completing the quest “A Tool of Her Own,” you will receive an upgraded splendorous tool for your current class of [Job].

Question: What will you do?

> Undertake this quest as another class.
> Undertake this quest as {{alternatives|an [Job]|a [Job]}}.
---

System: Be advised that once you undertake this quest, you may not proceed with a class or job that is different from when you accepted it.
System: Please ensure that you have changed to your desired class before speaking with Chora-Zoi.
System: In order to receive the quest “A Tool of Her Own,” you must have [*] equipped, in your Armoury Chest, or in your inventory.
System: You have already received [*]. Please change to a different class and speak to Chora-Zoi again.

Chora-Zoi: We've a monumental task ahead of us, [Forename]! If this tool truly is to be named after me, then I must be sure to put my whole heart and more into its creation!
Chora-Zoi: When I originally suggested naming the tools after the Boutique, I did so to commemorate Mistress Mowen's, erm...relationship with Master Grenoldt, but to think she would turn my proposal around on me like this...

Grenoldt: Eh? What's all this about me an' Mistress Mowen?

Chora-Zoi: O-Oh, nothing of import, really! It's just that you both have a...very diligent working relationship! Yes, that. So diligent, in fact, that I should really learn from your example and give my utmost effort for these next steps of the project!

Grenoldt: Hrm. Have ye been takin' those deep breaths I asked ye to, lass? If ye keep on panickin' like a dwarf what's lost their beard, yer nerves'll prevent ye from showin' yer true colors on the forge. Ye need to relax first, ''then'' hammer away!
Grenoldt: An' remember—yer tools have already met with critical acclaim from the Boutique. They've sent ye a pile of orders the size o' Mt. Gulg, aye, but few smitties get an opportunity more golden than that. Now's the time for action, an' with the Mean as our witness, we'll shape yer tools into somethin' special!
Grenoldt: Not to mention, we've got the support o' Mistress Qeshi-Trao this time, and who knows what sorts o' rarities she'll be providin'. With components that remarkable, we've got the potential to craft somethin' the world ain't never seen afore.

Chora-Zoi: You're absolutely right, Master Grenoldt! I'll do my very best not to let you down, of course, but will we really be able to forge tools with items that rare? I promised Mistress Qeshi-Trao I would, but I'm beginning to have my doubts...

Grenoldt: Aye, it's possible. But when yer workin' with new materials, ye need to keep a sharp eye on 'em. Not only should ye incorporate familiar components to keep yer plans from going awry, but ye'll also want to observe how these new items'll alter the forgin' process as a whole.
Grenoldt: Once ye learn how to utilize 'em to yer advantage and shape 'em into somethin' that satisfies ye, the tools'll naturally take on features an' flourishes that make 'em uniquely yers.
Grenoldt: Now, I may've helped ye sort things out for our first tools, but this time, I want ye to craft 'em all by yerself—from concept to creation, so to speak. No project comes without its challenges, but I know ye'll design somethin' what ye'll be proud to call yer own.

Chora-Zoi: You really are the best team I could ask for... I suppose all that's left to do is get to work!
Chora-Zoi: Looking to upgrade another tool, [Forename]? Then I'd be happy to assist!
Chora-Zoi: Now, let's see here... For this project, we'll need a healthy supply of [*].
Chora-Zoi: The Boutique can supply those, of course, but they'll need something equally valuable for their trouble—in this case, a shipment of {{alternatives|Connoisseur's Picture Frame|Connoisseur's Samurai Blade|Connoisseur's Aquarium|Connoisseur's Glaives|Connoisseur's Varsity Shoes|Connoisseur's Linen Parasol|Connoisseur's Topiary Moogle|Connoisseur's Squid Baguette}}, carefully crafted by our one and only Warrior of Darkness!
Chora-Zoi: Now, let's see here... For this project, we'll need a healthy supply of [*] and [*].
Chora-Zoi: The Boutique can supply those, of course, but they'll need something equally valuable for their trouble—in this case, a shipment of {{alternatives|Connoisseur's Soiled Femur|Connoisseur's Miracle Apple}}, lovingly gathered by our one and only Warrior of Darkness!
Chora-Zoi: Now, let's see here... For this project, we'll need a healthy supply of [*] and [*].
Chora-Zoi: The Boutique can supply those, of course, but they'll need something equally valuable for their trouble—in this case, a shipment of Gold Dustfish and Forgiven Melancholy, cleverly caught by our one and only Warrior of Darkness!

Quinnana: If I may... I have been entrusted with a letter from Mistress Qeshi-Trao regarding our trade goods.
Quinnana@Qeshi-Trao's Letter: ''If, perhaps, you wish to prove your promise as a provider, I shall share the secrets of several bounties forgotten by time. From them, you may gather to your heart's content.''
Quinnana@Qeshi-Trao's Letter: ''Anything you obtain from these areas may be aetherially reduced into the components you require for your tools. Doing so may allow you to obtain what you seek faster than I can provide, in fact!''
Quinnana@Qeshi-Trao's Letter: ''Of course, it is perfectly acceptable to exchange the components as normal, so you are welcome to gather your supplies however you wish. I look forward to hearing tales of your success in Eulmore and beyond! - Qeshi-Trao''
Quinnana: I am heartened to know that Mistress Qeshi-Trao has placed so much of her trust in your endeavors.
Quinnana: It is just as she says—to collect the components required for a gathering tool, you may utilize aetherial reduction to obtain the same materials offered by the Boutique.
Quinnana: Allow me to offer a reminder if you mean to forge a tool fit for a gatherer. You may utilize aetherial reduction to obtain the same materials offered by the Boutique, though you are more than welcome to exchange your goods directly to me as well.

Chora-Zoi: ...And that covers the main tasks, I should think. Everything else is just the same as before. Remember to use your tool during the procuring process, and our stores will be full of rare components in no time at all!
Chora-Zoi: You can deliver your wares straight to Quinnana, and she'll provide us the components we seek from her usual stock. Any questions? Please direct them to Master Grenoldt, since I'll be especially busy this time!
Chora-Zoi: I know very well how much I'm asking of you, so there's no rush. Once you've got exactly what we need, bring it to me along with your tool, and we'll forge up something extraordinary!

System: Present Chora-Zoi with your crystalline tool and the requisite materials to receive an upgraded version.
System: Customized components can be obtained by delivering selected trade goods to Quinnana at Grenoldt's workbench near the Crystalline Mean.
System: Gatherers may also obtain customized components by using aetherial reduction on the applicable trade goods.
System: In order to use aetherial reduction, you must first complete the quest “No Longer a Collectable.”
System: To craft the necessary trade goods, open the '''Crafting Log''', followed by '''Special Recipes''' from within the requisite crafting discipline. Next, select '''Sidequests''', then lastly '''Splendorous Tools''' to locate applicable recipes.
System: Please note that select crafting materials can be purchased with scrips, and that you must have your crystalline tool equipped when crafting.
System: The trade goods in question can be found in the '''Splendorous Tools''' section of the '''Gathering Log'''.
System: Please note that you must have your crystalline tool equipped when gathering.
System: Catching fish suitable for trade goods requires the use of specialized bait balls. This bait can be obtained from Quinnana in exchange for scrips.
System: Furthermore, please note that you must have your crystalline tool equipped when fishing.
System: When making your final delivery to Chora-Zoi, the tool to be upgraded should be placed in your inventory or Armoury Chest, and not equipped.

Grenoldt: Summat confusin' ye? Just make sure to use the crystalline tool to prepare the trade goods for barter.
Grenoldt: Deliver said goods to Quinnana, an' she'll exchange them for the rare materials we need. Once ye've got enough, drop the lot on Chora-Zoi so's she can get on with the improvements. Simple, eh?

System: Present Chora-Zoi with your crystalline tool and the requisite materials to receive an upgraded version.
System: Customized components can be obtained by delivering selected trade goods to Quinnana at Grenoldt's workbench near the Crystalline Mean.
System: To craft the necessary trade goods, open the '''Crafting Log''', followed by '''Special Recipes''' from within the requisite crafting discipline. Next, select '''Sidequests''', then lastly '''Splendorous Tools''' to locate applicable recipes.
System: Please note that select crafting materials can be purchased with scrips, and that you must have your crystalline tool equipped when crafting.
System: The trade goods in question can be found in the '''Splendorous Tools''' section of the '''Gathering Log'''.
System: Please note that you must have your crystalline tool equipped when gathering.
System: Catching fish suitable for trade goods requires the use of specialized bait balls. This bait can be obtained from Quinnana in exchange for scrips.
System: Furthermore, please note that you must have your crystalline tool equipped when fishing.
System: When making your final delivery to Chora-Zoi, the tool to be upgraded should be placed in your inventory or Armoury Chest, and not equipped.

Chora-Zoi: There you are, [Forename]! By that look in your eyes, I have a feeling there's a small mountain of components headed my way... If my hunch is correct, just hand those over along with your tool, and I'll get to firing up the forge!
Chora-Zoi: I've no idea how you manage to carry all of this at once, but I suppose that's a topic of conversation for another day. Rest assured that your hard-earned materials are in good hands. I...may need to take a few of those deep breaths Master Grenoldt mentioned before I get started, but I can do this. I ''can''!

Grenoldt: Well, I'll be an Ondo's uncle... I had a feelin' Mistress Qeshi-Trao wasn't yer average collector, but these components reek o' quality, an' I can't say that about a great many things. If all goes well—an' I'm sure it will—yer gonna be wieldin' a bleedin miracle of a tool, I tell ye.

Chora-Zoi: Well...I suppose it's time we pay our visit to the Facet of Forging. Sit tight a moment, [Forename], and you'll have your new and improved tool in no time!
Chora-Zoi: Now to apply the coat of oil... Then one last finishing touch, just like you taught me, Master Grenoldt. Here goes nothing!
Chora-Zoi: <pant> <pant> Apologies...for the wait. Your tool is finally complete!

Grenoldt: An' a right fine tool it is! Ye worked that finishin' coat of oil damn near perfectly. Couldn't have done it better meself.

Chora-Zoi: I thought I might buckle under the pressure at first, but I believe the personal touches I added worked out rather well. Now, you know the tradition, [Forename]—please hold it up for all to see!

Grenoldt: Aye, not a single flaw on it... This tool's more than worthy o' yer name.

Chora-Zoi: Right, the name... I hope you'll enjoy working with my very own masterpiece—[*]!

Grenoldt: A moniker that'll ring out an' change the face o' the trades as we know it. Ye've done well, lass.
Grenoldt: How d'ye like it, [Forename]? Feels like magic in yer hands, eh?

Question: What will you say?

> Magic? It feels more like Chora-Zoi's hard work to me.
> I get the feeling you're not done with it yet.
---

Chora-Zoi: Hee hee, it's an honor to hear you say that! But I won't stop here. I must keep improving my craft if I aim to be the change Mistress Mowen wants to see in the world.
Chora-Zoi: Hahaha! I suppose there's no hiding it, is there? Don't you worry, we've got plenty of improvements yet ahead of us!
Chora-Zoi: Now that I've come this far, I can't help but reflect on where I started... When I was but a girl, I chanced upon a kettle crafted by Master Grenoldt. The moment I laid eyes on it, I decided right then and there that I wanted to be an artisan.
Chora-Zoi: Simple though the design was, the maker's mark carved upon it exuded a sense of dignity and passion I'd never felt before. It was as if it spoke to me—that the kettle itself had a fervent wish to be of use to those who heated it upon their hearths.
Chora-Zoi: Now, all these years later, I've carved my own mark into the world. My younger self would never have dreamed of such an opportunity, and yet...here I am.
Chora-Zoi: May this tool speak to the bearer's creative spirit, just as Master Grenoldt's kettle spoke to me.
Chora-Zoi: Phew! Another tool, fresh off the forge! I'm proud to present you with my newest masterpiece—[*]! Feel free to hold it up and show the world what we've wrought!
Chora-Zoi: Yes, perfect! There are few greater joys for an artisan than a satisfied patron. Thank you again for all your help, [Forename]. You look as though you were born to wield my tools!
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

A Tool for the Ages

2026-04-24T01:57:38Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue and related NPCs

{{Quest infobox
| title = A Tool for the Ages
| description = Chora-Zoi is determined to forge her dreams into reality. ※Changing classes or jobs will prevent progress during this quest.
| image = A Tool for the Ages.png
| quest-giver = Chora-Zoi
| related-npcs = Grenoldt; Quinnana
| location = The Crystarium
| location-x = 10.5
| location-y = 7.7
| type = repfeature
| quest-line = Splendorous Tools Quests
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Records of Unusual Endeavors Quests
| journal-genre = Splendorous Tools Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| requirements =
| req-items = 1 Brilliant Saw, 1 Brilliant Cross-pein Hammer, 1 Brilliant Raising Hammer, 1 Brilliant Mallet, 1 Brilliant Round Knife, 1 Brilliant Needle, 1 Brilliant Alembic, 1 Brilliant Frypan, 1 Brilliant Pickaxe, 1 Brilliant Hatchet, 1 Brilliant Fishing Rod, 60 Inspirational Carpenter's Component, 60 Inspirational Blacksmith's Component, 60 Inspirational Armorer's Component, 60 Inspirational Goldsmith's Component, 60 Inspirational Leatherworker's Component, 60 Inspirational Weaver's Component, 60 Inspirational Alchemist's Component, 60 Inspirational Culinarian's Component, 220 Inspirational Miner's Component, 220 Inspirational Wind Cluster, 220 Inspirational Botanist's Component, 220 Inspirational Fire Cluster, 170 Inspirational Fisher's Component
| exp = 0
| gil = 0
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Dance Like Mowen Is Watching
| next-quest = Stand Tool, My Friend
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.51
| id-gt = 70339
| id-edb = fd423ebef0a
}}

==Rewards==
'''Depending on [[class]]:'''
* {{item reward|1| Vrandtic Visionary's Saw}}
* {{item reward|1| Vrandtic Visionary's Cross-pein Hammer}}
* {{item reward|1| Vrandtic Visionary's Raising Hammer}}
* {{item reward|1| Vrandtic Visionary's Mallet}}
* {{item reward|1| Vrandtic Visionary's Round Knife}}
* {{item reward|1| Vrandtic Visionary's Needle}}
* {{item reward|1| Vrandtic Visionary's Alembic}}
* {{item reward|1| Vrandtic Visionary's Frypan}}
* {{item reward|1| Vrandtic Visionary's Pickaxe}}
* {{item reward|1| Vrandtic Visionary's Hatchet}}
* {{item reward|1| Vrandtic Visionary's Fishing Rod}}

==Walkthrough==
{{main|Splendorous Tools}}
==Steps==
*[[Carpenter|CRP]]: With [[Brilliant Saw]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 60 [[Inspirational Carpenter's Component]] to [[Chora-Zoi]].
*[[Blacksmith|BSM]]: With [[Brilliant Cross-pein Hammer]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 60 [[Inspirational Blacksmith's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Armorer|ARM]]: With [[Brilliant Raising Hammer]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 60 [[Inspirational Armorer's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Goldsmith|GSM]]: With [[Brilliant Mallet]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 60 [[Inspirational Goldsmith's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Leatherworker|LTW]]: With [[Brilliant Round Knife]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 60 [[Inspirational Leatherworker's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Weaver|WVR]]: With [[Brilliant Needle]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 60 [[Inspirational Weaver's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Alchemist|ALC]]: With [[Brilliant Alembic]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 60 [[Inspirational Alchemist's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Culinarian|CUL]]: With [[Brilliant Frypan]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 60 [[Inspirational Culinarian's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Miner|MIN]]: With [[Brilliant Pickaxe]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 220 [[Inspirational Miner's Component]] and 220 [[Inspirational Wind Cluster]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Botanist|BTN]]: With [[Brilliant Hatchet]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 220 [[Inspirational Botanist's Component]] and 220 [[Inspirational Fire Cluster]] to Chora-Zoi.
*[[Fisher|FSH]]: With [[Brilliant Fishing Rod]] in your inventory or Armoury Chest, deliver 170 [[Inspirational Fisher's Component]] to Chora-Zoi.

==Journal==
* Chora-Zoi is determined to forge her dreams into reality.
** ※Changing classes or jobs will prevent progress during this quest.

* Well aware of the myriad challenges that await them, Grenoldt and Chora-Zoi are quick to resume discussions on the splendorous tools’ improvement. Grenoldt assert that his new creation requires a bold design to usher in a new age of trade for Norvrandt, yet it must retain the tools’ well-loved adaptive properties. As ever, the boutique is willing to part with extraordinary components from Qeshi-Trao’s collection, but no rarity comes without its price, and you are tasked again with the procurement of quality trade goods.
** ※Please note that you may not proceed with a class or job that is different from when you accepted this quest.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
System: Please note that upon completing the quest “A Tool for the Ages,” you will receive an upgraded splendorous tool for your current class of [Job].

Question: What will you do?

> Undertake this quest as another class.
> Undertake this quest as {{alternatives|an [Job]|a [Job]}}.
---

System: Be advised that once you undertake this quest, you may not proceed with a class or job that is different from when you accepted it.
System: Please ensure that you have changed to your desired class before speaking with Chora-Zoi.
System: In order to receive the quest “A Tool for the Ages,” you must have [*] equipped, in your Armoury Chest, or in your inventory.
System: You have already received [*]. Please change to a different class and speak to Chora-Zoi again.

Chora-Zoi: I see you're as eager to get started as I am! The culmination of our hard work is finally at hand, and I'm ready to find out where our efforts will lead...not only for the future of Norvrandt, but for Master Grenoldt as well!

Grenoldt: That's the way, lass! Now, afore we get to firin' up the forge, we'd best iron out our plans. The stakes are higher than the bleedin' Crystal Tower, an' it never hurts to be too thorough.
Grenoldt: Our current tool should suffice as a base for the new model, an' that'll give us a right good foundation to work with. But it deserves a brand-new design—one what'll stir the hearts an' souls o' those who lay eyes upon it.
Grenoldt: That said, we'll need to preserve the tool's adaptive properties as we improve upon the design. A new look won't mean bugger all without the functionality to match, so I suggest takin' a meticulous approach to ensure naught gets lost along the way.

Chora-Zoi: Unlocking the tool's full potential will be our highest priority, then... A monumental task, to be sure, but with [Forename] on our side, I daresay we won't have much to worry about!

Grenoldt: Aye, our work is all the better for yer presence. Speakin' o' which...might as well get a few thoughts out o' ye while yer here. Wouldn't be much of a collaborative effort without yer input!
Grenoldt: Is there anythin' in particular ye'd want us to keep in mind while we're takin' yer tool to new heights?

Question: What will you say?

> The dreams of artisans and providers around the realm.
> The hopes of those across Norvrandt who helped shape these tools.
---

Chora-Zoi: Oh, that's a lovely answer! I'm inclined to agree.
Chora-Zoi: During the early drafting stages for this phase of the project, I spoke to a great many artisans and providers around the Mean... I was eager to find out what sorts of features they'd like to see in a new splendorous tool, and their counsel was enlightening!
Chora-Zoi: From the leaders of the Facets to the newest recruits, everyone's enthusiasm was palpable. If we can find a way to manifest that sentiment into our tool, we could inspire countless generations to come.
Chora-Zoi: I know more than anyone how much these tools have benefited us. They've given us confidence in our craft. They've brought us closer together as a community, and I mean to share that prosperity with all the realm!
Chora-Zoi: Thankfully, Mistress Qeshi-Trao was kind enough to offer her services to the Boutique once again...though I'm sure you're well aware of what that entails by now. The inevitable procurement of trade goods persists, but so do we!
Chora-Zoi: Aha! I know that look when I see it—interested in another upgrade? Well, far be it from me to deny you!
Chora-Zoi: To improve your tool further, we'll require a bountiful batch of [*]!
Chora-Zoi: I'm told the Boutique has plenty of those at the ready! All you'll need to do is provide them with an expertly crafted shipment of {{alternatives|Connoisseur's Bamboo Fence|Connoisseur's Rousing Chronometer|Connoisseur's Trumpet|Connoisseur's Washbasin|Connoisseur's Targe|Connoisseur's Petasos|Connoisseur's Lunar Curtain|Connoisseur's Crab Cakes}}!
Chora-Zoi: To improve your tool further, we'll require a bountiful batch of [*] and [*]!
Chora-Zoi: I'm told the Boutique has plenty of those at the ready! All you'll need to do is provide them with a gracefully gathered shipment of {{alternatives|Connoisseur's Asphaltum|Connoisseur's Gianthive Chip}}.
Chora-Zoi: To improve your tool further, we'll require a bountiful batch of [*]!
Chora-Zoi: I'm told the Boutique has plenty of those at the ready! All you'll need to do is provide them with a healthy haul of Deadwood Shadow or Ronkan Bullion!
Chora-Zoi: As you might recall, aetherially reduced components should serve our cause just as well as those you obtain from the Boutique! Regardless of where they come from, we'll still be able to make proper use of your materials.
Chora-Zoi: Oh! And do remember to keep your splendorous tool equipped. It's imperative that we observe how it reacts to the workload.
Chora-Zoi: You can deliver your wares straight to Quinnana, and she'll provide us the components we seek from her usual stock. Any questions? Please direct them to Master Grenoldt!
Chora-Zoi: I'm sure you're quite accustomed to this by now, but we'll be ready and waiting once you've prepared everything. Simply hand your hard-earned components over with your tool, and we'll get straight to work.

System: Present Chora-Zoi with your brilliant tool and the requisite materials to receive an upgraded version.
System: Inspirational components can be obtained by delivering selected trade goods to Quinnana at Grenoldt's workbench near the Crystalline Mean.
System: Gatherers may also obtain inspirational components by using aetherial reduction on the applicable trade goods.
System: In order to use aetherial reduction, you must first complete the quest “No Longer a Collectable.”
System: To craft the necessary trade goods, open the '''Crafting Log''', followed by '''Special Recipes''' from within the requisite crafting discipline. Next, select '''Sidequests''', then lastly '''Splendorous Tools''' to locate applicable recipes.
System: Please note that select crafting materials can be purchased with scrips, and that you must have your brilliant tool equipped when crafting.
System: The trade goods in question can be found in the '''Splendorous Tools''' section of the '''Gathering Log'''.
System: Please note that you must have your brilliant tool equipped when gathering.
System: Catching fish suitable for trade goods requires the use of specialized bait balls. This bait can be obtained from Quinnana in exchange for scrips.
System: Please note that you must have your brilliant tool equipped when fishing.
System: Furthermore, if an applicable fish is caught by mooching, it will yield more components than usual.
System: When making your final delivery to Chora-Zoi, the tool to be upgraded should be placed in your inventory or Armoury Chest, and not equipped.

Grenoldt: Summat confusin' ye? Just make sure to use yer brilliant tool to prepare the trade goods for barter.
Grenoldt: Deliver said goods to Quinnana, an' she'll exchange them for the rare materials we need. Once ye've got enough, drop the lot on Chora-Zoi so's we can get on with the improvements. Simple, eh?

System: Present Chora-Zoi with your brilliant tool and the requisite materials to receive an upgraded version.
System: Inspirational components can be obtained by delivering selected trade goods to Quinnana at Grenoldt's workbench near the Crystalline Mean.
System: To craft the necessary trade goods, open the '''Crafting Log''', followed by '''Special Recipes''' from within the requisite crafting discipline. Next, select '''Sidequests''', then lastly '''Splendorous Tools''' to locate applicable recipes.
System: Please note that the selected crafting materials can be purchased with scrips, and that you must have your brilliant tool equipped when crafting.
System: The trade goods in question can be found in the '''Splendorous Tools''' section of the '''Gathering Log'''.
System: Please note that you must have your brilliant tool equipped when gathering.
System: Catching fish suitable for trade goods requires the use of specialized bait balls. This bait can be obtained from Quinnana in exchange for scrips.
System: Please note that you must have your brilliant tool equipped when fishing.
System: Furthermore, if an applicable fish is caught by mooching, it will yield more components than usual.
System: When making your final delivery to Chora-Zoi, the tool to be upgraded should be placed in your inventory or Armoury Chest, and not equipped.

Chora-Zoi: Our procurement professional makes {{alternatives|her|his}} valiant return! I hope the components didn't give you too much trouble this time... And if they did, you might be pleased to know we'll be throwing them all into a very hot forge with your tool. Now, allow me to take those off your hands!
Chora-Zoi: While you were hard at work obtaining components, Master Grenoldt finished drafting up the tool's design.
Chora-Zoi: I've had a look at it myself, and I suspect it'll be a feast for the eyes when it's complete! I wanted to ensure the final product could serve as a proud symbol of the Crystarium, so I procured a few inspirational components of my own.
Chora-Zoi: The shards I have here are fallen fragments of the Crystal Tower—gathered with permission, of course! I'd heard that pieces of the tower were once used to craft the Crystal Exarch's staff, so I thought to incorporate them in our tool's design as well. Master Grenoldt was quite fond of the idea!
Chora-Zoi: Let's see... If I'm not mistaken, that should be everything we need to begin! The forging may take some time, but I promise you, it'll be well worth the wait!
Chora-Zoi: I must strike at the anvil with a precise rhythm... Master Grenoldt and Mistress Mowen's dance should serve as the ideal reference—every step part of an elegant flow, every motion made with flawless grace!
Chora-Zoi: ...Perfect! All that remains now is the finishing coat of oil, filled to the brim with countless hopes and dreams for Norvrandt's future! This splendorous tool...is for ''everyone''!
Chora-Zoi: We did it... We really did it! We've forged our tool in a waltz of unyielding iron and luminous crystal... Oh, it's absolutely wonderful, [Forename]! Would you do us the honor of holding it up for the Crystarium to see?
Chora-Zoi: Allow me to present you with our collaborative masterpiece—I call it [*]!

Grenoldt: Ye've come a long way, lass... By yer hand, our grandest ambitions are brought to life!
Grenoldt: This tool is destined for great things... Aye, generations from now, in the proud tales o' providers across the realm, they'll tell o' the tools that reforged the trades—''our'' tools.

Chora-Zoi: Phew... Enhancing a tool is as thrilling as it is exhausting, but I'm proud to report that we've another masterpiece on our hands. Allow me to present you with [*]! Go on, then—raise it aloft for all to see!
Chora-Zoi: Why, it looks even more radiant in your hands! Thank you as always for your efforts, [Forename]. There are few things more fulfilling than the fruits of our labor put to good use!
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

A New Gold Standard

2026-04-24T01:57:15Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue and related NPCs

{{Quest infobox
| title = A New Gold Standard
| description = Your nemesis-to-be appears unenthused to see his rival.
| image = a new gold standard1.png
| quest-giver = Martyn
| related-npcs = Godbert; P'yandih; Royse
| location = Ul'dah - Steps of Thal
| location-x = 12.5
| location-y = 13.0
| type = feature
| quest-line =
| journal-section = Class & Job Quests
| journal-category = Disciple of Magic Job Quests
| journal-genre = Blue Mage Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job = Blue Mage
| level = 80
| requirements =
| req-items =
| exp = 0
| gil = 935
| reward1 = 1 Phantasmal Attire Coffer (IL 530)
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = No Butts About It
| next-quest = The Brave and the Blue
| release = endwalker
| patch = 6.45
| id-gt = 70313
| id-edb = f4ce408a754
}}

==Steps==
*Speak with [[Royse]].
*Speak with [[Martyn]].

==Journal==
*Your nemesis-to-be appears unenthused to see his rival.

*Martyn is a bundle of nerves, but Royse is her customarily calm and cordial self, assuring you both that preparations at the Celestium are all but complete. She goes on to mention a special financial backer who helped to make the endeavor possible, insisting that you meet with them. To that end, she ushers the both of you to the Hustings Strip, hopeful they are yet lingering about.

*Royse's secret benefactor was none other than Godbert Manderville. Apparently, he has been offering financial support to the Celestium for quite some time. Upon hearing of her plans to incorporate a new performance into the Celestium's itinerary, he volunteered his full support to make Royse's dream a reality. He soon takes his leave, leaving the three of you to settle the matter of newly fashioned costumes and equipment for the show.

*Fitted with his golden armor and minions at his beck and call, Martyn is certain to push you to your limits as a blue mage. He has no intention of holding back, and so he asks that you answer his fervor in kind.

※The next blue mage quest will be available from Martyn after completing stage 32 of the Masked Carnivale.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Martyn: [Forename]. You're lookin' well... By that look in your eye, I take it you're here for more than a little friendly banter.
Martyn: Well, you'll be glad to know I'm duly rested from our venture to Ishgard. Still, I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't feelin' a little anxious.

Royse: You have nothing to be concerned about, Martyn. Preparations at the Celestium are all but complete.
Royse: As we speak, artisans are putting the finishing touches on your new costume and accoutrements. And fret not, [Forename]—you shall have new attire as well.
Royse: 'Twas a most difficult endeavor, to be sure, but thanks to a most generous benefactor, everything continues to proceed apace.
Royse: Speaking of whom, I should very much like for you to meet them. If we leave now, we should be able to find them at the Hustings Strip.

Martyn: The Hustings Strip!? Who could she be workin' with that frequents a place like that?
Martyn: How much financial support do you think she needed? ...And what did she promise to receive it?

P'yandih: Who do you think this mysterious benefactor could be? Oh, I can hardly wait to meet them!

Royse: If you would wait here a moment.
Royse: Here they are—the soon-to-be stars of our latest coming attraction at the Celestium!

Godbert: Hoho, so these are the famed fighters of the Masked Carnivale! A pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Martyn: Godbert Manderville? President of Manderville & Manderville, owner of the Gold Saucer, and member of the Syndicate? ''That'' Godbert Manderville?
Martyn: If he's involved, maybe this is our chance to strike it rich!

Godbert: Ah, [Forename]. I didn't realize you too are a member of the Celestium's entourage. No rest for the righteous, I see.
Godbert: We've met before, have we not? I didn't realize you too are a member of the Celestium's entourage.
Godbert: As for my involvement with the Masked Carnivale, I have long supported Royse's enterprise at the Celestium. In fact, I believe it was around the time Typhon made their debut that I first offered her my services.
Godbert: When she told me of her plans to seek out a worthy rival for the Carnivale's star performer, I knew at once no effort could be spared. And so, the sum total of my company's knowledge and know-how was leveraged to see her plans to fruition.

Royse: It is no exaggeration to say none of what is to come would be possible if not for you.

Godbert: Please, think nothing of it. The Celestium and its Masked Carnivale serve as both a source of entertainment and inspiration for the good people of Ul'dah, and it would be remiss of me to deprive this fair city-state of so precious a jewel.
Godbert: Now, if you will excuse me—another engagement demands my attention.

Royse: Now that introductions are out of the way, we may see to costume fitting and a test of your new equipment.
Royse: My, don't you cut a striking figure!

Martyn: Wasn't I supposed to have a new costume as well?

Royse: Ah, but of course! Only the very best for [Forename]'s dreaded nemesis...
Royse: The diabolical Goldor!

P'yandih: Is it just my imagination or...has he grown taller?

Royse: That would be the glamour prisms. All the better to make him appear more imposing.
Royse: And the crystal there will further augment his magicks to ensure he is a match for our star.
Royse: Naturally, there will also be automata and familiars at his disposal, so you had best be on your guard, [Forename].

Martyn: That sounds a mite unfair, don't you think?

Royse: Well, we could hardly call it a show if you failed to put {{alternatives|her|him}} on the back foot.
Royse: We'll also need to work on your persona, though it should be easy enough if we focus on your naturally miserly character. I've prepared a script for you, so please try to remember your lines.

Martyn: Miserly...?

Royse: Perhaps we should start with a nice menacing threat.

Martyn: You think you know pain? Hah! I will make you long for something as sweet as pain!

Royse: Marvelous! Simply marvelous! The crowds will adore you.

P'yandih: I must confess, this Goldor character suits Martyn quite well.

Martyn: Goldor, the diabolical. Goldor, the miserly. ...People don't really think of me as miserly, do they?

P'yandih: Don't worry about that, Martyn. People will love to hate you, I'm sure of it.

Martyn: I'm not entirely sure if that's a good thing...
Martyn: But if this is the role I'm to play, you can be damn sure I'll give it my all.
Martyn: And I suppose it was only a matter of time before you and I would go toe-to-toe, even if this isn't quite how I imagined it.
Martyn: I won't be holdin' back, and don't expect you to, neither.
Martyn: The incomparable Goldor—formerly known as Azuro the Third—will ever be at the ready. Just say the word!

System: A new stage has been added to the Masked Carnivale, and can be accessed by speaking with the Celestium attendant.
System: New duties have also been added to the blue mage log. Access the “Blue Mage Log” tab via the blue magic spellbook, found in the main menu.
</nowiki>}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

Yyupye's Dirt

2026-04-24T01:49:30Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue and related NPCs

{{Quest infobox
| image = Aunty Knows Best.png
| description = Shaloaci is ready to dig into the mystery.
| quest-giver = Shaloaci
| related-npcs = Nakente
| location = Heritage Found
| location-x = 18.4
| location-y = 9.8
| type = side
| level = 90
| quest-sync = true
| req-quest =
| exp = 372960-418320
| gil = 915
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Aunty Knows Best
| next-quest = What She Left Behind
| release = Dawntrail
| patch = 7.0
| id-gt = 70697
| id-edb = 8db6d7001f2
| journal-section = Sidequests
| journal-category = Xak Tural Sidequests
| journal-genre = Heritage Found Sidequests
}}
==Steps==
* Speak with Nakente.
* Speak with Shaloaci.
* Inspect the fields of Yyupye's Halo.
* Speak with Nakente.

==Journal==
* Shaloaci is ready to dig into the mystery.
* After a hearty meal, Shaloaci has invited you to Yyupye's Halo to get a closer look at the place─but first, Nakente would like to have a word with you in private.
** ※Please note that the difficulty of this quest has been synced to your current level.
* Nakente explains to you her concerns for what unspoken anxieties Shaloaci may be struggling with. As an outsider, you are perhaps uniquely equipped to lend an ear, and so she asks that you try to broach the subject at some point during your investigation. With that agreed upon, she sends you on your way to Yyupye's Halo.
* You rendezvous with Shaloaci just outside the farm. After asking for your honest impression, she decides that perhaps the issue lies in the ground beneath your feet. While she examines the fields to the east, you are to investigate those in the west and report back should you find anything amiss.
* You inform Shaloaci of a strange crackling sound coming from underground, and the two of you set to digging. What you unearth is stranger still: a measurement device as well as a box containing a report from Yyupye, the founder of the farm─addressed to none other than Shaloaci herself! While she reads the rest of the report, your task is to go and inform Nakente of your new lead.
* You apprise Nakente of the latest developments, but she admits she has no recollection of Yyupye, suggesting the founder is no longer among the living. In any case, the investigation will surely continue once Shaloaci has finished reading the report in its entirety.

==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Nakente: Enjoyed the meal? It's traditional Tonawawtan cooking. If you can help Shalo figure out what's ailing the farm, rest assured, there's more where that came from!

Shaloaci: All right, [Forename], time to get started! Er, well, I suppose I've already ''started'', but...you know what I mean!
Shaloaci: First things first—we should have you take a look at the fields and see if you can spot anything that strikes you as unusual.

Nakente: You go ahead and make ready, Shalo. As coinkeeper, it would be remiss to overlook the matter of [Forename]'s payment before {{alternatives|she|he}} leaves. I'll send {{alternatives|her|him}} along shortly.

Shaloaci: Okay, then! Meet me by the bridge just outside of town when you're ready!

Nakente: Forgive me, [Forename], but I wasn't entirely honest just now. You will of course be paid for your services, but there's something else I wanted to discuss.
Nakente: I have a personal favor to ask of you. It concerns Shalo.
Nakente: She was born after the land's fusion, you see. And her parents, well...none of us can remember them.
Nakente: The townsfolk have all done their best to look after her, but I suspect she may struggle with things she doesn't feel she can talk to us about. Her reassignment by the government, for instance.
Nakente: For an outsider like you, however, I suspect she may be willing to open up. Perhaps you could find a quiet moment during your investigation to talk to her?
Nakente: Thank you, [Forename]. Your help is much appreciated—on both counts, of course. Now run along, and don't forget: you're to meet up with her at the southern bridge!
Nakente: She said she'd meet you at the southern bridge. I hope you can help her...

Shaloaci: There you are! Aunty really talked your ear off, didn't she? Well, I'll spare you my idle chitchat.
Shaloaci: You walked these fields with Her Majesty, right? What was your first impression?
Shaloaci: Be honest and don't hold back—any little critique might help!

Question: What will you say?

> First impression? It's so ''dreary''.
> The location seems less than ideal.
> How does anyone run a farm in this weather?
---

Shaloaci: Oh! I didn't realize that was an issue.
Shaloaci: But now that I think on it, this place used to get a lot more sunlight in the past. That's why it's called Yyasulani, after all. “Where the clouds dry,” in the Shetona tongue.
Shaloaci: It's only thanks to electrope technology that the farm has survived this long—specifically those pillars at the center of each field.
Shaloaci: They're a true godssend, converting lightning energy into not just water, but also fire to stave off the cold and earth to replenish the soil. They were the first thing I thought to check, but they're perfectly functional.
Shaloaci: Still, you have a point: this isn't exactly prime farmland. Maybe there's an underlying problem with the soil that can't be mitigated with our tech.
Shaloaci: In that case, I say we roll up our sleeves and examine the fields more closely. I'll take the east side, so the west is all yours! Sound good?
Shaloaci: Great! If you spot anything out of the ordinary, just give a shout. Likewise, if I find anything, you'll be sure to hear me. Now, let's get to it!
Shaloaci: The corn looks healthy. So do the popotoes. Hmmm, so perhaps it's not the soil.

Nakente: I trust my dear Shalo is in good hands, yes?

System: The soil is well drained with just the right amount of moisture—an effect of the electrope pillar, perhaps. In any case, nothing appears to be wrong.
System: The soil is faintly warm to the touch. Evidently this electrope pillar is doing its job.
System: If you listen carefully, you can make out a muffled crackling sound from underground. Shaloaci will want to hear about this.
System: The soil is nice and crumbly, owing not just to the electrope pillar but the dedicated maintenance of the farmhands here. There are no glaring issues that you can spot.
System: Now that you've investigated all the fields to the west, you should apprise Shaloaci of the strange crackling sound you heard earlier.

Shaloaci: This is the field where you heard the funny sound?
Shaloaci: Well, I'll be—there it is! It sounds to me as though it's coming from deep underground. I'm impressed you caught it with those little ears of yours!
Shaloaci: Well, I'll be—there it is! It sounds to me as though it's coming from deep underground. Perhaps our long ears really do “hearken to the call of the earth,” like the Shetona legends say!
Shaloaci: So, um...should we start digging?
Shaloaci: You know, this soil feels a little ''too'' warm. And what is that smell? Mushrooms?
Shaloaci: ...
Shaloaci: Ah! I found something! It's a box, and some sort of measurement device? That's enough crackling, you!
Shaloaci: Now let's see what's inside the box. Papers. Someone's report, it looks like. What's written here?
Shaloaci: “To Shaloaci, From Yyupye: Concerns About Toxic Exoray Infestation.”
Shaloaci: Yyupye? ''The'' Yyupye!?
Shaloaci: How does the farm's founder know my name? And why would they pen me a letter!?
Shaloaci: “I write to you regarding my concerns for the future of this farm, as well as their potential solutions.”
Shaloaci: “This farm survives by the mercy of its technological support. But if the same crops are planted again and again over a sustained period of time, there is a chance the yields will weaken.”
Shaloaci: I don't believe it. That's precisely the problem we're having!
Shaloaci: This is a brilliant discovery, [Forename]! I need to sit down and read everything that's written here. Will you go and tell Aunty Nakente about this?

Nakente: Ah, welcome back! That gleam in your eye tells me there's been progress. Where's Shalo?
Nakente: A letter with her name on it, buried in a box in the fields? Her eyes must be glued to the pages even now.
Nakente: I wish I could offer you more details about Yyupye, but those memories must have been taken to the cloud.
Nakente: I'm sure it must seem very strange to you that we forget the dead. Even we struggled to come to terms with it at first.
Nakente: But we all came to the same conclusion: for the Turali citizens to make a life for ourselves out here, we would have to wear the regulators—all of us, even baby Shalo.
Nakente: At any rate, what matters is that you've managed to find a lead. Carry on with the investigation, dear, and do let me know how it goes!
</nowiki>}}
==Video Archive==
{{quest video archive|id=oPlnF1MzrMI}}

[[Category:Has_datamined_dialogue]]

Your Gil's No Good Here

2026-04-24T01:49:29Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue and related NPCs

{{Quest infobox
| title = Your Gil's No Good Here
| description = [[Jezul Ahuatan the Second]] knows that where the monetary system holds no sway, barter must come into greater play. ※The crafting portion of this quest is recommended for [[Disciples of the Hand]] level 16 and above.
| image =
| quest-giver = Jezul Ahuatan the Second
| related-npcs = Norbettaux; Sullen Sutler
| location = North Shroud
| location-x = 24.7
| location-y = 23.7
| type = daily
| quest-line = Ixali Daily Quests
| journal-section = Allied Society Quests
| journal-category = Ixal Quests
| journal-genre = Ixal Daily Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 16
| quest-sync = true
| req-quest = Never Be Royal
| req-items = 15 Ruby Spruce Branch, 5 Ruby Spruce Log, 1 Spare Tank Component Materials (Key Item), 2 Spare Tank Component Materials, 2 HQ Spare Tank Component
| requirements =
| exp = ?????
| gil = 709
| mettle =
| reward1 = 1 Venture
| reward2 = 2 Ixali Oaknot
| reputation-reward = 50 Ixali Relations
| overridereward(1-10) =
| reward-opt1 = 1 Gatherer's Grasp Materia IV
| reward-opt2 = 1 Gatherer's Guile Materia IV
| reward-opt3 = 1 Craftsman's Command Materia IV
| overridereward-opt(1-8) =
| unlocks =
| prev-quest =
| next-quest =
| patch = 2.35
| release =
| id-gt = 67057
| id-edb = 02dc55e7d03
}}

==Walkthrough==
Make sure you've equipped {{item icon|Ehcatl Wristgloves}} before attempting to craft the quest items.

==Steps==
*As a [[botanist]], harvest [[Ruby Spruce Branch|ruby spruce branches]] near [[Camp Dragonhead]]. 0/15
*As a botanist, harvest [[Ruby Spruce Log|ruby spruce logs]] near Camp Dragonhead. 0/5
*Deliver the ruby spruce wood to the [[Sullen Sutler|sullen sutler]] at Camp Dragonhead.
*Present the [[Spare Tank Component Materials|spare tank component materials]] to [[Norbettaux]] at Camp Dragonhead.
*Synthesize [[Spare Tank Component|spare tank components]] {{HQ}}.
*Deliver the spare tank components {{HQ}} to [[Jezul Ahuatan the Second]].

==Journal==
* Jezul Ahuatan the Second knows that where the monetary system holds no sway, barter must come into greater play.
** ※The crafting portion of this quest is recommended for Disciples of the Hand level 16 and above.

* Jezul Ahuatan has bamboozled you into crafting spare tank components. But first, you must reap what you have─or rather, some other botanist has─sown, The forests around Camp Dragonhead are rich in quality timber; harvest fifteen ruby spruce branches and fire ruby spruce logs.
** ※Please note that the difficulty of this quest has been synced to your current level.

* Your arms are sticky with sap, and sawdust powders your hair. Ah, to be a lumberjack and work all day! The smell of fresh-cut spruce will surely life the spirit of even the one they call the sullen sutler.

* You have acquired a set of spare tank component materials. Present them to Norbettaux at Camp Dragonhead in order to gain access to the crafting facility under his care.

* Norbettaux has prepared the crafting facility for your use. With the materials you have obtained, synthesize two high-quality components for a spare ceruleum tank, and deliver them to Jezul Ahuatan at Ehcatl.
** ※In the event that the status Facility Access: Specialization II wears off or the synthesis ends in failure, you may try again by speaking with Norbettaux.

* Jezul Ahuatan is excessively enthused about your bout of gathering and crafting, which has been rather heavier on industry than inspiration. Your ability to complete even the most tedious of tasks is apparently a gift. Cherish it.
==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
JEZULAHUATAN: Squawk! Quality spare tank components, you can make? Solid metal and durable, they must be. No holding of cider, this is for, but—sqqquawk—spare ceruleum.
JEZULAHUATAN: Squawk! Time to prepare components, you have? Gasket sealant, required for the spare ceruleum tanks, for us you can make. No pressing reason, we have—but a gasket in claw, better than two on order is!
JEZULAHUATAN: Squawk! A helping claw, you will extend? Short of sturdy barrels for ceruleum, we are. Arrived, they did, from a cut-rate cooper and...squawkka-wak! Get, you do, what you pay for!
JEZULAHUATAN: An understanding, we have, with a sutler at Camp Dragonhead. The materials, provide them, he can. Trade for them—only trade, he will. Like him, I do, for one so featherless. Somber as a raven, he is. Trust for gil, he has not.
JEZULAHUATAN: Hiss at me, he did; fierce as goose, he was. “Gil is naught but a ''construct'',” said he. Full of quarrel, you featherless ones are. Fifteen ruby spruce branches and five logs of the same, this sutler wants. Gather them with ease, you can, up Camp Dragonhead way.
JEZULAHUATAN: Point to the crafting facility and no more, he will. Squee-squee, dance to tune played by the small and sly one, the sullen sutler will not!
JEZULAHUATAN: Sqqquawk! Those tank components sooner rather than later, I do want. Expect your delivery, I do. Bite my claws, I shall.

PLANTMERCHANT01520: Brrr... Even the weather's conspiring to put me out of business. That's right, just freeze your arse off till you've nothing to even sit on. That's the way of it with gods an' heroes. Leave a working man without an arse to call his own.
PLANTMERCHANT01520: One of Tataramu's pals? Hmph. Here's your material, over there's where you'll find Norbettaux. The crafting facility's his business, so don't bother me about it.
PLANTMERCHANT01520: What's the matter, the cold take your wits? Off with you—the crafting facility's not ''my'' watch.

Norbettaux: Ah, the one that Master Tataramu spoke of. Welcome to our humble facility! I see that you've spent some time in the woods today—but the real work begins now!
Norbettaux: Ah, this is your material? Let me weigh out what you need...ample, ample. A dyspeptic he may be, but that sutler is scrupulous down to the last onze. Now then, the facility is at your disposal, my canny crafter!
Norbettaux: I shall store the excess material for your benefit. You need but come and find me if you run short, or wish to use the facility again.
Norbettaux: Done with the crafting and ready to deliver, if I'm not mistaken. I need hardly remind you of such a trivial fact, but this crafting facility—and your excess materials—will always be available should you feel an unaccountable need to redo this task. Any friend of Master Tataramu is a friend of mine!

JEZULAHUATAN: Squawk, my components, you have? Build the spare tanks this turn, we can?
JEZULAHUATAN: Squee-squee, fast delivery, this is—and great work, it is! Praise you as ''claw that grips'', Chief Totoloc would. No harrying, you need. No cheating, you do. Squawk! Fortunate, I am, to have your service.

POPMESSAGE: You now have access to the crafting facility.

System: Normal-quality items crafted in the course of this quest serve no purpose and cannot be sold. It is recommended that you discard them.
System: To complete this quest, you will need to change your class to botanist by equipping a hatchet to your main hand.
</nowiki>}}

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Your Friendly Neighborhood Metalworker

2026-04-24T01:49:28Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue and related NPCs

{{Quest infobox
| title = Your Friendly Neighborhood Metalworker
| description = Rral Soj seems relieved to see you.
| image = XRal Soj Metalwares.png
| quest-giver = Rral Soj
| related-npcs = Papawni
| location = Tuliyollal
| location-x = 16.9
| location-y = 11.0
| type = feature
| quest-line = XRral Soj Metalwares Quests
| journal-section = Class & Job Quests
| journal-category = Wachumeqimeqi Quests
| journal-genre = XRral Soj Metalwares Quests
| organization =
| class =
| job =
| level = 90
| req-quest =
| req-items =
| requirements = [[Blacksmith]], [[Armorer]], [[Goldsmith]]
| exp =
| gil =
| reward1 = 3 Jhinga Biryani
| reward2 =
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Wrought in Wachumeqimeqi
| next-quest = Hard to Reed
| release = Dawntrail
| patch = 7.0
| id-gt = 70504
| id-edb = cd4571ffbdc
}}
==Steps==
* Speak with Papawni.
* Speak with Rral Soj.

==Journal==
* Rral Soj seems relieved to see you.
* Rral Soj, the eponymous proprietor of XRral Soj Metalwares, welcomes the arrival of a seasoned artisan at her shop. She explains that she recently hired an employee named Papawni, who seems to have difficulty with carrying out even the simplest of tasks. Before realizing this, however, Rral Soj had accepted a hefty bulk order, and was in danger of not fulfilling in time─until you showed up. She asks that you find Papawni, who was tasked with purchasing supplies in Bayside Bevy, and bring her back to the shop.
* You find a troubled Papawni near a fountain in Bayside Bevy, and discover that she's a former potsworn who you previously crossed paths with in Earthenshire. She shares the sad story of her failure to procure supplies for crafting a pot, explaining that in all her years as an artisan, she had never needed to purchase raw materials. Although initially dismayed that you were hired to pick up her slack, she realizes that another skilled crafter can only help her learn more quickly, and affirms her desire to relearn the basics. With her spirits recovered, Papawni bids you both return to meet the proprietress as she had requested.
* Although startled to learn Papawni lacked even the knowledge to forge such a simple tool, Rral Soj nevertheless decides to press on, and is ready to discuss a hefty bulk order she has lined up.
==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Rral Soj: Ah, must be my lucky day. You're [Forename], the artisan Ropli roped in, aren't you?
Rral Soj: It's a pleasure. Name's Rral Soj, and I'm the proprietor of this here shop. From pots to knives, if it's used on the daily and made o' metal, I smith it.
Rral Soj: There's one code I live by, and it's to never keep a customer waitin'. Soon as an order comes in, I do my damndest to have it ready soon as able. Can't have folks livin' their lives without the proper utensils, see?
Rral Soj: Won't say that speed don't come at a price. My goods come quality assured, but they ain't always pretty to look at.
Rral Soj: Once upon a time, might be that I aspired to meld metalware even a Dawnservant would be proud to use...but that was the childish dream o' a childish lass.
Rral Soj: Reality ain't so sweet. Better to leave the fancy fineries to the Moblins. I ain't ashamed to admit their craftsmanship knows no equal. But I ain't ashamed o' what I do either—knowin' that my goods are needed is what gets me up in the mornin'.
Rral Soj: What I'm tryin' to say is, I win my custom by providin' fast and reliable service.
Rral Soj: What I'm tryin' to say is, I win my custom by bein' fast and reliable. With the state o' the city, and everythin' folks've lost, they need dependability now more than ever.
Rral Soj: And I need your help to give 'em that. I have a bit of an embarrassin' problem on my hands, see...
Rral Soj: I had a young lass come to me askin' for work a little ways back. She claimed to have experience workin' metal, so I figured why not. With a new hire, I thought I could start acceptin' bulk orders.
Rral Soj: But that Papawni, bless her heart... She's earnest to a fault, but the girl barely knows her way around a pitchfork, let alone a forge.
Rral Soj: I've already accepted a hefty order, and I'm afraid we won't have it ready in time. I don't wanna let any one o' my customers down. So I ask you, will you lend me a hand? You'll be well compensated for your work, promise.

Question: What will you say?

> Of course!
> I'll hold you to the “well compensated” part.
---

Rral Soj: A heartenin' reply! Thank you. I can already sense you've the confidence o' a none-too-shabby artisan.
Rral Soj: The response I'd expect o' any artisan worth their salt. My thanks.
Rral Soj: We'd best begin with introductions, then. Might I trouble you to fetch Papawni? I sent her to Bayside Bevy to purchase materials for pots some time ago, but she hasn't returned.
Rral Soj: I gave her the simple task o' purchasing supplies, but she's been gone for quite some time now. Bring her back with you if you see her in Bayside Bevy, would you?

Papawni: Wait... You're one of the Third Promise's companions, aren't you?
Papawni: You may not recall, but we actually passed by one another in Earthenshire! I'm Papawni, a former potsworn. I'm honored to finally meet you!
Papawni: Gosh, do I miss how the Moblins spoiled us artisans. They provided every luxury you could imagine—a cot fluffier than alpaca fleece, platters of delectable food...best of all, they took care of all the cleaning, letting us focus wholeheartedly on our work!
Papawni: Alas, the storm left them short of supplies and helphands. I realized that the environment I once enjoyed there would not soon return, and made the hard choice to end my potpact and journey here for work.
Papawni: Ah, but look at me—we've hardly met and I'm already talking your ear off! Excuse me. What brings ''you'' to this corner of Tural?
Papawni: M-Mistress Rral Soj requested your assistance with the shop!?
Papawni: Oh forgive me, forgive me! My ineptitude has inconvenienced even you!
Papawni: Since the day I started working for her, I can't seem to fulfill a single one of Mistress Rral Soj's requests properly...
Papawni: As a potsworn, my work was quite intricate, you see. The Moblins desired only the most lavish and ornate novelties, so that is what I made. I can't even imagine where to begin making ''household goods''...
Papawni: Not even a pot. <sigh> I spent more time than I care to admit in front of the supplier, trying to guess which materials might be appropriate for forging one until I just felt utterly overwhelmed...and wound up here.
Papawni: Ugh, confounded by a ''pot''. I'm no artisan—I'm a fraud.
Papawni: You know, most people aren't even aware that the potsworn exist. Even bringing it up as a credential here only seems to garner doubt. I feel as if I've begged for work from every shop in Tuliyollal, but none would hire me.
Papawni: No one but Mistress Rral Soj... She knew no more of the potsworn than anyone else, but she welcomed me with open arms instead of disbelief. I want to repay her compassion—her faith in me.
Papawni: So I will! This isn't the time to be moping! I even have a new friend beside me! I can simply relearn the basics—starting with the materials for a pot!
Papawni: But first things first: we should return to Mistress Rral Soj as she requested!
Papawni: I see... Among the materials available in Tuliyollal, ingots smelted from Turali iron ore are most suitable in the forging of a pot!

Rral Soj: Thanks for bringing her back, [Forename]. To think Papawni didn't even know the makings of a pot...
Rral Soj: <sigh> But that can come later. Now that you're both here, I'd like to discuss the bulk order we have lined up. I'll fill you in once you're ready, so just give me a shout.

System: You may now undertake deliveries for XRral Soj Metalwares. Speak with Rral Soj to learn more.
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You're Gonna Carry That

2026-04-24T01:49:27Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue and related NPCs

{{Retired
| description1 = This quest was removed as part of the revamp and pruning of the A Realm Reborn main story quest experience.
| patch = 5.3
}}
{{Quest infobox
| title = You're Gonna Carry That
| description = [[Slafborn]] seems intent on putting you to work yet again.
| quest-giver = Slafborn
| location = Mor Dhona
| location-x = 21
| location-y = 7
| type = main scenario
| quest-line = Seventh Astral Era Main Scenario Quests
| level = 50
| exp = 4,800
| gil = 658
| req-items = 4 Labeled Package
| reward1 = 1 Buffalo Calf
| reward-opt1 = 1 Giantsgall Longsword
| reward-opt2 = 1 Giantsgall Claws
| reward-opt3 = 1 Giantsgall War Axe
| reward-opt4 = 1 Giantsgall Trident
| reward-opt5 = 4 Allagan Bronze Piece
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Answering the Call
| next-quest = The Things We Do for Tea
| patch = 2.1
| release = A Realm Reborn
| id-gt = 66722
}}

==Steps==
*Speak with [[Alphinaud]] in [[the Waking Sands]].
*Gather the [[Labeled Package|labeled packages]]. 0/4
*Give the labled packages to [[Tataru]] outside the Waking Sands.

==Journal==
*It would seem your painfully productive stay at [[Revenant's Toll]] is finally over. [[Alphinaud]] has requested that you return to [[the Waking Sands]] and report on your progress in person. Much as you would like to run one final errand for Slafborn prior to taking your leave, it would not do to keep a fellow [[Scion]] waiting.

*Upon returning to the Waking Sands, Alphinaud declares that preparations for the move to [[Mor Dhona]] have fallen behind. Demonstrating an almost Slafbornian eagerness to put you to work, he then bids you scour the headquarters for any [[Labeled Package|packages]] labeled for shipment to Revenant's Toll. It would seem your report will have to wait.

*A cursory search yields four labeled packages. Though an average might feasibly struggle to carry them all, the same cannot be said of you. Bluntly, you have faced greater challenges. Take the packages to [[Tataru]] who is waiting outside.

*No sooner have you washed your hands of one errand than Tataru begs your assistance with another. With luck, it will take no longer than the previous one...
==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Slafborn: I can't tell you how grateful we all are to have you here—now more than ever. We have a major crisis on our hands, you see—one which will demand your full attention for weeks if not months. I'm sorry, [Forename]. If you've made any other plans, you'll just have to cancel them.
Slafborn: ...Heh heh! You honestly believed me, didn't you? There's such a thing as being ''too'' long-suffering, you know? I fear we may have overdone it with the errands, necessary though they were.
Slafborn: Anyway, your work here is done—for the time being, at least. Master Alphinaud has sent word that you are to report to him at the Waking Sands. I gather he wants to know how you've been getting on. Be sure to tell him how welcome we've made you feel, won't you?
Slafborn: As much as I would like to impose upon you further, Alphinaud was insistent that you return to Vesper Bay at once.

Alphinaud: Ah, [Forename]—you've returned. I trust they kept you busy in Revenant's Toll?
Alphinaud: We have had nary a moment's rest since you departed. Despite our best efforts, however, we've begun to fall behind.
Alphinaud: No matter. We shall soon make up the lost ground with you here to help us. Now, there are a number of packages which must needs be delivered to Revenant's Toll as a matter of urgency.
Alphinaud: Don't give me that long-suffering look—I only require you to take them upstairs to Tataru. She will handle the rest. The packages are scattered about the halls, but each is clearly labeled, so you should have little trouble finding them. Now, if you will excuse me... Hm? Your report? Later, later...
Alphinaud: Of course I wish to hear your report, but you've caught me at an inopportune moment. I daresay I will have some time to talk when you have finished your little errand.

Tataru: Uwaaah! So much to do, so much to do! At this rate, we'll ''never'' get to Revenant's Toll!
Tataru: Bless your heart, I had completely forgotten about those!
Tataru: Let me check the labels against my list... Oh, these are the last ones! Thank the Twelve, it's almost—
Tataru: Oh dear, I ''did'' contact the courier, didn't I? Um...
Tataru: Ah! It just so happens that I had been meaning to contact ''you'', [Forename]! I've an important personal request, you see, which I couldn't possibly entrust to anyone else.
</nowiki>}}

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You Say Popoto, I Say...

2026-04-24T01:49:26Z

RoboGurgum: Adding dialogue and related NPCs

{{Quest infobox
| title = You Say Popoto, I Say...
| description = [[Edgyth]] requires the help of her botanical hero.
| image = Never Meet Your Heroes.png
| quest-giver = Edgyth
| related-npcs = Fufucha
| location = Idyllshire
| location-x = 5.2
| location-y = 4.3
| type = class
| quest-line =
| journal-section = Class & Job Quests
| journal-category = Disciple of the Land Quests
| journal-genre = Botanist Quests
| organization =
| class = Botanist
| job =
| level = 63
| requirements =
| req-items = 20 Wild Popoto
| exp = 1557875
| gil = 2613
| reward1 = 1 High Steel Scythe
| reward-opt1 = 1 Gyuki Leather Hat
| reward-opt2 = 1 Gyuki Leather Jacket
| reward-opt3 = 1 Gyuki Leather Gloves of Gathering
| reward-opt4 = 1 Gyuki Leather Chaps
| reward-opt5 = 5 Allagan Silver Piece
| unlocks =
| prev-quest = Never Meet Your Heroes
| next-quest = Walking for Walker's
| release = stormblood
| patch = 4.0
| id-edb = cfe95086b0d
| id-gt = 68157
}}

==Steps==
*Rendezvous with [[Edgyth]] in [[Gridania]].
*Speak with [[Fufucha]].
*Rendezvous with Edgyth in [[East End]].
*Harvest [[Wild Popoto|wild popotoes]]. 0/20
*Deliver the wild popotoes to Edgyth.
*Speak with Edgyth in [[Idyllshire]].

==Journal==
* Edgyth requires the help of her botanical hero.

* Edgyth has received word saying that Fufucha has finished formulating her plan. Hesitant to go alone, as this will be her first trip to Gridania, she asks for you to show her around. You agree to do her the favor and prepare to make your way to the city–state.

* You rendezvous with a somewhat overwhelmed Edgyth. This is her first time visiting anywhere with vegetation as lush as Gridania's and her heart is all aflutter. You wait for her to regain her composure before going to speak with Fufucha.

* Fufucha explains that she has chosen a somewhat unlikely candidate for this project: the popoto. Confident that they are both suited to Dravania's climate and full of potential, she instructs you and Edgyth to gather some from East End. You ready yourself for the work ahead.

* Edgyth mentions that a soldier told her popotoes were once grown in East End. She bids you collect a total of twenty wild popotoes, which she will then take back to the Mudplots.

* Edgyth is highly impressed by the speed with which you complete the task she assigned you. She prepares to haul the popotoes back to the Mudplots, making one last self-deprecating remark before setting off.

* You return to the Mudplots and hear from Edgyth that everything is in place for you to start planting the wild popotoes. Edgyth is impressed by your masterful technique, remarking she hopes to someday become even half as proficient as you. You are bid farewell and assured by Edgyth that she will take care of the rest of the work under the watchful eye of Fufucha.
** ※The next botanist quest will be available from Edgyth upon reaching level 65.

==Walkthrough==
{{gathering list|Wild Popoto}}
The item is only present on the node during this quest. For additional help locating the node, search the [[Gathering Log]] for {{item icon|Holy Basil}}.
==Dialogue==
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{{Dialogue|<nowiki>
Edgyth: [Forename], [Forename]! I have at long last received word from Fufucha! Ah, just uttering her name gives me such joy...
Edgyth: But this is hardly the time or place for me to be longing for her exquisite company—that's what every other waking moment is for. No, we need to head to Gridania so that we may actually enjoy her co—I mean, have her brief us on how best to proceed.
Edgyth: Although, as this is my first trip to Gridania, I was wondering if it wouldn't be too much trouble to have you show me around?
Edgyth: Oh, thank you, [Forename]! You're just as {{alternatives|courteous|chivalrous}} as the articles made you sound! I shall see you in Gridania shortly then.

Fufucha: My understanding was that Edgyth would be coming here shortly. Although, I am still yet to see any sign of her arrival. I do hope she did not get lost somewhere along the way.

Edgyth: That lovely scent in the air, the lush greenery, this truly is the spiritual home of botany! I wonder if there isn't some way I could stay here more permanently...
Edgyth: There I go daydreaming again! Honestly, Edgyth. Let us make our way to the guild!
Edgyth: Deep breaths, Edgyth. You're only surrounded by the most nature you've ever seen in your entire life. Perhaps speaking with Fufucha will help calm me down.

Fufucha: Let us get to the heart of the matter. I suggest that we cultivate a new species of popoto.

Edgyth: P-Popoto? You mean the root vegetable used in soups and pancakes?

Fufucha: The very same.
Fufucha: While the Dravanian hinterlands enjoy more sunlight than most regions, the soil is far from fertile. The area's mountainous terrain and cold climes can also hardly be considered favorable.
Fufucha: Succinctly put, it is not especially hospitable from a botanic point of view, and it should come as no surprise that any crops planted there would be lacking in quality. However, that is precisely why I propose we put our faith in the sturdy popoto.

Edgyth: But do you not think we would struggle to sell regular popotoes? They're so ubiquitous in Eorzea I can't imagine who would be interested in one grown in Dravania...

Fufucha: That would be true if we planned to simply grow the common popoto. However, through selective breeding, we shall give birth to one that is unique to Dravania—one that will come to represent the region.
Fufucha: [Forename], I would like you to gather some wild popotoes for me. We shall plant these in the Mudplots and crossbreed them.
Fufucha: By improving upon popotoes that have already been able to grow in harsh conditions, we might be able to produce one of the toughest root vegetables known to man.
Fufucha: You have my thanks. I suggest you try searching East End; the area was famed for its popoto production once upon a time.
Fufucha: The settlement there that used to cultivate the vegetable may be long gone, but I imagine there should still be a few popotoes growing in the area. You certainly stand a much higher chance of finding wild popotoes there than you would aimlessly wandering the realm.

Edgyth: And I shall accompany you, [Forename]! I may not be able to help much with harvesting popotoes, but I'm sure I could be of some use... Perhaps I could clean your boots every now and then?

Fufucha: I do not see the harm in Edgyth tagging along. It may even turn out to be quite the learning experience for her! East End is a relatively peaceful area, but I shall let the Order of the Twin Adder know you are coming as a precaution.

Edgyth: Well then, it's settled! I shall go on ahead to scout the area for you.

Fufucha: I shall take care of the popotoes once they have been planted. I cannot wait to see what you are able to collect; it has been quite some time since a job has gotten me this excited!

Edgyth: Oh, [Forename], there you are! I heard from one of the soldiers that this is the area where popotoes used to be grown.
Edgyth: Fufucha told me that we should aim to bring back twenty of them. That should be more than enough. Oh, and don't worry about lugging them back to Idyllshire, that's my job!
Edgyth: They should be somewhere around here. Let me know once you've managed to gather twenty.
Edgyth: You've f-finished!? I wonder what it's like to be so skilled. Must be nice...
Edgyth: I may be an inadequate botanist, but I would like to believe I have it in me to haul twenty popotoes as far as the Mudplots. I'll make sure to assist Fufucha in preparing them to be replanted as soon as I arrive.
Edgyth: Your timing is uncanny! We just finished our preparations not a moment ago. Now begins the hard work!
Edgyth: That was incredible! The finesse with which you planted each individual popoto... Now I know just why Fufucha speaks so highly of you!
Edgyth: If I could be even half as good as you, I'd die a happy botanist. And there's no better opportunity for me to improve than now, with first-rate botanists mentoring me.
Edgyth: Speaking of which, Fufucha has graciously agreed to help me crossbreed our popotoes and plant the resulting seeds. Truly, her loveliness knows no bounds! I look forward to seeing you again once our work is done.
</nowiki>}}

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