A Bridge Too Full

A Bridge Too Full 

Quest giver

Doesrael

Location

Lower La Noscea (X:23.5, Y:28.0)

Level

11

Experience

 1,000

Gil

 188

Patch

2.0

“

Captain Doesrael, stationed at Oschon's Embrace, needs you to track down a guard who has abandoned his duties.

— In-game description

Rewards

Choose one of the following options:

• 1   Bone Armillae
• 1   Copper Ear Cuffs
• 1   Allagan Bronze Piece

Steps

• Speak with Wyrstmaga.
• /soothe the irate coachmen.
• Speak with Wyrstmaga.
• Speak with Doesrael.

Journal

• Captain Doesrael, stationed at Oschon's Embrace, needs you to track down a guard who has abandoned his duties.

• With the recent increase in deliveries being sent between the Moraby Drydocks and Limsa Lominsa, passage across Oschon's Embrace has slowed to a crawl. Find Wyrstmaga, the guard whose duty it is to ensure smooth travel across the bridge.

• Wyrstmaga appears intimidated by the angry shouts of the drivers as they fume at the seemingly interminable delays. Do your best to /soothe the irate coachmen so that the harried guard might return to his post and perform his duties in relative peace.

• You have managed to soothe the irate coachmen. Report your success to Wyrstmaga and have him return to his post.

• Wyrstmaga has returned to his post on the bridge. Report your progress to Captain Doesrael at Oschon's Embrace.

• The conflict preventing passage across Oschon's Embrace has been resolved. But with work on the Victory demanding ever more materials, you can only wonder how Wyrstmaga will cope with the steadily increasing traffic on the bridge.

Dialogue

Accepting the Quest

Doesrael: Eh? Ye be wantin' to cross Oschon's Embrace? If ye ain't in a hurry to be some place, I'd rather ye hold off for a bell or two—presently the bridge is such a right confusion o' wagons an' such, the damn thing's like to collapse.
Doesrael: We expect a bit o' congestion, what with this bein' the only bridge connectin' the roads from the Drydocks to Limsa Lominsa, but today's traffic is somethin' awful.
Doesrael: Speakin' o' which, what in the seven hells does Wyrstmaga think he's playin' at desertin' his post at a time like this? Do me a favor, would ye, lass/lad? Track down that skittish bugger an' tell him to get his arse back to directin' the chaos at the Embrace.

Speaking with Wyrstmaga

Wyrstmaga: Bah, 'twas only a matter o' time before they sent someone after me, I suppose. Aye, I heard ye—the bridge is a bloody mess. Truth be told, I wish the damn thing would collapse and save me the sufferin'.
Wyrstmaga: I can't simply wave me hands an' have everythin' suddenly sort itself out, now can I? An' if I try reasonin' with those demon-spawned coachmen, I'm like to get me head bit off.
Wyrstmaga: Listen, if yer not goin' to let me be, then can ye at least have a word with the more irate wagon drivers? Ye know, soothe their tempers some? That'll be one less headache for me to deal with.

Soothing the Irate Coachmen

Speaking to the Irate Coachman (1)

Irate Coachman (1): You can take your self-important words and take a dive in the harbor! I have shipwrights expecting this cargo, and it'll be a cold day in Thanalan before I back down first!

/Soothing the Irate Coachman (1)

Irate Coachman (1): Perhaps you do have a point. I shall endeavor to keep a hold on my temper, if only to see this situation resolved before the moon turns.

Speaking to the Irate Coachman (2)

Irate Coachman (2): Make way, ye ugly bilge rat! I should've been in Limsa bells ago! Eh!? I'll calm down when fishbacks learn to fly! Now move yer arse!

/Soothing the Irate Coachman (2)

Irate Coachman (2): Well, if ye put it like that, then maybe I'll hold me tongue for a bit.

Speaking with Wyrstmaga

Wyrstmaga: Well I'll be damned. Ye actually managed to calm them buggers down!? Yer a miracle worker, an' that's the honest truth.
Wyrstmaga: All I need is for the drivers to heed me directions without all that snappin' an' snarlin', ye see. Well, I'd best be at it afore they lose their tempers again.
Wyrstmaga: Oh, an' I'd appreciate it if ye could let Captina Doestael know I'm back on the job.

Speaking with Doesrael

Doesrael: Wyrstmaga is back at his post, is he? Yer tongue must be made o' silver to have accomplished that feat!
Doesrael: He can't handle the yellin', you see. The gods only know how such a delicate flower survived guard trainin' in the first place.
Doesrael: An' he's never goin' to survive duty at the bridge now that work on the Victory has a flood o' deliveries comin' in an' out every bloody day. Wyrstmaga better harden up, or start looking' for a quieter line o' work.