A Fool and His Life Are Soon Parted

A Fool and His Life Are Soon Parted

Quest giver

Meduil

Location

Coerthas Central Highlands (X:25.3, Y:15.6)

Level

37

Experience

 4,370

Gil

 1,571

Patch

2.0

“

The Sharlayans say there are no greater generals than old women with naught to lose, and Meduil's steely gaze says she means to send you to war.

— In-game description

Steps

• Spill karakul blood on the bait spot and slay the gorgotaur.

• Give the rosary to Meduil.

Journal

• The Sharlayans say there are no greater generals than old women with naught to lose, and Meduil's steely gaze says she means to send you to war.

• Meduil's son perished in the Ogre's Belly, and she will have no others robbed by his killer. Spill the karakul bloo as bait, then slay the ravening gorgotaur drawn by the scent.

• The gorgotaur, grown fat on easy kills in the blizzard, is no match for your skills. Yet, you are sill heartsore, for a dead killer is cold comfort. You find a mythril rosary among the moldering bones; give it to Meduil.

• In Ishgard, the measure of honor accorded to those killed by Dravanians is the measure of scorn heaped on those slain otherwise. Against that stark truth, your small act of kindness appears to mean all the more to Meduil.

Dialogue

Accepting the Quest

Meduil: I had a son once, a fine boy. Maybe if he'd lived, he would have been around your age by now—I'm not sure, my memory's not so good these days. But he wandered into the Ogre's Belly in a blizzard, and one of the beasts in there killed him.
Meduil: I'm neither a knight not a maid, but I tell you my heart cries out for vengeance—nay, justice—even after all these years. I won't go to my grave knowing that creature will blight another life as it did mine. Take all that I have left, but slay the gorgotaur.
Meduil: Here, this is a bottle of karakul blood. Pour it out and the scent will draw the creature. It doesn't care what kind of blood it is, you see. Once it senses prey... You'll be ready, won't you?

Delivering the mythril rosary to Meduil

Meduil: Thank the Fury, you're safe! I thought my revenge had been the death of you, but you say it's the monster that's dead. Thank you, kind girl/boy.
<hand over mythril rosary>
Meduil: And would you look at that—you found his rosary! As bright as the day his father put it around his neck... They say mythril never loses his luster. Not like life, eh?
Meduil: Fall to a dragon, go to heaven.
Fall to aught else, who gives two hells?
...That's the Ishgard way.
Meduil: He was a scout, and a good one I'm told. But he died a fool's death and fools deserve no justice. They found him, and left his things where they lay—left him where he lay. His own comrades.
Meduil: But you didn't did you? You picked this up and brought it to me. A good heart and a noble soul, to keep your promise and do a kind thing unbidden. You are the justice I sought, adventurer, and now I may live out my days in peace.