A Place in the Sun
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A Place in the Sun
- Quest giver
- Pameka
- Location
- Tuliyollal (X:16.7, Y:11.3)
- Quest line
Wachumeqimeqi Quests
┗ Epistles by Pameka Quests- Level
- 100
- Required items
- 1 Xak Tural Miscellany
1 Tonawawtan Cover Components - Gil
1,195- Previous quest
Reaching for the Sky- Next quest
- Appreciated Value
- Patch
- 7.0
- Links
- EDB GT TC
Concern is writ plain on Pameka's face.
— In-game description
Rewards
- Choose one of the following options:
- 1 Craftsman's Competence Materia XI
- 1 Craftsman's Cunning Materia XI
- 1 Craftsman's Command Materia XI
- Unlocks
Steps
- Speak with Zemoweni.
- Synthesize a set of Tonawawtan cover components .
- Deliver the set of Tonawawtan cover components to Pameka.
- Wait at the designated location.
- Speak with Zemoweni.
- Speak with Pameka.
Journal
- Concern is writ plain on Pameka's face.
- Pameka is glad for your presence, but regretfully informs you that there has been no word from Zemoweni about his next commission. Curious as to his storytelling duties at Xbalyav Ty'e, your scrivener friend suggests you pay him a visit at his workplace.
- At Xbalyav Ty'e, Zemoweni admits his intention to commission Pameka again─this time for a book of tales from his homeland. His dilemma, however, stems from the fact that a written work may not properly represent a Tonawawta village that adheres to an oral tradition. Recalling the power of illustration, Pameka proposes the next book be one that incorporates different media to fully tell the tale within. With Zemoweni's materials from Xak Tural in hand, you set out to craft a binding worthy of his people's stories.
- ※In the event you lose the ingredients or the synthesis ends in failure, you may try again by speaking with Zemoweni.
- After you deliver the components to Pameka, she begins transcribing Zemoweni's tale. The finished product is a masterpiece of the senses, and Zemoweni is eager to share it at the earliest opportunity. He invites you and Pameka to join him for the next storytelling session at Xbalyav Ty'e, which should be starting soon.
- At Xbalyav Ty'e, Zemoweni gathers the crowd's attention with the promise of a new story and begins reading from the book you bound him. The tale of the sunchasers is one you've never heard, and both its novelty and beauty move the regular customers, who burst into applause at its conclusion.
- Zemoweni's smile is equal parts relief and gratitude, still breathless from his long tale. He suggests you seek out Pameka, who has already returned to her stall.
- Pameka reflects upon her time with you and Zemoweni, reporting a new appreciation for the power of words both written and spoken. Theirs is the power to carry one generation's hopes to the next, and she vows to improve upon her skills as a scrivener and endeavor to transfer the full weight of her client's words to parchment as best she can. She thanks you for your help and brings to the final page your endeavors as book-binder─but one small tale among the many of Wachumeqimeqi.
Dialogue
Oh, Forename... Zemoweni seemed troubled after our last session, didn't he?
He hasn't said a word about his next commission, and I fear he may have given up on our bookmaking endeavor.
At first he seemed so excited about sharing the stories he heard at Xbalyav Ty'e. I wonder how his recitations there differ from our transcription sessions...
Care to take a walk with me, Forename? I think I should like to see Zemoweni's performance for myself.
Very good. To Xbalyav Ty'e with us!
<sigh> I'd be halfway to Xbalyav Ty'e by now if I didn't need to close the stall... You go on ahead and see what Zemoweni's up to. I'll meet you there shortly.
Pameka, Forename! Here for a drink, perhaps?
While that does sound splendid, we were actually hoping to hear one of your famous recitations.
Ah, then I'm afraid your timing is rather unfortunate... We usually wait until our seats have filled before having a tale, so not for some time yet.
Oh? That's a shame...
Then, what about your next commission? As soon as we know what sort of tales you plan to tell, Forename can begin to assemble the necessary materials for your new tome's binding.
About that...
I-If you have no further tales you wish to share, far be it from me to insist!
Don't worry, I still have plenty to tell. The thing is...when I learned of your discoveries, I decided I wanted our next story to be something from my home.
Our tales are completely unknown to outsiders. Should our oral tradition ever reach its end, our hopes and history would vanish with it. Which is why I would preserve what I can with the written record.
That sounds like a wonderful idea. And yet you still seem conflicted...
My people neither read nor write. Would creating a written book of their stories truly be understanding and honoring their legacy?
When you put it that way... How might we properly convey the stories of a people unassociated with the written word?
What will you say?
Let's make a book that can be read without words.
Take a page from your great-grandfather's book, Pameka!
Of course! Written words are only one way to tell a story, after all. Illustrations can be just as effective.
And take a page we shall! I only just finished illustrating a book about the Yok Huy. You don't need to know our written alphabet to read a story from illustrations.
But we needn't stop there: what if we incorporated other materials into the book as well? Bird feathers and flowers...things that hearken to the setting and appeal to all the senses!
We'd need to devise a way to preserve the materials we choose—but once we do, our readers will be able to immerse themselves in the story without a reliance on the written word.
A book that appeals to all the senses... I think that might work!
I happen to have a few things you can use for the cover... And I can fetch more, if you'll give me a moment.
Then let us all reconvene back at my stall. Once you have components for our cover, deliver them to me, and we'll hear Zemoweni's tale!
Our next book will be about my people, so I'd like the cover to incorporate materials from my homeland. If you run out, I have plenty extra!
You've readied the components? Then let's speak to Pameka, and I'll begin my tale.
This time we need binding for a tome that will awe its readers' senses. Do you have something ready?
I... I'm speechless, Forename. These will make our finest cover yet, of that I have no doubt. Now, let us hear Zemoweni's story.
What an amazing tome you've made. Careful script and illustration...pieces of the natural world as they feature in my story... Reading this will be an unforgettable experience for anyone.
I can't wait to take this home and show my family. I'm sure they'll be proud to see our stories reflected in such art.
What will you say?
You should perform it for all to enjoy.
Can I come and hear you read it at Xbalyav Ty'e?
Of course. That was my intention from the very start. I feel more confident than ever in my letters, so I plan to read aloud from this gorgeous tome, as opposed to reciting a memorization.
In fact, I'd say our evening/morning/afternoon regulars will be flooding into Xbalyav Ty'e soon enough. If you'd like, I can save a table for you!
That would be splendid, Zemoweni. We'll be right behind you!
I can't wait to see what Xbalyav Ty'e's customers think of Zemoweni's story! Go on ahead; I'll catch up shortly.
You're just in time! I've saved some room for you and Pameka over there. Relax and enjoy the show!
Can you hear that? People are telling all sorts of tales around us. A haven for storytellers indeed!
Many here are regulars, but everyone is welcoming of fresh faces. Just so long as you're hungry for new stories!
Hey, lad! Tell us a story, would you? A new one, if you've got it!
Right away! I've got just the thing for you—and I think you'll all enjoy it.
Ahem! Tonight/Today, I would like to share something personal with you all. Some of you may know that I come from a tradition of oral storytelling, and my people rely not upon the written word.
However, should our voices no longer echo in future generations, I fear our very history runs the risk of extinction. Thus did I commission the scrivener Pameka and traveling artisan Forename with the creation of a book.
This is the story of my people. May it warm your heart like the sun upon the plains.
A thousand thousand dawns ago, in the eastern reaches of Xak Tural, our ancestors lived upon a bountiful land. The soil was rich, and the wind carried with it seeds that flourished into healthy crops.
But one summer, a great serpent of cloud coiled above our lands. Beneath its swollen body fell the rain, so endless that it drowned our crops and threatened to starve our people.
“We must call for the sun!” someone cried. So our people lifted their prayers to the sky, that they might summon the mighty light. But the serpent heard their voices with anger, lashing out with its tail and driving an ever greater deluge down upon them.
With their fields turned to rivers, our people departed in search of the sun. Day after day they walked and walked, bearing their hunger and thirst until they could no longer... It was then they came upon a solitary cactus.
“Chasers of the sun, take me with you—I too seek brighter lands. For your hunger and thirst, I offer my fruit. In return, sow my seeds upon your path and partake of what they yield.”
Our people sowed the seeds, and from them grew more and more cacti, each bearing fruit that gifted them strength.
For a thousand thousand nights, they pressed onward, westward. Planting the cacti and partaking of their fruit.
Finally, they reached a wide, wide land of sunlight. The cacti grew strong and plentiful beneath the golden rays and spoke to our people once more.
“You have our gratitude, children of man. This is the land we long dreamed of. Today, we revel in this radiant paradise. Tomorrow, we shall give up our voices, and live to nourish your progeny forevermore.”
So it was that the cacti spoke the tongue of man no more. Yet our people would continue to care for them and honor them as irreplaceable companions.
It was there, alongside the bright sun and thriving cacti, that our people founded a village and lived in peace and comfort for a thousand thousand tomorrows to come...
In our native tongue, “Tonawawta” means “sunchaser,” but there is no one reason as to why our people are so named.
The story you just heard is but one explanation—a tale passed down through generations in my village. But ask another Tonawawta, and you will hear another story.
I am not here to insist that ours is the definitive tale, but rather to say that in a small corner of this vast continent, there exists a people who believe it to be true.
It is my hope that our stories are remembered by many, and our words carried forward into the future.
...Thank you.
Zemoweni's performance was a great success! The audience seemed to love every moment of it—as did I, of course!
What did you think? That's how we usually do our recitations—whoever has a story to tell stands up there and regales the room.
I caught Pameka on her way out. Seems she can't leave her stall unattended for long. But I assume she's waiting for you there.
Thank you for everything, Forename. I'm sure Pameka's waiting for you back at her stall.
Zemoweni's storytelling prowess is awe-inspiring, isn't it? He set the scene without flaw... I truly felt as though I was journeying along with those cacti!
Words are so peculiar, aren't they? When spoken from the soul, they can convey meaning that extends far beyond their written worth.
My experiences with you and Zemoweni have opened my eyes to the true duty of a scrivener. Going forward, I hope to capture what I hear with more sensitivity and deeper understanding.
It's not a matter of simply writing down words—it's about preserving the spirit with which they are spoken. Just like we did with our books.
My abilities have their limits, however. So for the tales I cannot bind alone...I hope I can count on you, Forename.
Pameka has gained a newfound appreciation for her craft, and she could not be happier with your efforts. She now considers you a Connoisseur of Covers!
Normal-quality items crafted in the course of this quest serve no purpose and cannot be sold. It is recommended that you discard them.
There are doubtless others in Wachumeqimeqi who would welcome the aid of an able artisan. Speak with the other merchants and see how you can help.
You have completed all of the Wachumeqimeqi quests. It seems Ropli has something he would like to ask of you.
Pay him a visit by the market's entrance should you wish to hear him out.