Anaoc

Anaoc

Gender

Male ♂

Race

Hyur (Midlander)

Profession

Farmer, Overseer of Red Rooster Stead

Zone

Lower La Noscea (32.4, 19.9)

Organization

Limsa Lominsa

Relatives

Ancreta (granddaughter)

Services

Quest NPC

Patch

2.0

“

Welcome to the Red Rooster Stead. What can I do for ye?

— In-game description

Anaoc is a Hyur found in Lower La Noscea. He is the overseer of Red Rooster Stead.

Quests Started

Quest	Type	Level	Quest Giver
Wool's Errand		6	Anaoc
Bait and Swat		9	Anaoc

Quests Involved In

Quest	Type	Level	Quest Giver
Cry Me a Liver		5	Ancreta
Kobolds and Indigents		9	Skarnmhar

Dialogue

Anaoc: Ah, a true friend to the Stead returns. I shudder to think of where I'd be today without ye.

What do you do here?

Anaoc: Yes, life in the fields carries on. There are the good days and the bad, but ye'll not see me grumbling—no, not when there's work to be done. The threat of the occasional kobold raid remains, but fear's not going to keep this old farmer from working this land to the fullest. As long as there are bountiful harvests to be had, there's no place I'd rather be. If I can live out the rest of my days here, I'll die a happy man.

What kind of place is this?

Anaoc: I reckon you know your way 'round the Stead near well as I do, but if ye'd hear our tale, I'm happy to oblige. Here at the Red Rooster Stead, we don't shy away from giving the latest farming methods a try. And you can see the results just by taking a look around. The crops are bountiful, and we've had to add pens for the extra livestock. The Admiral herself has praised the Stead as the perfect example of her new settlement initiative. If I were to find flaws, it would have to be with our lack of security. Time was that the local pirates would look out for an old farmer like me, but now their whole way of life has been outlawed.

Bait and Swat

Anaoc: You've seen with your own eyes how the kobolds have taken up arms against us. The mines of O'Ghomoro aren't enough for the native nuisances of northern Vylbrand anymore. They've come to claim what is ours. Long ago, our war-weary forebears struck a shortsighted peace with the kobolds: what lay beneath the sea was to be Limsa's, what lay underground was O'Ghomoro's. Yet what resolved one conflict created another, as the sea cannot fully feed, clothe, and shelter the children of land. Realizing this, the kobolds tacitly condoned the Lominsan settlement of La Noscea. We shared an unspoken agreement. But now, the kobolds aggressively assert their dominion, threatening our very survival. Adherence to a pact is meaningless if it means our demise. It comes time for us to take a stand. Seek the wisdom of Arenlona to learn how.
Anaoc: Ingenious. We'll trap the hungry kobolds as one would any rodent. And I know just the bait to set. Tell Skarnmhar to set aside some dodo meat from our next shipment. Set a bit of that in Blind Iron Mines and the little gluttons won't be able to resist.

Anaoc: Haha, you've done it! I expected no less. I don't know what we'd have done without you...which makes me wonder what we will do once you've gone. I was hoping you might visit the Drowning Wench and speak with Baderon. It is no secret the Yellowjackets pay him heed. Mayhap he would put in a word, so that the Stead might procure their protection.

Cry Me a Liver

Anaoc: I swear, this is the last time I send that granddaughter of mine to fetch rivertoad livers! Why, these are the livers I asked for! <sigh> I should've known better. Ancreta has been dainty since she was a wee lass. I regret any trouble we've caused you. I heard that the New Worlders use fish livers as fertilizer, and so I thought I would give toad livers a try. A farmer can't be afraid to try new things. Nay, he must grow his knowledge as he grows his crops. That's how this farm grew to be what it is. You'd do well to stick around and see.

Kobolds and Indigents

Anaoc: So the kobolds are at it again... Not content with their own territory, the creatures have been pouring forth from their subterranean dwellings to wreak havoc on Lominsan land. But we won't stand for it─our livelihoods are at stake. Alas, with neither side willing to give any ground, I fear there may be no peaceful resolution.

Wool's Errand

Anaoc: I hope you don't feel sheepish about hauling a wee bit of wool. The flock's fleece is shorn and scoured, and the sack is all set to sail. Normally, the manic miller up north takes it and felts it for us. But it seems the only wool his courier's tending to today is his blanket, the lackadaisical loafer. So, I hoped you might see to it the sack of fleece down by the flock's pen reaches the miller─Weitzaren is his name.