Bird's-eye View
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Bird's-eye View
- Quest giver
- Gegeruju
- Location
- Eastern La Noscea (X:33.8, Y:30.5)
- Level
- 33
- Experience
3,570- Gil
0- Previous quest
The Wind, It Passes- Patch
- 2.0
“— In-game description
Rewards
- Choose one of the following options:
Steps
- Speak with the belligerent poacher.
- Place bouquets of Oschon roselles in the specified spot.
- Speak with the belligerent poacher.
- Report to Master Gegeruju.
Journal
- Ever capricious, Master Gegeruju demands to know how his colibri are faring.
- It seems poachers are luring the colibri northward with fed. Speak with them, but beware, for they bear you little love.
- The poachers say they are well within their rights to hunt the birds. Place the roselles in the specified spot to lure the colibri back.
- You have placed the flowers in the specified spot. Speak with the angry poachers again.
- Costa del Sol, jewel of the coast-- and once a pioneer town built by the selfsame men now reduced to poaching colibri. Report the discovery to Master Gegeruju.
- The clash over the colibri is over. Both sides have their story, and each are convinced of the other's baseness. You are of course simply the messenger-- or have you unknowingly chosen a side?
Dialogue
Accepting the Quest
Gegeruju: You see all those wild colibri? Not one of them was originally here—though the alchemical question of where here is, that's something we can munch many almonds over. 'Twas I that bred, fed, and released the birds. Gegeruju: So of course, they are still mine. Or, if they belong to themselves, certainly no one else owns them. At least not more than I own them. Where was I? Oh yes, my colibri are being poached! Gegeruju: The miscreants hang just outside the boundary of Costa del Sol—sly, sly—and entice the colibri with feed. They should not be doing such a thing, such an ungentlemanly thing. Won't you parley with them? Gegeruju: And if you can't talk sense to them, we'll just have to lure the birds back using these flowers. My colibri love roselle nectar, I happen to know. Why? Because I bred them and fed them!
Speaking with the Pitiless Poacher
Pitiless Poacher: Back off, this is Bloodshore. We're not in Costa del Sol, and that means we don't have to live by your master's say-so. Pitiless Poacher: Yeah, Bloodshore's not a part of his little fiefdom! We're free folk here, not bought 'n' paid for like the lot in Costa.
<after placing a rose trail>
Pitiless Poacher: Damn that Gegeruju... He thinks he can buy everything. We built Costa del Sol by the sweat of our brows, did he tell you that? I know every cobble of the streets, laid 'bout half of them myself. It was a pioneer town, a good town. Pitiless Poacher: Then that moneybags swooped in and took it all. Stay as a lackey or leave as a free man, those were the pickings. Then he took the beach—no more fishing without his say-so. And now he takes the colibri.
(optional) Pitiless Poacher: He leaves us nothing. We came out here with a bit, built a town, and now we have nothing. Know why the poor get poorer? It's because the rich get a notion to get richer. Every time Gegeruju gets that notion, he sends out someone like you to take another thing away from us.
Reporting to Master Gegeruju
Gegeruju: Ha, that settles their hash. And now, they have yet another bone to pick with me. The Twelve know I have many a skeleton in my closet—don't read too much into that, m'dear—but those settlers have quite the ossuary! Gegeruju: Costa del Sol was Admiral Merlwyb's hobby-horse. She had an idea to settle this area and so brought a number of folk on indenture. The terms were very generous. Hardly anyone died, a credit to her leadership. Gegeruju: Yes, very creditable. But she had no head for business—kept trying to farm this salty land. I stepped in and saved her from ruin. You see Costa del Sol now, a jewel of commerce and culture, but I assure you it was not thus when I purchased it. Gegeruju: Many of the settlers have stayed and prospered! Why, a good third of my household was once raw pioneer. But, some people are like figs—they want to stay the same. Tiresome, I say. They've no one to blame but themselves.