Good for What Ales You
Good for What Ales You
- Quest giver
- Dodozan
- Location
- Limsa Lominsa Lower Decks (X:7.5, Y:12.3)
- Level
- 14
- Experience
1,035- Gil
0- Previous quest
Renewing the CovenantA Mizzenmast RepastA Royal Reception- Patch
- 2.2
“There is a hectic flush of panic on Dodozan's face as he looks wildly about Hawkers' Round.
— In-game description
Rewards
- Unlocks
Steps
- Speak with people around Fisherman's Bottom.
- Speak with the young Executioner on The Astalicia.
- Deliver the payment to Dodozan.
Journal
- There is a hectic flush of panic on Dodozan's face as he looks wildly about Hawkers' Round.
- Dodozan has been trading with pirates, and some miscreant has made off with a cask of ale meant for the Bloody Executioners. surely, someone at Fisherman's Bottom has seen something.
- Your inquiries have garnered answers, and you have learned that the cask of ale may have ended up exactly where it was supposed to, after all—with the Bloody Executioners aboard their ship, The Astalicia. It might be best to head off in that direction to cofirm whether the customer was indeed the thief.
- It turns out that one of the underling pirates had more thirst than sense, and so brings down his captain's wrath upon him. The good captain would have you courier the payment to Dodozan.
- Dodozan is pleased to see the money and even more pleased that a watery demise will not be an item on his personal ledger this day. Moenskaet is correct, after all; it takes cods to trade with folk who have a long keel.
Dialogue
Dodozan: Oh my, oh dear. My cask of ale is gone, and it had to be the one ordered by someone who doesn't brook tardiness!
Dodozan: I would bring the matter to the Maelstrom, or perhaps seek help from the Yellowjackets...but my client would likely frown on involving anyone...official.
Dodozan: An adventurer such as yourself, though, would be capable of doing a little unofficial investigating. Will you find the stolen ale for me? It was right outside Fisherman's Bottom. Someone surely saw something.
Dodozan: What's that? You would have the client's name? Oh, none of that. Discretion creates opportunities. Now do go to Fisherman's Bottom and make your inquiries before this cold of mine grows worse! <cough> (The Bloody Executioners!) <cough>
Affable Angler: After a cask? Well, can't rightly say if it's your cask, but there was a big fella come by recently carrying one.
Affable Angler: He asked me if I had smoked mackies what would go down nice with ale. 'Tain't the only thing I know, neither; the louse wore black, and you know what that means: the Bloody Executioners!
Affable Angler: Already said more'n I should. If it's some business with the Bloody Executioners, best leave it alone.
Preoccupied Porter: Lookin' for Dodozan's cask of ale, eh? Aye, I'll help you. Dodozan ain't a bad sort, for a swivin' trader. There was a toper come askin' after the cask. Wanted to know if it was ale, the poxy fool.
Preoccupied Porter: Reeked of rum and puke, that one. Not no kind of workin' man, and you know what that means 'round these parts.
Small-boned Seller: Did I see someone walk off with a cask of ale? Why, sure, it was during the afternoon off-loading.
Small-boned Seller: Fella didn't look like a thief, though. Hoisted the cask and walked right on over to the Astalicia.
Small-boned Seller: I have to admit, the whole thing looked aboveboard. All out in the open. The fella wasn't acting like any kind of thief I've seen.
Young Executioner: What're ye...what're you looking at? This is a─hic─dance do...dua...duel! A dance duel. Mush more important than anythin' you got. Mush, mush more!
Moenskaet: Ye may be able to scamper up the rigging to the crow's nest, but can ye get down? Not for a siren's teat, ye great clodhopper!
Executioner Deckhand: Beggin' pardon, Cap'n, but there ain't no Miqo'te alive heavier on her feet than a great galootin' Roegadyn such as yourself!
Young Executioner: Hahaha! Well said, Cap'n! And well retorted, ye bloody Sun Seeker! Or was you a Moon Keeper...? What other lands they got there? Bah, who even cares, am I right!?
Young Executioner: ...Who are you, anyway? There was a whole passel of you afore, but now there'sh only one. That's a miser's trick, it is.
Young Executioner: Ungh... Nope, nothin' worshe than a miser. This whoreson what was a Madrigal...er...Admiral... What was his name? He didn't like no drinkin' nor dancin'. Bad for...hic...corals. Corals? Can't be right...
Young Executioner: Corals! Hah, 'course you're right there, laddie/[GENDER]! Should never doubt meself. Anywaysh, thish Madrigal─I'll call him Madrigal Pinchfist─passed decrees like they was farts. He decreed no dancin' “within a hand's reach of spirits.”
Young Executioner: But no Madrigal's smarter than a sailin' man─we just stopped reachin' with our hands altogether! Hah! We invent...invenitated step dancin'. That showed Madrigal Pinchfist and his corals!
Young Executioner: Haha, aye, that'sh right, fella/[GENDER]! Gets me all fired up, too. Makesh you think, like. Oho, I know! You want to dance! All thish time, I jus' thought you was bein' churlish, but─
Young Executioner: No, no, no! I insist. Dance first, talk later. That'sh the way of it!
Young Executioner: Why, you cagey sea fox! Dance like sailin' folk, you do. Hic, could swear there was three of you...or was I jus'...? Never mind, you'sh practically a brother/sister now! You ask me anythin'!
Young Executioner: A cashk of Dodozan's ale? Carried it off from Fisherman's Bottom my very own self, I did!
Young Executioner: Hads to, matter o' fact. We'd already drunk all we had aboard!
Young Executioner: 'Course Dodozan's gettin' paid for it...someday. Don't make a differenshe if he frets a night or two, heh!
Moenskaet: Why, ye reprobate whoreson! That's the tale o' that cask ye lugged in?
Moenskaet: >> Blackguard! Ye dare call yerself a Bloody Executioner, all hugger-mugger 'bout what belongs to who? Dodozan has the cods not to mewl about the colors we wear, and ye play him for a fool? <<
Young Executioner: I... I'm sorry, Cap'n! W-Wasn't thinking it through. Gots to fix that, I do... It'sh what they call a coral failin'...
Moenskaet: <sigh> Adventurer, I beg pardon for my man. I swear, Llymlaen mistook him for an oyster and gave him grit for brains when She made him.
Moenskaet: Since yer already here, how 'bout you square our account with Dodozan, take this payment to him? We'd be much obliged.
Moenskaet: You danced with us an' all, so I'm trusting the gil won't inspire any moral failings in ye. That's some long keel on the Astalicia, if ye take my meaning.
Dodozan: There you are, and not a moment too soon. Did you find my ale?
Dodozan: Huh... Well, that's the price I was to receive, but where did you get it?
Dodozan: Oh, from the Bloody─er, I mean, from the clients themselves? I see. Yes, there's always some blustery young fellow like that. Hasn't earned his swallows or stars yet, I'll wager.
Dodozan: Cods, you say? Captain Moenskaet is kind to say so, I'm sure, but I hail from Ul'dah. We trade with anyone if they've gil to pay. Pirates, princes...they're all the same to me.
Dodozan: And if I know these particular pirates─and I do─they'll be wanting another cask soon to drink away this little fracas. Many thanks, adventurer!