Hard Country
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Hard Country
- Quest giver
- Griseldis
- Location
- The Peaks (X:23.1, Y:7.1)
- Quest line
Stormblood Main Scenario Quests- Level
- 60
- Required items
1 Chapuli Horn
1 Hornbill Claws- Experience
100,000- Gil
583- Previous quest
The Prodigal Daughter- Next quest
- A Life More Ordinary
- Patch
- 4.0
- Links
- EDB GT TC
Main Scenario Progress: 387 / 987 (39.2%)
Stormblood Progress: 8 / 162 (4.9%)
“Griseldis is here, but her mind is elsewhere...
— In-game description
Steps
- Slay a Gyr Abanian Hornbill for one of its talons.
Journal
- Griseldis is here, but her mind is elsewhere...
Dialogue
Accepting the quest
You'd best keep your distance, if you know what's good for you. Say your piece and move on.
Looking for folks down on their luck? Congratulations, you've found one. As you can see, my leg ain't what it used to be. Some days I can hardly walk for the pain.
Mornings are the worst, especially after cold nights. Hard labor's right out—too much pain and trouble for others.
There's a tea what helps with it, though...I'd need to grind a chapuli horn and a hornbill talon for the blend...
Eh? You'll go and get some for me, just like that? You needn't trouble yourself so...
Optional dialogue
...I've no expectations of aid, mind, but if you happen to pass through the Last Forest and stumble into some chapulis and hornbills...
Deliver the horn and claws to Griseldis
You've been gone a while. What brings you back to Ala Gannha?
The player hands over the chapuli horn and hornbill talon.
Oh, I never meant to... I mean, in times like these, you never think people will actually...
This country's hard on people, but it's not just that. The imperials, they....they've made it known I'm not to be helped. A dead man's good for one lesson, you know, whereas a live one...
You're with the Resistance, right? I suppose there's no reason not to tell you then.
My father, gods rest his soul, was deathly sick at the time, and so I'd gone out into the forest, spear in hand, to gather herbs. And then I had the good fortune to run into an imperial patrol.
My weapon marked me as a rebel, or so they said. Not that it'd've made a difference if I'd fought back. I knew what the lot of them were about the moment that centurion laid eyes on me...
Didn't matter in the end, of course. Some people just like to hurt others. And by the time I limped back to the hut, it was too late for my father.
Too late for me too, aye, and many others I imagine. Help them too if you like—they'll be grateful and say thank you. But beyond that, I wouldn't hope for much.
