High Society
High Society
- Quest giver
- Reyner Hansred
- Location
- Limsa Lominsa Upper Decks (X:11.1, Y:6.0)
- Quest line
- Seventh Umbral Era
- Level
- 14
- Required items
- 1
Raxa-lined Box - Experience
5,520- Gil
230- Previous quest
Feint and Strike- Next quest
- A Mizzenmast Repast
- Patch
- 2.0
- Links
- EDB GT
“Commodore Reyner wishes to speak with you regarding the forthcoming banquet.
— In-game description
Rewards
Steps
- Speak with Baderon at the Drowning Wench.
- Collect a package from J'nasshym at the Octant.
- Show the raxa-lined box to Baderon.
Journal
- Commodore Reyner wishes to speak with you regarding the forthcoming banquet.
- The commodore has suggested that you ask Baderon to advise you on where to acquire suitable attire for the banquet. Head to the Drowning Wench and see what her well-connected proprietor has to say.
- It seems that your garb lacks the refinement expected of the guest of honor of a state banquet. Baderon tells you to visit J'nasshym at the Octant, and collect a “gentlemanly”/“ladylike” addition to your wardrobe.
- J'nasshym has entrusted you with a raxa-lined box containing your “gentlemanly”/“ladylike” apparel. Return to the Drowning Wench and show the package to Baderon.
- After handing the box over to Baderon, you discover that it holds a pair of expensive dress shoes. The Wench's proprietor explains that the footwear is a gift from him, and from all the people you have aided on your travels. Speak with Baderon again when you are ready to attend the banquet.
Dialogue
Reyner
I am not sure you understand just how unusual it is for the Admiral to invite an adventurer to a state banquet.
It is a highly coveted honor. Why, even the officers under her direct command are rarely afforded such recognition!
But I will not deny you have earned it. Many of the tasks you have performed in service to the thalassocracy have been both difficult and dangerous.
This is a reward for all of your efforts─a nod to your many achievements, both large and small.
Has the enormity of this moment yet to sink in? Perchance you will realize its significance when you stand before the assembled dignitaries of Limsa Lominsa! ...And now that I have imagined the scene, I realize that you will require attire suitable for the occasion.
I suggest you visit the Wench and see what Baderon can arrange. He is surprisingly knowledgeable about such things.
Baderon
Well, well...if it ain't Merlwyb's guest of 'onor! 'Obnobbin' with the 'igh an' mighty, now, is it?
I tell ye, lass/lad, I damn near snorted ale out me nose when I 'eard the news. Ye've come a long bloody way, you 'ave, an' that's the truth.
Well, one thing's fer sure─ye'll not want fer decent grub. These banquets are catered by the bleedin' Bismarck, no less.
'Tis a grand chance to fill yer belly to burstin' with fine an'─more importantly─free food.
But we can't have ye turnin' up in yer shite-caked 'venturin' gear.
No, the 'ero o' the hour needs to 'ave a touch o' refinement about 'er'/im─if only to stop folk complainin' when she/'e stuffs 'er'/is face with cake. Take yerself over to the Octant an' speak to J'nasshym o' the Brugaire Consortium. She'll furnish ye with summat ladylike/gentlemanly to wear.
I've already 'ad a word with 'er, so all ye need do is pick up the goods, then bring 'em back 'ere, so as I can tell ye what's what.
Jnasshym
Good evening/morning/day, miss/sir. I assume you're the underdressed “lady”/“gentleman” Baderon mentioned?
<sniff> I see he was not exaggerating...
Ahem. I've chosen these especially for your debut in polite society. Fear not, I'm certain you will absolutely adore them.
Baderon
Been to see J'nasshym, 'ave ye? Let's 'ave that box, then.
'Ere we go...a nice pair o' dress shoes fer ye.
A lass/bloke mightn't 'ave much else to 'er'/is name, but so long as she's/'e's got a decent pair o' shoes on 'er'/is feet, there ain't nowhere she/'e can't go.
Think of 'em as a gift from me an' all the other folk ye've done right by along the way.
Aye, aye...'tis a very movin' gesture, I know. Just don't go wellin' up on me, eh? Wouldn't do fer Limsa's new 'ero to turn up at the banquet soaked in 'er/'is own tears an' snot. Anyroad, that's yer garb sorted. Now, ye just need to settle yer nerves. Tell me when yer ready, an' I'll tell ye where yer meant to go.