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Returning Home
- Quest giver
- Y'shtola
- Location
- Mare Lamentorum (X:9.2, Y:32.8)
- Quest line
Endwalker Main Scenario Quests- Level
- 84
- Experience
475,200- Gil
1,501- Previous quest
Heart of the Matter- Next quest
- Skies Aflame
- Patch
- 6.0
- Links
- EDB GT TC
Main Scenario Progress: 750 / 978 (76.7%)
Endwalker Progress: 52 / 155 (33.5%)
“— In-game description
Rewards
- Unlocks
Steps
- Speak with Thancred at the Nethergate.
- Speak with Lucia at Camp Broken Glass.
- Speak with Krile at the Baldesion Annex.
- Wait at the designated location.
- Speak with Ojika Tsunjika.
Journal
- Your excursion on the moon concluded, Y'shtola is keen to return to Etheirys.
Dialogue
Optional dialogue
Urianger: I need not remind you of the dangers we face, nor the countless lives at stake both in the Source and its reflections. Go with courage, my friend, and pray give the others my regards.
Accepting the quest
Y'shtola: With the Loporrits in Urianger's capable hands, we needn't worry about affairs here in our absence. Y'shtola: Knowing now the face of their “earthly collaborators,” there is much to discuss with Alphinaud and the others. Y'shtola: Let us return to the Tower of Babil. Our battle for the star will soon begin in earnest, and we must be prepared.
Optional dialogue
Y'shtola: I'd forgotten how cold it was here in Garlemald. A testament to the Loporrits' ingenuity that I felt no such discomfort on the moon.
Speak with Thancred at the Nethergate.
Thancred: Gods, I can scarcely believe we went to the moon and back... Thancred: But we'll have time to reflect on that later. Right now, we need to head back to Camp Broken Glass and deliver a thoroughly detailed report to Lucia. Thancred: I'd like very much to know how everyone is getting on here as well. They'd only just begun to treat the tempered prisoners when we left. Y'shtola: I share your curiosity, but warning our allies of the Final Days is of greater importance. Y'shtola: I speak not only of the contingent, of course. The heads of state of every nation must know what we have learned. Y'shtola: We know not when or where or in what manner the Final Days will begin to manifest, and so we must see that everyone is prepared. Thancred: Agreed, though we may wish to stress the importance of discretion, lest the public be sent into a panic. Not that anyone in a position of responsibility should need to be told as much, but it bears repeating. Thancred: Anyway, first things first. To Camp Broken Glass.
Optional dialogue
Maxima: [Forename]? At last, you are returned!
Speak with Lucia at Camp Broken Glass. (Cutscene)
Lucia: It's good to see you all again. No worse for your lunar adventure, I hope. Thancred: We've done what we can for now, and believe me, we intend to tell you all about it. Thancred: But before we do, might you tell us what's become of Garlemald in our absence? Lucia: We succeeded in subduing the tempered inside the Tower of Babil. We took many alive, but combined with those who were already in our custody, the number requiring care has grown exponentially. Lucia: The inclement conditions here have made it difficult ─ if not impossible ─ to treat them all here, and so we have petitioned the aid of the allied nations. Lucia: Some are, understandably, hesitant to proffer assistance, particularly those that were but recently subject to imperial occupation. That said, several others have agreed to grant them refuge for treatment. Lucia: With the assistance of your fellow Scions, we endeavor to see them safely transported and subsequently cured of their tempering. Y'shtola: Will all the tempered be relocated? Lucia: Not all, no. We have sufficient shelter to attend to those whose treatment has begun, and enough healers have volunteered to remain until their patients have recovered. Lucia: Jullus is one such patient, though he is not yet fit to receive visitors. Lucia: Truth be told, it was a miracle he and those in his company were not harmed in the chaos. If not for Alphinaud and Alisaie's timely assistance, I daresay none of them would be with us today. Thancred: In light of recent developments, have the Alliance leaders come to any decisions regarding Garlemald? Lucia: Given the tremendous ramifications of what has happened here, it will take time to determine what must be done. In the meantime, they intend to work with the Eastern alliance to keep a close watch over the provinces. Lucia: We have other news to share: shortly after Anima was defeated, we received reports that each and every tower has vanished. Lucia: For a mercy, the process was apparently not quite as violent as that you experienced in Thavnair. Those who were trapped within them have been rescued and are receiving treatment. To hasten this endeavor, the beast tribes have received instruction in the magicks needed to cure tempering. Y'shtola: Master Matoya is no doubt thrilled the mother porxie affords her so many visitors. Lucia: Yes, we are grateful for her ongoing efforts, as well of those of our comrades near and far. Lucia: As for the contingent, several of our members have been granted leave to return to their homelands after the transfer of tempered has been completed. Maxima: Lucia and I will remain, along with a small force to continue offering aid to those here in Garlemald. Maxima: The Empire may be no more, but there are yet those who call these lands home. Lucia: I believe that accounts for recent events here. So ─ what of the moon and the Telophoroi? Lucia: The Final Days... Gods, I prayed your victory would mark the end of our troubles. Y'shtola: There is still much we do not know, but the Alliance leaders must be told. Would you be willing to contact them in our stead? Lucia: Yes, of course. I will send word forthwith. Lucia: We'll also release your fellow Scions from their present duties, that they may return to Sharlayan. Lucia: Your energies are better spent finding a means to avert the coming apocalypse. Maxima: Speaking of your fellow Scions, you will be happy to hear that Mistress Krile, though still on the mend, has been moved to the Baldesion Annex and given into Tataru's care. Y'shtola: Thank you. I look forward to seeing them both upon our return. Thancred: Let us be on our way, then. Maxima: One last thing, if I may. Maxima: After your confrontation with Zodiark, you said Zenos took his leave, and in all likelihood he has returned here to Garlemald. Maxima: I have a mind to dispatch scouts to try and ascertain his whereabouts, but first wished to ask if you believe there is merit in doing so. What will you say? > If they found him, they would not likely live to tell the tale. Maxima: <sigh> I suppose you're right... Maxima: To dispatch good soldiers in pursuit of such a beast...would be to send them to their deaths. > If you're expecting a trail of destruction to follow, you won't find one. Maxima: Aye. You are the only foe he considers worthy. Maxima: And even if my men found him, who but you could even hope to bring low that monster? Maxima: Pray forget I entertained the notion. > An admirable but futile endeavor. Maxima: Pray forget I entertained the notion. Maxima: While on the subject of Zenos, the Xth Legion has made an official proclamation. Maxima: They denounce the crown prince and condemn his role in the Empire's downfall. Maxima: His very title has become a source of shame among his former subjects, and its continued use serves only to hinder relations with foreign nations. Maxima: For this reason, he has been declared as Zenos viator Galvus, outcast and enemy of Garlemald. Y'shtola: Fandaniel is no more, and now his own people turn against him. It seems he's naught but his bloodlust to keep him company. Maxima: Better that than an army to see it sated. At any rate, I will not keep you longer. I pray you safe passage back to Sharlayan.
Optional dialouge
Maxima: Once my countrymen have recovered, it falls to me to tell them what's become of Zenos and the Empire. Maxima: I realize there is no kindness in withholding the truth, but...it will wound them.
Lucia: Your findings will be relayed to the Alliance leaders word for word. And should we spy anything out of the ordinary here in Garlemald, all shall be informed at once.
Speak with Krile at the Baldesion Annex.
Krile: Welcome back, [Forename]. We were so terribly worried about you. Krile: Though it is plain I have caused my own fair share of worry, and for that, I apologize. Krile: Hydaelyn called to me that day when you entered the Tower of Babil. Her pleas were faint but desperate, and I knew at once She required a vessel to carry out Her will. Krile: What came after feels like a dream barely remembered. My body flowing through the Lifestream toward Garlemald... Krile: When I regained consciousness, I was all aches and frostbite, exhausted of aether. So exhausted, in fact, I could only laugh, for it was in that moment I understood Raha's weariness from the Tower of Zot. Krile: Would that I could laugh at a time like this. Though we prevented Zodiark from being unleashed upon the world, I am curious to know what else took place there on the moon... Krile: Ah, perhaps we should wait for the others to join us before you give your account. Krile: Let us reconvene in the main hall once they've arrived.
Optional dialogue
Tataru: Oh, it's so good to see you! And free from chilblains, I take it? Tataru: You'll be pleased to know everything's been kept in order since you've been away. I even brought a few useful knickknacks with me from back home. Tataru: But no sooner had they arrived than I received word of Krile in poor health, and you on the moon! If you meant to give me a fright, you succeeded.
Krile: For a blessing, I've recovered enough to get out of bed. Even if I hadn't, I could not well miss you recount your exploits on the moon.
Wait at the designated location. (Cutscene)
Alisaie: Sorry to have kept you all waiting. Y'shtola: Not at all. We understand you've been quite busy. Krile: Will Urianger be joining us? Thancred: Duty keeps him away, I'm afraid, though [Forename] can explain why better than I. Alphinaud: The Final Days...as befell Amaurot. G'raha Tia: And we are to escape via the moon? What of the Source and its reflections? Estinien: I've no intention of standing by while the world falls to ruin. Estinien: So, how do we stop this? Y'shtola: Unfortunately, we have no answers at present. Y'shtola: If the celestial currents have grown stagnant, as was the case in the time of Amaurot, the solution would be to alter the flow of aether throughout the entirety of the star. Y'shtola: The ancients accomplished this by summoning Zodiark, sacrificing half the star's population in the doing. But it should go without saying that such a sacrifice must not ─ cannot ─ be repeated. Y'shtola: Which leaves us with the daunting task of identifying the underlying catalyst for the Final Days, a feat which even the Amaurotines could not accomplish. Y'shtola: Unfortunately, we found no clues in Mare Lamentorum. Alphinaud: There is still much we do not know about the catastrophe itself, let alone what may have caused it. Alphinaud: The Final Days were marked by the corruption of the Amaurotines' creation magicks, but we command no such power. Which invites the question: what havoc is in store for us? Alphinaud: If we knew that much, perhaps we could draw some parallel with the events of the past, and thereby form some semblance of a plan. Y'shtola: Perhaps we should start with the Forum, then. Having worked with the Loporrits in secret all this time, there is surely more they can tell us. Tataru: Forgive the interruption, but I've urgent news! Tataru: The Forum is holding a public assembly in the plaza outside. Some sort of announcement! Alisaie: What is Father up to now? Krile: There's only one way to find out.
| Voiced cutscene | Barnier: Order! Order, I say! Barnier: I thank you all for gathering here on such short notice. Barnier: This day we must speak of grave affairs and their implications for the future of Sharlayan ─ nay, of this very star. Barnier: Said affairs concern all citizens, and so we have called for a public assembly. Barnier: You may have heard rumors of the Telophoroi, and the havoc these madmen wreak abroad. Barnier: Under normal circumstances, we would pay little heed to petty disturbances outside our borders. The “Final Days,” however, are another matter altogether... Barnier: ...For we dare not ignore these prophetic words of eld: Barnier: “The end-bearers will come, ushering chaos and calamity. The Final Days descend and devour the very star...” Elezen Man: I've never heard this prophecy. Hyuran Woman: Is it true? Will all that really happen? Barnier: Calm yourselves. The time is come to speak of the Forum's most sacred duties. But first... Outspoken Councilor: Give voice to the voiceless. Let bindings be unbound. By unanimous decree, I declare the enchantment broken! Barnier: Master Leveilleur, if you would. Fourchenault: Very well... Fourchenault: Two hundred and seventy years ago, our forebears began an expedition in the Dravanian hinterlands, in search of a route to access the aetherial sea. Fourchenault: This much is public knowledge. Their findings, however, would become the Forum's most closely guarded secret. Fourchenault: What those researchers discovered in the hinterlands was not a passage unto the aetherial sea, but the very heart of our star ─ and Hydaelyn Herself. Fourchenault: She spoke to them of a calamity that would extinguish all life, and of a means by which we might be spared. Fourchenault: The moon. 'Tis in truth a gargantuan vessel built to serve as sanctuary for Her children and deliver them from this doom. Fourchenault: Much like Nyunkrepf's Hope in ages past, it will bear the people of a world in the throes of death to a new home. Barnier: Needless to say, this would be no small undertaking. To facilitate the great work, the Forum has maintained close contact with the servants of Hydaelyn who presently reside on the moon. Barnier: Convinced that the foretold end was all but inevitable, we began amassing a wealth of knowledge. Not merely for the betterment of our nation, but in preparation for the journey to come. Elezen Man: You reveal this to us now? By the gods, how long do we have!? Barnier: While we cannot say with certainty, we believe the hour to be nigh. We received a transmission from the moon suggesting as much not long ago. Barnier: Which is why we must in earnest begin preparations for the great exodus. Barnier: For his impressive contributions and the leadership he demonstrated during our withdrawal from Dravania, we have elected Master Leveilleur to oversee this initiative. Fourchenault: Fellow scribes and scholars. My countrymen. We face a threat of unprecedented scale. Fourchenault: We must challenge the trials before us with composure and conviction if we are to find salvation. Fourchenault: The wisdom of Sharlayan has ever been a shining beacon in the darkness, and so it shall continue to be. Fourchenault: It is our solemn charge to see our heritage preserved for future generations. For those who will come after, we will brave a new frontier. Barnier: Administrative edicts will be relayed to all major institutions ere long. In the meantime, carry on with your duties. With that, I hereby call this assembly to a close. Alisaie: Do you remember what Mother told us when we visited home? Alisaie: That it wasn't until after we were born that Father seemed to lose himself in his work. Alisaie: If that great work of his was the evacuation of this star, then... Alphinaud: Yes... It wasn't for his benefit... Alphinaud: Would you mind waiting here a moment? I wish to speak with Father before we leave. What will you say? > Take your time. Alphinaud: Thank you. I shan't be long. > Keep it civil, eh? Alphinaud: I may look daggers at him, but I will neither speak nor draw them. Alisaie: If it's all the same to you, I have a few choice words to share with Father as well. Fourchenault: So. Come to call us cowards and bid us join your fruitless battle against the inevitable? Alphinaud: Nay, we do not object to the Forum's proposal. On the contrary, those who wish to flee have every right to do so. Alphinaud: Urianger is cooperating with your associates on the moon to ensure that all is ready should evacuation be our only recourse. Fourchenault: Then whatever your business, I suggest you be brief. Alphinaud: Though we cannot boast the boundless wisdom of Sharlayan, we have firsthand knowledge of foreign cultures, and have conversed with no small number of peoples. Alphinaud: These experiences have taught us fundamental truths that cannot be recorded in any tome, nor charted on any map. Alphinaud: The beating heart of this planet is its people, many of whom would give anything ─ even their lives ─ to protect the lands they love. Alphinaud: Many may choose to join you in the end. But what of those unwilling or unable, for whom escape will never be an option? What would you have them do? Alphinaud: To ignore the plight of those one might conceivably save is not wisdom, Father. It is indolence. Alphinaud: This is why we choose to fight. Alisaie: We'll not ask for your understanding, Father. Only that you don't turn a blind eye to the good we have done. That we can still do. Alisaie: We're not children in need of protection. Hold fast to your principles and let the world burn, if it please, but we believe there is still another way. Alisaie: And if there is, we will find it. You see if we don't. Fourchenault: Do as you will. Just stay out of our way. Y'shtola: Were he not so consumed with self-righteousness, he might tell you how proud he is of you both. Estinien: Bold words call for bold action. And there'll be no turning to your father should plans go awry. Alisaie: As if I ever would. So long as there are those who wish to stay and fight for this star, we have to do what we can to help them. Thancred: And if we're to do that, we'll need to be well rested. Thancred: Wouldn't you agree? Having triumphed over what we once thought to be the source of all evil, I can think of no one in greater need of at least a dozen winks. Alphinaud: Shall we, then? To the annex, to prepare for tomorrow! | Voiced cutscene end |
Speak with Ojika Tsunjika.
Ojika Tsunjika: Krile tells me the Forum made a rather momentous announcement. So there's to be a great exodus, is there? Ojika Tsunjika: I'm reminded of my narrow escape from the Isle of Val. The realization, the running, the mixture of relief and regret after. “Why me?” I asked myself. “Why me?” Ojika Tsunjika: Why us? Why now? Why wonder ─ there's no use fretting over the cosmic morality or lack thereof. We're here, and we'll get through this together. And who knows, maybe my luck will rub off and grant everyone a narrow escape. There's no harm in praying for as much. Ojika Tsunjika: Oh, but enough of my rambling ─ I'm sure you're exhausted. Your chamber awaits!
A visitor has come knocking at your door. Whoever could it be? What will you say? | Voiced cutscenes |
> Alphinaud?
Alphinaud: Ah, I hope I didn't wake you. Alphinaud: I pray you will forgive the unannounced visit, but I wished to speak with you before retiring for the night... Alphinaud: ...About Garlemald, and the time we spent with the people of Tertium. Alphinaud: Dangerous though it was, I'm glad we had the opportunity to treat with Jullus and Quintus. Alphinaud: I was worried what might happen after we were collared. If they attempted to restrain you too. If they succeeded... Alphinaud: Once more I put you in harm's way. And for that I must apologize... Alphinaud: Or rather... I should thank you. For trusting in me, time and time again. Alphinaud: After all our journeys together, I daresay I've used every expression imaginable to convey to you my gratitude. Nevertheless, I hope these words of mine still carry some small weight. Alphinaud: Tomorrow, our fight continues. Mayhap it would have been better to seek you out after we have true cause for celebration. Alphinaud: But having mustered the courage to stand up to Father and achieve a personal victory of sorts, I wanted to carry on in that spirit before my nerves got the better of me. Alphinaud: The hour grows late, and you doubtless tire of my ramblings. Alphinaud: I have a letter for Arenvald to finish, but will be off to bed shortly. Sleep well.
> Alisaie?
Alisaie: Craving a midnight snack, were you? I did consider bringing a few sweets, but decided this wasn't an appropriate occasion. Alisaie: I couldn't sleep. Had a few things on my mind. I know it's late, so I'll try not to talk your ear off. Alisaie: It's Zenos. I keep thinking back to Garlemald, when he'd taken control of your body. Alisaie: An altogether terrifying experience, to say the least. And one that served as a harsh reminder. Alisaie: No one - no matter how strong or quick or clever - is invincible. Not even you. Alisaie: And as much as it might seem at time that you are... one misstep. One mistake... and that's that. Alisaie: Which is why, even though I know you've heard it a thousand times before, I'm going to tell you to take better care of yourself. Because you really, really should. Alisaie: It goes without saying that we're all committed to this fight, but that doesn't mean that we need to throw our lives away. You know how I feel about noble sacrifices. Alisaie: Right - that's settled! We'll be keeping the acts of gratuitous bravado to a minimum. Alisaie: When I look Father in the eye and swore we'd find a way to avert this tragedy... Alisaie: It wasn't a promise just for him. It was a promise for you, too.
> Thancred?
Thancred: Evening.I hoped you hadn't crawled beneath the covers just yet. Thancred: If you'll indulge me for a moment, I have a favor to ask. Thancred: Don't worry. Nothing desperate or dire, if that's what you were wondering. Not yet. Thancred: You know, we may have quite literally entered our final days. The ancients went so far to call it that for a reason. Thancred: If so, then everything we did for Ryne, for the First... will have been meaningless. And I can't accept that. I just can't. Thancred: My mind won't allow for the possibility, and that could be a problem. When we're in the tick of it, I don't know if I've got it in me to be pragmatic this time... even if running's the right choice. The only choice. Thancred: So if you see me turning a blind eye to the harsh reality... beat some sense into me, would you? Thancred: I trust you and the other Scions with my life, and I'd like to think the feeling is at least occasionally mutual. Thancred: And I'd never forgive myself if my stubbornness put them in danger. Thancred: Gods, listen to me. I'm beginning to sound like the father I never had. Thancred: So, can I count on you to keep me in line? I can think of no one else more eminently qualified. Thancred: Excellent! Thancred: Now I can breathe a bit easier. Which isn't to say that I will, given what we're up against. Thancred: Let's keep this little chat our secret. I'd rather not have anyone scolding us for burning the midnight oil.
> Y'shtola?
Y'shtola: You're still awake. Good. Y'shtola: Might I trouble you to stand still for a moment? Y'shtola: Hmmm. Nothing appears out of the ordinary. Y'shtola: A precautionary measure. You will recall that serving as a vessel for abundant Light in the First very nearly ended poorly. Y'shtola: In your recent battle on the moon, you were certainly exposed to similar, if not greater forces. Fortunately, from what I can see, you and your aether are none the worse for wear. Y'shtola: Would that Ryne were here to confirm my assessment... Y'shtola: To think you actually found yourself in a direct confrontation with Zodiark... Y'shtola: As if Zenos gallivanting about in your body was not misfortune enoguh. Did you so grossly offend every single deity in a past life that they saw fit to place a curse upon your soul? Y'shtola: Forgive me, that was in poor taste. I recall vividly how battered and broken it was in the depths of Amaurot. Y'shtola: Would that you could have seen it with your own eyes. Mayhap then you would understand why the greater part of me is glad you did not. It was... a horror beyond description. Y'shtola: Promise me you will be careful. That you will seek my counsel if you feel unwell. Y'shtola: That puts my heart as ease, if only a touch. I suspect it will grow colder as the night wears on, so do be sure to stay warm. Y'shtola: Sleep well, and may the shadows keep you.
> G'raha Tia?
G'raha Tia: Oh apologies, I-I didn't mean to... Ahem. If you could spare a moment before bed... G'raha Tia: Thank you, I fear this may be the last quiet night we have to talk for quite some time. G'raha Tia: I am... troubled, of late. Unwarranted concerns, perhaps. I hope. Nevertheless, I feel compelled to share them with you. G'raha Tia: Though you have bested your enemies thus far - Zenos, and even Zodiark - your victories have come at a considerable cost to yourself. G'raha Tia: No one is without their limits - and you are no exception. I worry the added weight of the Final Days will prove more than you can bear. G'raha Tia: It is surely too much for any one woman/man... G'raha Tia: But you needn't bear it alone. Let me share your burden. G'raha Tia: My, um... carrying capacity pales in comparison to yours, but I could still help. Shoulder the occasional satchel from your ever-growing mountain of, um... baggage. G'raha Tia: You have already done so much to help relieve me of mine own encumbrances. 'Tis only fair that I repay you in kind. G'raha Tia: Of course, it needn't be only troubles we share. G'raha Tia: Moments of joy may seem few and far between now, but there will come a time when we look back fondly on this journey. G'raha Tia: The inquiry at the Forum, our march through the snows of Garlemald, our impromptu dinner in this very room - all of it. G'raha Tia: And that is to say nothing of the journeys yet to come. To the ends of the world and beyond! G'raha Tia: Ahem. But tomorrow will be no less busy than today, and I have kept you from your rest long enough. G'raha Tia: Sleep well, my friend.
> Estinien?
Estinien: You're alone... Good. Estinien: The twins thought now would be a wonderful time to pay a visit to my chambers. Rather than listen to them bicker over tonight's snacks and tomorrow's plans, I seized the first opportunity to make my escape. Estinien: To their credit, they decided against intruding on your peace and quiet. Estinien: It can all be a bit...exhausting at times, can't it? Estinien: I wasn't sure what to make of you at first. During the Dragonsong War, how quick you were to take up a cause not your own. But I came to see that is simply the way of you and yours. Estinien: I will not pretend to understand this talk of ancient primals and the Final Days. Estinien: But I trust in your judgment and choose to believe in your cause. You and Alphinaud have my lance. Now and always. Estinien: You will need it, wrack and ruin looming on the horizon. Calamity bearing down upon us. Estinien: There's no place I'd rather be than here. Standing shoulder to shoulder with friends on the front line. Estinien: So do not hesitate to send me against your enemies. I'll make them rue the day they met me. Estinien: Now, if you'll excuse me. I could do with a little air. Estinien: If Alphinaud asks... I was never here. Estinien: Until the morrow.
A short while earlier, in the Ala Mhigan Quarter...
Ala Mhigan Woman: Thank the gods that tower is gone. The sight of it was enough to make me sick... Ala Mhigan Merchant: Thank the Ilsabard contingent, more like. Word is they fought their way into Garlemald and toppled the bloody thing themselves. Not just the one, neither ─ all the towers have up and vanished. Ala Mhigan Woman: Aye, I heard the same. Commander Aldynn and his troops helped keep casualties to a minimum, too. Ala Mhigan Woman: But is it true they brought back tempered Garlean soldiers? Ala Mhigan Merchant: As Commander Aldynn tells it, they've a treatment for that now. But don't you worry ─ cured or not, they've no plans to bring them into the city proper. Ala Mhigan Woman: I see. Well, that's a relief, then. Ala Mhigan Woman: I know we've brothers and sisters among the lot, but I can't say I'm eager to welcome them home... Ala Mhigan Merchant: Won't need to think about it for a while yet. They're to be looked after in Ala Gannha for the time being...
Meanwhile, in Ishgard...
Erenville: Another day, another commission of paramount importance... Erenville: Hm? Well, what have we here...? Erenville: Hey! Are you all right? Erenville: Was that...? No. The shadows play tricks. Nothing more. Erenville: The towers are gone, and the Garlean threat has abated. And yet... Erenville: Why does it feel as though it's about to get much, much worse...?