The Great Gladiator
The Great Gladiator
- Quest giver
- Zazarikku
- Location
- Ul'dah - Steps of Thal (X:9.4, Y:11.8)
- Level
- 1
- Experience
50- Gil
0- Patch
- 2.0
“Zazarikku needs an adventurer to pick up an order from the Goldsmiths' Guild
— In-game description
Rewards
Steps
- Present the receipt of purchase to Jemime.
- Speak with Crooked Haft.
Journal
- Zazariku needs an adventurer to pick up an order from the Goldsmiths' Guild
- In order to make a dazzling Coliseum debut, Zazarikku needs to look his best. Present his receipt of purchase to Jemime at the Goldsmiths' Guild and collect his circlet.
- Jemime explains that the circlet is not yet ready because the guild ran out of garnets. She asks you to explain the situation to Crooked Haft at the Miners' Guild so that he may expedite his next shipment of garnets.
- Crooked Haft scoffs at the gladiator's obsession with style, but agrees to do his best to ensure the Goldsmiths' Guild receives the necessary garnets.
Dialogue
Accepting the Quest
Zazarikku: Have you come to wish me luck? I appreciate the thought, but there's no need to worry.
Zazarikku: What!? You don't know who I am!? The next biggest thing that's coming to the Coliseum!?
Zazarikku: Zazarikku is my name, and you'll be hearing all about my exploits in the coming days. I've even thought of a title for myself: the Garnet Gladiator!
Zazarikku: Ah, which reminds me─I have yet to collect the circlet I commissioned from the Goldsmiths' Guild. You wouldn't mind picking it up for me, would you?
Presenting the receipt of purchase to Jemime:
Jemime: Zazarikku's circlet? Just a moment, sir/[INSERT GENDER].
Jemime: Oh dear, this is so embarrassing. I am afraid crafting the circlet to Zazarikku's exact specifications has proven somewhat difficult.
Jemime: We ran out of garnets halfway through our work, and we are still waiting on the next shipment.
Jemime: I hate to impose, but would you explain the situation to Crooked Haft at the Miners' Guild? My records indicate that he was supposed to deliver the gemstones yesterday. Mayhap it slipped his mind?
Speaking with Crooked Haft:
Crooked Haft: I've a mind to drain a pint, so hurry up an' speak yer business.
Crooked Haft: ...She wants how many bloody garnets!? Seven hells, man, they don't grow on trees!
Crooked Haft: But more than that, this lad what fancies himself the next Franz the Fair ought to worry less about style an' more about swordplay!
Crooked Haft: Anyroad, I'll do my part to ensure the little bastard gets bedecked in all the godsdamned garnets he can afford. And if he dies in his first fight, well, at least he'll leave a pretty corpse.
