Tresses in Distress

Tresses in Distress

Quest giver

Helmhart

Location

Eastern Thanalan (X:20.1, Y:21.4)

Level

41

Experience

 5,500

Gil

 1,993

Previous quest

Hair Club for Hyur

Patch

2.0

“

Helmhart has it in his head that you are his mane man, and returns to you with an even more hair-raising request.

— In-game description

Steps

• Drain a golden fleece of its blood.

• Give the blood to Helmhart.

• Apply hair tonic to Helmhart's head.

Journal

• Helmhart has it in his head that you are his mane man, and returns to you with an even more hair-raising request.

• Helmhart's malady has taken a turn for the worse, and he begins girding his loins for what may well be the final battle. Stalk a golden fleece around Burning Wall, and obtain five vials of snurble blood.

• You have drained the blood from your vanquished prey. Rush the crimson cargo to Helmhart while he still has the strength to make use of it.

• Seizing the fresh snurble blood, Helmhart concocts a tonic even more noxious than the previous one. Apply a generous amount and think of Eorzea.

• You have fulfilled your duties with admirable stolidity. While Helmhart's ecstatic cries indicate a certain kind of efficacy, you fear that like the tide, his receding hairline waits for no man.

Dialogue

Accepting the Quest

Helmhart: Oh no, no, no, nooo! It's not working—my jaded scalp turns its nose up at the phurble potation!
Helmhart: You! You're that trusty adventurer, [Forename]! I need you to fetch something with all haste!
Helmhart: Time is short and the comb is a cruel mistress. Long have I feared this day would come...but I am ready! The phurble tonic is dead; long live the snurble tonic!
Helmhart: You know where to get snurble blood, don't you?
...Snurbles, you say? Wrong! You get snurble blood from golden fleece! Don't think about it—just go to the Burning Wall and kill five!

Giving the blood to Hemhart

Helmhart: Is this...the end? I thought we would always have each other, my hair and I...
<Hand Over Snurble Blood>
Helmhart: Snurble blood! You, sir/miss, are a lifesaver. Now, for the tonic. Uncorks the sea pickles—mind the effluvia—and a widdle of this, a pizzle of that...and there!
Helmhart: Don't stand on ceremony, tick-tock, tic-tock! Put your back into it and work my scalp!

Applying the snurble tonic to Helmhart's head

Helmhart: Ooh! Ahhh! Feel that, my precious tresses? Papa's coming to save yoouuu!
Helmhart: Once again, I am in your debt. Now that we know each other better, I can reveal the truth: this hair keeps me alive. I feel a great enervation of spirit whenever a strand is left on my comb. Surely, that is proof enough!