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Lina Mewrilah
Kugane (X:10.4, Y:12.1)
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Lina Mewrilah appears to have been awaiting your arrival for quite some time.

— In-game description


  • The same dialogue will play regardless of whether you talk to Lina or Hurdy on Pier #2.



  • Alma Lexentale has summoned Lina Mewrilah (and you) to the Prima Vista to discuss recent findings concerning the auracite. As before, a word with the shuttle pilot will see you quickly and safely to the Lexentale airship.


Accepting the Quest

Lina Mewrilah: [Forename]! Where in the world have you been? Did you not receive Alma's summons? Principal Lexentale's research into the auracite may finally have borne fruit!

Lina Mewrilah: We must hurry to the Prima Vista before they embark on some grand and perilous adventure without us!

Boarding the Prima Vista

Lina Mewrilah: In her message, Alma mentioned a guest from Sharlayan. Someone your companion Cid Garlond believed might be able to assist the Principal's research. An “archetype,” I think is the term she used.

Shuttle Pilot: If you would follow me to the shuttle, good [sir/lady].

Alma bas Lexentale: [Forename], Lady Mewrilah. Thank you for answering my summons. Master Garlond was kind enough to send for an Archon from Sharlayan, and I thought it only right that you be present to hear her findings.

Cid: To be frank, summoning Mikoto was more Y'shtola's idea. I simply came along to see what light she could shed on this mystery.

  I am Mikoto of House Jinba -- a Doman, though my years in Sharlayan have made me a stranger here. You must be [Player] -- fabled liberator of men. Slayer of false gods. 
  Warrior of Light... I thought you'd be taller.
  Let us speak of the crystal.

Jenomis cen Lexentale: 
  The Otius -- one of but many auracite shards that aided noble Delita's rise to regent.

   My apologies. The Otius is no ordinary crystal, even discounting its obvious historical importance. The specimen is more than a simple manifestation of elementally aspected energies -- it is, rather, an aetherial lodestone whose facilitation of both the absorption and transmission of distinct-frequency NRR-type harmonic vibrations has been observed to promote aetherial amplification.
   The resultant neuro-harmonic disturbance allows for a highly unique emittance of CPRS waves that, instead of radiating outward with a determinate factor of dispersal, instead resonate inward at a frequency so labored, my estimates place the rate of VRT decay at upwards of several centuries... though I must admit I lack sufficient variates to complete a truly comprehensive graphical assessment.

   ...Hmph. While that explanation may elicit admiring nods from your professors at the academy, it will earn you only blank looks here. 
   Take a deep breath and try again -- this time in a language those of us without the Echo might comprehend.

Mikoto: My apologies. I merely thought--

Cid: Apologies will see us no nearer to an answer. A simpler explanation will.

   Simpler... Right... Um... Aether is not only the building block of all things material, but those immaterial as well. Thoughts, memories, feelings, one's very will are all understood to be aetherial phenomena, and can be measured as such. Unlike most crystals, which only can emit elemental energies, auracite is tuned not only to absorb aether, but aether specific to the immaterial. That aether is then stored and multiplied within its crystalline confines until external stimuli precipitate release.

Cid: Try again.

Mikoto: Uh... Ahem. Under appropriate conditions, a strong will or desire can become imprinted upon the auracite and stored until fomentation, at which time the desire becomes manifest--

Ramza bas Lexentale: Fomen... tation?

Cid: What my studious young friend is trying to say is that the Otius takes one's deepest fantasies and makes them reality.

   Ah. Yes. Yes, that is... simpler. You... may choose to think of it as a process akin to that of summoning a primal.
   There being one marked difference -- primal summoning requires a supplemental energy source, such as a hoard of elementally charged crystals. 
   Auracite, on the other hand, has the capacity to serve as its own source of power.

Jenomis cen Lexentale: 
   We know from the Durai Papers that Argath was never king of Ivalice. 
   He was slain in battle during the War of the Lions.

   Yet the Argath encountered during the recent expedition carried himself as if he had been crowned regent. 
   I believe this was merely the auracite in his possession making manif-- uh, realizing his desire to rule.
   I am informed that he uttered the same words over and over again for the duration of the confrontation which unfolded. 
   If that is the case, it is possible that it was not actually Argath who uttered them, but the auracite itself.

  If the Durai Papers are accurate, Argath was a weak and petty noble who believed that his blood entitled him to power. 
  The auracite took that belief and twisted it into the abomination we -- uh, [Forename] put to the sword.

Alma bas Lexentale: Then you are saying the crystal could prove a threat?

Jenomis cen Lexentale:
   The auracite, Alma. And not necessarily. Ramza seemed to fare well enough. 
   There is no record of the young regent being manipulated by the artifacts he gathered.
   In the hands of the just, the auracite should prove harmless, even beneficial!

   To paraphrase: “It is not the weapon that kills, but the one who wields it”? Now where have I heard that before...
   Oh, yes. It was Emperor Galvus's justification for taking the marvels of magitek and applying them to the manufacture of arms. 
   Where, after all, was the harm if it allowed him to "bring order" to the Three Great Continents?

  You draw an intriguing parallel, Master Garlond... 
  The properties of these crystals are so singular, I do begin to wonder if they, like magitek, are products of science and not nature. 
  That they were created by someone to--

Alma bas Lexentale: But who? What manner of person would even be capable of such a feat?

  Now that is an interesting question -- the answer to which I look forward to hearing. 
  Regrettably, I have pressing matters to attend to elsewhere. 
  Fear not, however: Mikoto's insight will prove far more beneficial than anything I might accidentally contribute. Good day to you all.

Lina Mewrilah: 
  What I don't understand is... If the Duma was imprinted with Argath's deepest desires, then whose desires are rattling about inside the Otius?

  I had the selfsame question, and thus conducted a thorough inspection of the crystal upon my arrival. 
  The results were... inconclusive. Traces of aetherial activity were present, but to all intents and purposes, the vessel was empty.

Alma bas Lexentale: Empty? But what of the voices I heard?

Ramza bas Lexentale: Voices? I heard nothing of the sort. The only voices you heard, Alma, were in your stubborn head!

Alma bas Lexentale: Ramza, why won't you--

Ramza bas Lexentale: 
  Shall we speak of "voices," then? What of yours, Alma? Our resident voice of dissent. 
  You have done naught but question the wisdom of our research from the moment we left Garlemald. 
  Would you put your petty worries above our family's calling?

Alma bas Lexentale: No! I would never--

Ramza bas Lexentale: 
  You would never!? Then why involve a gossipmonger, a goody two-shoes, and this... this... flying mole!?

(Stuff happens)
Ramza bas Lexentale: Please tell me you can see that.

Optional Dialogue before Proceeding

Wandering Dramaturge: Ah, a moogle. How quaint.
Company Musician: Is that one of your faeries? No... it couldn't be. We're not over Eorzea. A kami, then! I had no idea they were so... rotund.
Company Thespian: Mayhap we require a ratter.
Company Tragedian: What an entrance! It was as if it appeared out of thin air! Now, can someone tell me exactly what in the world it is?
Company Dancer: 
   Wait, don't tell me! That's a-- It's aaa... A maggle! Yes, Eorzeans breed them for their meat! 
   I read all about it in Eat, Prey, Die -- the Culinarians' Guild publication, you know? They're meant to be delicious!
Company Tragedienne: Well is that not the sweetest thing you've ever seen! You can see him, can't you? It's not just me?
Company Belle: How much fur do you think that creature's hide would yield? Just... hypothetically.
Company Muscle: What does a fur-clad potbelly have on a bronzed chest of rippling thew? (Begins squatting faster) I shall tell you -- absolutely nothing!

Approaching the Moogle

Lina Mewrilah: A moogle! And a decidedly dusty one at that! Might this be one of your acquaintances, [Forename]?

Jenomis cen Lexentale: Most intriguing... Is it alive?

Alma bas Lexentale: It's like nothing I have ever seen before... Can we keep it?

Mikoto: Ah. A moogle. Yes.

Ramza bas Lexentale: Don't just stand there, get rid of the thing! You're the liberator. Liberate this vessel of that pest!

Moogle: Am I interrupting? Oh, please do go on. My acceptance into your fine troupe's ranks can wait until all have said their piece, kupo.

Ramza bas Lexentale: Guards! Get this, this, this--

Montblanc: Montblanc. The name is Montblanc. Denizen of Dalmasca's deserts, seeker of thrills, adventurer extraordinaire. But you may call me Montblanc, kupo.

   Dalmasca has long been known as a melting pot for myriad cultures -- 
   --where minor races such as the Seeq, the Bangaa, and the Viera might live in relative harmony with Hyur, Elezen, and others.
   Yet there is no record of a prominent moogle population.

   Most likely because we are neither prominent nor populous! My people are nomadic by nature, ever drawn to the elusive frontier and the freedom she promises, kupo!

Ramza bas Lexentale: A... moogle?

   Of course I'm a moogle, kupo. You'd think the adorable wings and the fluffy pom would have given it away. 
   Now, about my admission to the Majestic--

Ramza bas Lexentale: 
  I will allow no such thing! The Majestic is the Empire's premier theater company. We will not sully its good name by granting refuge to a fluttering ball of fur!
  And furthermore, how in the world did this abomination board the Prima Vista in the first place!?

Jenomis cen Lexentale:
  By means of his wings, were I to guess. 
  As for his admission to our company, I do not seem to recall race, creed, or allegiance on my list of prerequisites, do you?

Ramza bas Lexentale: ...No, Father.

Jenomis cen Lexentale: 
  Very well, then. Montblanc, what is it exactly that calls you to the stage -- our stage?

  What else? The Zodiac Brave Story, kupo! Never before have I witnessed something so amazing. So moving.
  Sitting -- well, technically hovering there in the audience as the story unfolded around me... I knew I was witnessing something special.
  Something positively transcendental, kupo! It was then that I realized I either had to be a part of it... or go to my grave a bitter and broken moogle.

Hurdy: Was this realization before or after you swore you simply had to become the realm's greatest marauder, kupo!?

Montblanc: Hurdy!? How did you--

  Perhaps you'd have more success at running away if you didn't reveal your grand designs to every other fool you happen to meet, kupo.
  Was it not but two score nights ago you took up the axe, kupo!? 
  Now here you are professing your passion for the stage before carving even a single notch in your haft? 
  Do you not remember, “to he who churns the butter goes the sweetest bread”?

  But how is one to savor said buttered bread if his head is in the belly of a fearsome beast? 
  You accuse me of giving up when I merely came to the realization that continuing would end in failure. 
  Only through a change of course could I reach my final destination, kupo.

  And that destination is what? Mummer? 
  Are you sure it is not geomancer? Arithmetician? Templar? 
  Do not bother answering, kupo -- we all know you'll be singing a different tune come cockcrow!

  That is where you are mistaken, Hurdy. I was destined to be a thespian! I can feel it in my fur. 
  The role of Delita was made for me! Made for me, kupo!

Ramza bas Lexentale: 
  Kupo kupo kupo kupo! Enough!
  The actors in our company trained at the Empire's finest institutes. They represent the pinnacle of the profession not only in Garlemald, but across the entire world.
  A vagrant bat-mole like you could never hope to share a stage with such artists, let alone play the part of a hero like Delita! 
  You yourself admitted you were too craven to face a solitary beast -- how do you imagine you would fare against a pack of theater critics!?
  Any troupe would need proof of valor before it could even consider--

  Craven!? Call me a cheat and call me cur, but do not, sir, call me craven! 
  I accept your challenge: slay but one foul beast by mine own hand, and the Majestic Theater Company will accept me into its ranks, kupo.

Ramza bas Lexentale: Wait, I issued no such─

  You are all here witnesses, kupo! When I return with the head of a terrible beast in my gore-stained hands, you will be honor-bound to welcome me, Montblanc the Mummer, into the fabled ranks of the Majestic! Good day!

Hurdy: Wonderful. What do we do now?

Ramza bas Lexentale: What do we do? We do nothing. If that bat-mole wishes to throw himself on the horns of a stampeding dzo, I will not stand in his way.

Mikoto: I believe the proper term of derogation is “mole-bat,” and I should warn you: moogles do not take kindly to those who use it.

Alma bas Lexentale: Why must you always put yourself above others, Brother? Did you learn nothing from Argath's wretched example?

Hurdy: Montblanc would never have set off on this fool's errand had you not made the challenge. If anything befalls my brother, his blood will be on your hands!

Alma bas Lexentale: [Forename]... You are the only one among us capable of locating Montblanc and preventing disaster. On behalf of my brother, I beg your assistance.

Optional Dialogue before Proceeding

Wandering Dramaturge: Desert moogles, now? I suppose that would explain their current state of dishevelment.
Company Musician: Hm? A “moogle”? Never heard of them. Are you quite certain it's not a kami? Or a yokai, perhaps?
Company Thespian: 
  It took me five summers and ten auditions to earn my place on the Prima Vista. 
  That thing is in for a surprise if it believes the principal will grant it a role on our stage.
Company Tragedian: A moogle? Well, they bear no resemblance to the moogles in our productions. Our poor costumiers will have to start from scratch.
Company Dancer: Not a maggle, you say, but a moogle? Eat, Prey, Die says nothing of moogles. Are they as delicious as maggles?
Company Tragedienne: These moogle creatures are utterly adorable! Do you think he'd mind if I stroked him?
Company Belle: 
  I had always wondered what moogles truly looked like. Something about the costumes we use here always seemed a little... odd.
  The rabbit-like ears, the long limbs, the wispy singlets--
  If I did not know better, I would think our costumier had absolutely no idea what a moogle was...
Company Muscle: 
  Moogles, you say? 
  Pah, I play a moogle in the Zodiac Brave Story, and I can tell you, true moogles are little like those portly vermin hovering before us.
Ramza bas Lexentale: I... I apologize. I must learn to control my anger. But sometimes... it can be difficult.
  Shortly after arriving here, I was presented with a study which suggested that consuming large quantities of honey improved brain function. 
  The results were so compelling that I almost felt moved to try -- until, that is, I saw the work had been commissioned by one of Eorzea's foremost confectioners. 
  It made me long to return to Sharlayan... 
Lina Mewrilah: However did Ramza come to be so thoroughly obnoxious? He and his sister couldn't be more different.
Jenomis cen Lexentale: Moogles are prominent players in Ivalician legend, but none of the tales mention their capacity for flight. Something lost in translation, perhaps?
Alma bas Lexentale: You saw the poor moogle. He won't last a day on his own. You must find him and bring him back! I beg of you!

Speaking with Hurdy

  My brother can be rather... simpleminded when it comes to such matters. 
  Thinking to impress the Warrior of Light and [his/her]] companions, Montblanc would likely choose the scene of your recent exploits to prove his worth -- 
  --meaning Rabanastre, if I am not mistaken.

Lina Mewrilah: 
  Pardon my language, but that Ramza really is an incurable little prick, is he not? How dare he speak to his sister and the moogle in that manner. 
  I couldn't decide which was worse -- the things he said, or the way the principal sat back and let him say them.
  But I suppose it is none of our concern. For now, let us concentrate on the task at hand -- finding that moogle before he does something we'll all regret. 
  What say we start nearby. Pier Two, perhaps?

After Inquiring around Pier #2

Lina Mewrilah: 
  The falcon porter tells us that he set a traveling blacksmith away to Yanxia not a bell past. And why would that be of interest to us, you ask?
  Because said peddler of iron and steel was seen to be carrying a bag stuffed to the brim with, and I quote, "albino mole fur and purple bat wings"!

Hurdy: Montblanc!

Hurdy: ...Not that we look like that, kupo!

Lina Mewrilah: 
  The quickest route into Dalmasca is via the One River and its western tributaries. 
  If Montblanc is bound for Rabanastre, he will seek passage from the Glittering Basin.

Saving Montblanc

Hurdy: Montblanc! What were you thinking!?

Lina Mewrilah: Have you any idea what you put your brother through!? He has been worried sick!

  Both Hurdy and Ramza were right all along. I am a failure. A flop. A flailing flapping foppish failure, kupo. 
  How could I play the part of a hero if I cannot even ruffle the feathers of a single measly bird. 
  The audience would see right through me like the spineless jellyfish I am.

Lina Mewrilah: 
  Now wait, Montblanc. Not everyone can be a hero... not even most heroes! 
  Yes, the bards sing of the man who deals the final blow, but what of his cadre of loyal companions? 
  Do you think Delita united Ivalice on his own? Do you think [Forename] here was alone when [he/she] liberated Ala Mhigo?
Player Response Choices:
 1. You're never alone on the battlefield. 
 2. Not all wars are won on the front lines.
Montblanc: Never alone...? So you're saying you'll always be there for me? For Montblanc?

Hurdy: Uh... I think [he/she] was speaking metaphorically...

Lina Mewrilah: 
   Let us not dwell on the details. The day is saved, and Montblanc has escaped sans scratch or singe to show for it. We should return to the Prima Vista before our luck runs out.

Back to the Prima Vista (Cutscene #2)

Bwagi clarifies his intentions to Jenomis
Jenomis cen Lexentale: Please! This ship is a place of peace!

Ramza bas Lexentale: Release my sister or you will answer to me!

Lina Mewrilah: When the cat's away...

Jenomis cen Lexentale: Put that damnable thing down, Ramza. You're not helping matters!

Bwagi: We have no quarrel with you or yours. We only seek aid in finding our leader, Ba'Gamnan.

Ramza bas Lexentale: You seek our help!? You who threatened to kill my father? Who stole his work and made fools of us all!? Never!

Jenomis cen Lexentale: Silence, Ramza! They have Alma. We will hear what they have to say.

   As I said, we have no quarrel with you. We only did what was necessary to secure an audience. 
   We surrender our weapons and offer your journal as an act of good faith.

(Jenomis pauses for a moment to look at the Bangaa, who after a moment throw down their weapons. Scene eventually fades out and back in)
Jenomis cen Lexentale: ...This is all rather a lot to digest. But your claims do coincide with what we have learned about the auracite.

Gijuk: You're saying that crystal did something to our captain?

Mikoto: After being emptied of Argath's will, the Duma sought that of another to sate its appetite for aether.

Rinok: You're saying that crystal ate our captain!?

Mikoto: Not his body, no. Only his soul.

Rinok: His soul!?

Jenomis cen Lexentale: Tell me... what in your opinion was your leader's deepest desire? What was it that he longed for above all else in the world?

Ramza bas Lexentale: 
  Why waste your breath reasoning with these... these... lizards? 
  They showed themselves for the beasts they are when they put a knife to your throat!
Montblanc: First mole-bats, now lizards? This one's tongue is pure poison.

Bwagi: The boy can call us what he pleases. For our past failings, we deserve no better.

Jenomis cen Lexentale: Your failings?

Bwagi: Thirty summers have come and gone... yet not a night goes by that I do not wake in sweat at the memory.
Rinok: We were fusiliers in the Dalmascan army, stationed in the royal stronghold at Nalbina.

Jenomis cen Lexentale:
  Nalbina Fortress was reputed to be impenetrable. Its fall to the IVth Legion proved a turning point in the imperial campaign, dealing a crushing blow to Dalmascan morale and 
  ultimately marking the beginning of the kingdom's end.

(Scene changes to an image of a Hyuran man and a Bangaa)

  Ba'Gamnan was our captain, and once it was clear the day would not be ours, Prince Rasler, commander of the garrison at Nalbina, tasked him with one final mission.
  Our unit was to escort His Highness's twin sister, the Princess Ashelia, away from the fortress and thence to safety. But... things did not go as planned...

  I still remember the words she uttered as she lay dying in the captain's arms but a stone's throw from where the Garamsythe Waterway drains into the sea. Even as the fog of death descended upon her, she smiled and told us -- the very people who had failed her -- to survive, for as long as even a single Dalmascan stood, our nation would never truly perish.

  But it should not have been us who survived. By failing to protect our charge, we betrayed the princess and her memory, and brought shame upon our race. 
  So yes, we are naught but cold-blooded lizards deserving of whatever scorn you deign to heap on us.

  Hmm... I think we may safely assume a deep-seated hatred towards the invaders of his homeland, coupled with self-loathing born from a sense of powerlessness.
  The darkness that lurks in the heart of Ba'Gamnan is little different from that which drove Argath -- the selfsame emotions that were to nourish the Duma.

(The entire room looks at her)

Bwagi: Stop speaking in riddles, Sharlayan.

Ramza bas Lexentale: She's saying your brave captain will eventually turn into a monster... or rather, more of one.

Gijuk: Garlean lies!

Lina Mewrilah: 
  What they say is true. If we do not find Ba'Gamnan and the Duma soon, none of us are safe, present company included.
  Do you have any idea where he might have gone? Any at all?

Jenomis cen Lexentale: Wait, look at this! Something has been added to the final page of my journal!
Bwagi: Then the captain must have put it there. Only he had access to it -- until we found it in the pack he left behind, that is.

Lina Mewrilah: Is this... Dalmascan?

Montblanc: Indeed it is! It says “Ridorana.”

Rinok: The lighthouse? Why would he write that, and in the old man's journal no less?

  There is a place on the Valnard Sea, far to the south of Rabanastre, where the ocean tumbles into a gaping maw more than a malm across -- the Ridorana Cataract.
  Legend would have us believe that it is the entrance to the Hell of Water.
  Many a scholar seeking to prove otherwise has descended into the chasm -- some even by airship -- but not a one has returned.

Finishing the Quest

Hurdy: Ridorana? If it were up to me, we'd never go near the place. You see, we desert moogles are not -- how would you say -- in our element around water. All right... we cannot swim. Sink like sledgehammers, we do, kupo.

Montblanc: Do I know of Ridorana? Of course I know of Ridorana! Now, have I been there? No. Cannot say that I have, kupo.

Rinok: We Bangaa live long. Any other race would think it a blessing, but to me and mine it is a curse. More summers mean more suffering.

Bwagi: It is all true. My brothers and I were fusiliers to the royal family, and Ba'Gamnan was our captain. We only laid down our flintlocks once we realized our failure.

Gijuk: Ever since laying hands on the Duma, Ba'Gamnan has acted strangely. He began speaking to the stone as if it were Prince Rasler himself. At first, my brothers and I thought it was in jest, but he continued long after he thought us all abed.

Alma bas Lexentale: The Bangaa who took us hostage were once royal fusiliers? Whatever could have driven them to this life of villainy?

Lina Mewrilah: It appears yesterday's enemy is tomorrow's friend... but then, where does that leave us today?

Mikoto: All that I know about Ridorana, I learned during my lessons on Dalmascan geography -- but no mention was made of Ivalician legend. While Principal Jenomis seems convinced of a connection, I believe I shall reserve judgment until more is known.

Ramza bas Lexentale: Tell me, is Ridorana truly as magnificent as they say? ...Hm? You have never been there? And there I was thinking you might have something to contribute.

Jenomis cen Lexentale: I must admit to knowing little of Ridorana save that which Lady Mikoto shared with us. Before we expend valuable time and resources traveling to so remote a place, I must review my notes and see if there is any mention of the abyss. We shall send for you as soon as we learn aught of interest.