When Death Comes to Dinner
Jump to navigation
Jump to search
When Death Comes to Dinner
- Quest giver
- The Cornservant
- Location
- Tuliyollal (X:16.4, Y:12.9)
- Quest line
Yok Tural Sidequests
┗ Tuliyollal Sidequests- Level
- 100
- Required quest
Dawntrail- Experience
0- Gil
920- Previous quest
Tasteful Memories- Patch
- 7.2
- Links
- EDB GT TC
This usually chipper cob of corn looks oddly consternated.
— In-game description
Rewards
Steps
- Speak with the Cornservant and have them accompany you.
- Accompany the Cornservant to Bayside Bevy and speak with them.
- Speak with the Deathservant.
Journal
- This usually chipper cob of corn looks oddly consternated.
- You find the Cornservant in a most unusual predicament. While normally overeager to tend to the hungry bellies of Tuliyollal, they sense a stomach so ravenous, they dare not approach it alone. In your company, however, they have courage to carry out their duty. Not wishing to press you into action, they humbly await your readiness at the pier.
- Together with the Cornservant, you set off for Bayside Bevy. You can only wonder what manner of famished individual could leave your corny companion feeling so daunted.
- After some concentration, the Cornservant discovers the troubled belly belongs to a seemingly harmless Pelupelu merchant. No sooner do you speak with him, however, than he doubles over, professing a great hunger for blood. While admittedly shocked, the Cornservant immediately understands that the merchant's appetite is not his own and demands the entity responsible to come forth. The true culprit, it turns out, is a sentient dagger.
The Cornservant explains that such tools were once used for ritual sacrifices performed for bountiful harvests, but that the practice has long since been abandoned. Because the wayward blade requires life energies for sustenance, the Cornservant suggests it stay in your company so as to feast on the life force of your fallen foes. The merchant readily surrenders the knife to your care before taking his leave, and the Cornservant believes now would be as good a time as any for you to become acquainted with your new traveling companion. - Judging by the blade's swishing, you are quite certain your new companion─which you have elected to name the Deathservant─has taken a liking to you. Or so you hope... In any case, the rumbling of bellies has ceased, meaning it is time for the Cornservant to take their leave. They have every confidence the ritual blade will be safe in your capable hands─but will you be safe? Only time will tell...
Dialogue
Well, if it isn't my dear friend, Forename! I trust you've seen your fair share of adventure and delectable delights since last we met?
That is well. Would that I had similar tidings to share, but in truth, these old kernels find themselves in need of assistance.
I sense a belly possessed of monstrous appetite has found its way to Bayside Bevy, you see.
'Tis a hunger so ravenous, it shook me to my very cob. I dare not confront it alone, but now I have you!
That is, of course, assuming you would accompany me.
So you'll join me, then? Ah, what joy it is to bask again in the warmth of your generous heart!
Once we arrive, I but need you to keep watch while I seek out the belligerent belly that cries for satiation.
The Cornservant is now following you. Keep them at your side in order to proceed with quest objectives.
You can leave the Cornservant behind by entering a different area, or by speaking with them and selecting the option to part ways.
If you wish to have the Cornservant join you again, return and speak with them at the original location.
What will you do?
Speak with the Cornservant.
Part ways with the Cornservant.
Nothing.
We haven't a moment to lose, friend. There's a belly out there that cries for our assistance!
An urgent matter demands your attention? Then I shan't keep you. When you have finished, pray return to the harbor—I will be waiting.
Are you sure you wish to part ways with the Cornservant?
You're returned. Very good. We need but make our way to Bayside Bevy, and I will take care of the rest.
You should have the Cornservant accompanying you before seeking out the belligerent belly of Bayside Bevy.
You should have the Cornservant close at hand before seeking out the belligerent belly of Bayside Bevy.
Ask about the content youth.
Ask about the well-pleased woman.
Ask about the satisfied Mamool Ja.
I still have a little time before work. But what to do?
We met him once before, did we not?
Say, don't I know you from somewhere? Yes, of course! You're the one who offered me that grilled corn. That was awful nice of you.
I was definitely at my worst back then, without any prospects to speak of. But that corn was just the boon I needed. It wasn't long after that I found a new job, and now I couldn't be happier.
Speaking of which, I had better get back to it. Hopefully I'll see you around sometime. Thanks again!
His belly was full with food, and his spirit with purpose—a most gladdening sight. However, he is not the one we seek. Let us look elsewhere.
I really should be heading back. She'll start to worry otherwise.
Say, is that not the kindly woman we met once before?
Ah, it's you. My, what a time for reunions this has been.
My daughter had been missing for some time, you see, but I found her in Yyasulani at long last! A most joyous-yet-shocking occasion, for now she's nearly as old as I am.
Would that her father could see us—a pair of old maids... We're together now, though, and that's what's important. Oh, but listen to me prattling on. I'm sure you have better things to be doing. Take care, miss/sir, and thank you again for your kindness.
A heart and belly once pained, but now at peace. No doubt she and her daughter have enjoyed many a delicious corn-filled dish together.
Hmmm... Will this be enough corn for the shop, I wonder?
We know this fellow, do we not?
You're that corn-peddling stranger from before. If you're worried about what I've been up to, you needn't be—I went and got my life together just like I said I would. Even managed to find a new job.
A friend of mine put in a good word for me over at Aunt Tii's, so the next time you see me, I'll be grinding corn to make tasty tortillas!
Be sure to stop by sometime, and I'll pay you back for that grilled corn.
Did he say he'll be making corn tortillas? Oh, how delightful!
There it is—the malign rumblings of a hunger most foul! Pray, wait here while I seek out the offended stomach.
Hmmm. The rumblings are coming from...
<rustle> The Pelupelu fellow over there! Might you go over and ask if aught troubles his mind or stomach?
I'm sorry? You want to know if I'm having...stomach troubles?
No, I can't say that I am, though I have been having strange cravings as of late.
Urgh... Terrible cravings for...for...
Blood...! I yearn...for blood!
Wait... This baleful hunger is not his own—he's been possessed! Leave him be, spirit! Leave him be, and show yourself!
<swish> <swish> ...
Well, what have we here? A blade made sentient by an esurient spirit. And a rather ancient one at that.
Long, long ago, when the lands were barren and the people desperate, they would offer up ritual sacrifices in hopes of a bountiful harvest.
The rites required the tithe of a beating heart, cut by stone blades that supped on life force and made nascent spirits like the one that sways before us.
But once the people received of my corny blessings, they no longer had need of such practices. The rites and rituals were buried, along with their tools.
What will you say?
Should... Should I slay it?
Do you suppose one of your corn dishes would sate its hunger?
Heavens no! Strike it down, and you would suffer a curse more powerful than you could possibly imagine! We must find a way to sate its hunger. But how...?
No, I fear a spirit of this nature has little interest in the niceties of corn. But there must be something that can satisfy it.
<rustle> I've got it! I cannot prepare aught to suit its palate, but you can!
You slay all manner of beasts on your travels, do you not? Were you to take this dagger into your possession, it could then feast on the life force of your fallen foes, thereby sating its hunger.
Assuming, of course, this gentleman would be willing to part with it.
...That dagger is the reason why I've been feeling so strange?
Come to think of it, I'd never had such weird cravings before buying it.
And insofar as its being a knife for ancient rituals, the peddler who sold it to me did say they found it in the aftermath of a landslide caused by the great storm...
If you're willing to risk keeping that thing, far be it from me to stop you. I won't charge you, either—having a clear head will be payment enough. Good luck...
Given what you've learned of this spirit, you have elected to refer to it as the Deathservant. You cannot help but wonder if the blood of your enemies alone will suffice to stay its hunger...
<swish> <swish> ...!
With that settled, perhaps the two of you should take a moment to get acquainted.
Go on, now. Don't be shy. Say hello to your new companion.
<schwing>!
I do believe they've taken a liking to you! And so long as they are permitted to feast upon the beasts slain on your adventures, you needn't worry about the ill effects of their appetite.
A rather unexpected turn of events, would you not agree? Would that all appetites could be sated with corn, but alas, hunger is a fickle fiend not so easily overcome.
Thanks to good friends like you, however, I need not contend with such challenges alone. Indeed, I have been blessed by the fertile soils of trust and acceptance to cultivate such a beautiful friendship.
I have little more than my cob to offer, but I should hope this will suffice as fitting payment—a decadent dish made with the finest corn.
And with that, I must take my leave. Until we meet again, my friend!