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TEXT_CLSACN300_00461_GEGERUJU_000_030 |
And what brings <Emphasis>you</Emphasis> to my─and I use the term facetiously─humble abode, dear <If(PlayerParameter(4))>madam<Else/>sir</If>? Mmm, such a heavenly aroma. Are you, perchance, carrying an eel pie about your person? |
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TEXT_CLSACN300_00461_GEGERUJU_000_031 |
How commendable that you should research the delicacies that tickle my fancy before daring to intrude upon my most ponderous of ponderings. Speaking of ponderous─well, <Emphasis>I</Emphasis> was speaking of it, at least─I have a hefty purse of gil to persuade you to relinquish your claim on that pastry... |
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TEXT_CLSACN300_00461_PEBALOH_000_041 |
One moment, if you will. I have been instructed by a Mealvaan's Gate assessor to hand over this message to whoever delivers an eel pie to Master Gegeruju. |
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TEXT_CLSACN300_00461_TALK_SCENE00003_000_42 |
(-Message-)Take the purse you received from Master Gegeruju, and hand it to the dancer Ealdgyth as she prepares to return home.
K'lyhia (-Message-)<Emphasis>Take the purse you received from Master Gegeruju, and hand it to the dancer Ealdgyth as she prepares to return home.
K'lyhia</Emphasis> |
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TEXT_CLSACN300_00461_EALDGYTH_000_050 |
Yes? If you're looking for a dancer, then I would first see your coin. I've three children to feed, and no time to waste on idle chat. |
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TEXT_CLSACN300_00461_EALDGYTH_000_051 |
Oh my, that <Emphasis>is</Emphasis> quite a purse! My precious darlings will eat like kings this week! |
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TEXT_CLSACN300_00461_EALDGYTH_000_052 |
And such a simple job, as well. I was told to expect you, you see. In return for the coin, I am to give you these. |
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TEXT_CLSACN300_00461_EALDGYTH_000_053 |
The leather satchel is from your Miqo'te friend, and the pareo is from me. That last item you are to deliver to Drogo, the warehouse foreman. |
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TEXT_CLSACN300_00461_DROGO_000_060 |
I ain't got time fer the likes o' you: if I don't get me work squared away soon, the master'll 'ave me 'ead on a pike. Hm? Ye got summat fer me, ye say? |