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78,"TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_GUILLEFRESNE_000_034","While it is true that in recent days he is little more than a glorified beard-trimmer, I saw Jandelaine serve as our father's right hand since he was scarcely a man grown! He was the very paragon of duty and honor─an example to all around him!"
79,"TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_035","Calm yourself, boy. I hold your brother in the highest esteem. It is precisely for this reason that I speak as I do. Allow me to tell you a tale."
80,"TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_036","Once upon a time there lived a young carpenter. He was possessed of some talent and great zeal for his craft, and his masters were convinced that the boy would come to great things in the guild. But, ah, the road to success is fraught with many perils..."
81,"TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_037","After suffering the loss of a...close friend...the youth began to lose his way. Racked with despair, he let both mind and body go to waste. His close-cropped coif grew to a rampant snarl, obstructing his field of vision and getting tangled in his hands as he wielded his hammer.
His works suffered, and his masters began to ask if he might not consider another profession."
81,"TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_037","After suffering the loss of a...close friend...the youth began to lose his way. Racked with despair, he let both mind and body go to waste. His close-cropped coif grew to a rampant snarl, obstructing his field of vision and getting tangled in his hands as he wielded his hammer.
His works suffered, and his masters began to ask if he might not consider another profession."
83,"TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_039","Thanking the man for his services, he returned to his workshop. As if by magic, the youth wielded his tools with a newfound focus and confidence. Works of surpassing quality emerged from his hands, and he reclaimed his status as the guild's rising star.
Today, he stands before you as timbermaster, wearing his hair in the same fashion as he did the day of his rebirth."
82,"TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_038","One day, as he shambled to the workshop, he was ambushed by a strange man wielding twin blades. Before he could even realize what was happening, his tangled locks lay on the ground in a scattered heap. In that moment, he came to a realization."
83,"TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_039","Thanking the man for his services, he returned to his workshop. As if by magic, the youth wielded his tools with a newfound focus and confidence. Works of surpassing quality emerged from his hands, and he reclaimed his status as the guild's rising star.
Today, he stands before you as timbermaster, wearing his hair in the same fashion as he did the day of his rebirth."
84,"TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_040","Plant a sapling in the Twelveswood and one day it shall grow into a mighty oak. Plant it on a snowy crag in Coerthas and it is not like to survive the first winter. If you would seek out your brother, pray consider these words. You will find him at the Alchemists' Guild in Ul'dah."
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82 78 TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_GUILLEFRESNE_000_034 While it is true that in recent days he is little more than a glorified beard-trimmer, I saw Jandelaine serve as our father's right hand since he was scarcely a man grown! He was the very paragon of duty and honor─an example to all around him!
83 79 TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_035 Calm yourself, boy. I hold your brother in the highest esteem. It is precisely for this reason that I speak as I do. Allow me to tell you a tale.
84 80 TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_036 Once upon a time there lived a young carpenter. He was possessed of some talent and great zeal for his craft, and his masters were convinced that the boy would come to great things in the guild. But, ah, the road to success is fraught with many perils...
85 81 TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_037 After suffering the loss of a...close friend...the youth began to lose his way. Racked with despair, he let both mind and body go to waste. His close-cropped coif grew to a rampant snarl, obstructing his field of vision and getting tangled in his hands as he wielded his hammer. His works suffered, and his masters began to ask if he might not consider another profession. After suffering the loss of a...close friend...the youth began to lose his way. Racked with despair, he let both mind and body go to waste. His close-cropped coif grew to a rampant snarl, obstructing his field of vision and getting tangled in his hands as he wielded his hammer. His works suffered, and his masters began to ask if he might not consider another profession.
82 TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_038 One day, as he shambled to the workshop, he was ambushed by a strange man wielding twin blades. Before he could even realize what was happening, his tangled locks lay on the ground in a scattered heap. In that moment, he came to a realization.
86 83 82 TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_039 TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_038 Thanking the man for his services, he returned to his workshop. As if by magic, the youth wielded his tools with a newfound focus and confidence. Works of surpassing quality emerged from his hands, and he reclaimed his status as the guild's rising star. Today, he stands before you as timbermaster, wearing his hair in the same fashion as he did the day of his rebirth. One day, as he shambled to the workshop, he was ambushed by a strange man wielding twin blades. Before he could even realize what was happening, his tangled locks lay on the ground in a scattered heap. In that moment, he came to a realization.
87 84 83 TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_040 TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_039 Plant a sapling in the Twelveswood and one day it shall grow into a mighty oak. Plant it on a snowy crag in Coerthas and it is not like to survive the first winter. If you would seek out your brother, pray consider these words. You will find him at the Alchemists' Guild in Ul'dah. Thanking the man for his services, he returned to his workshop. As if by magic, the youth wielded his tools with a newfound focus and confidence. Works of surpassing quality emerged from his hands, and he reclaimed his status as the guild's rising star. Today, he stands before you as timbermaster, wearing his hair in the same fashion as he did the day of his rebirth.
85 TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_GUILLEFRESNE_000_041 I thank you, my good man! While I cannot say that the moral of the tale is immediately clear to me, I will take some time to ponder your words on my journey. Fare thee well!
88 86 84 TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_042 TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_040 Like a sturdy cedar, growing strong and true, that boy. But allow cedar to dry overmuch, and it is quick to splinter and shatter... Plant a sapling in the Twelveswood and one day it shall grow into a mighty oak. Plant it on a snowy crag in Coerthas and it is not like to survive the first winter. If you would seek out your brother, pray consider these words. You will find him at the Alchemists' Guild in Ul'dah.
89 87 85 TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_043 TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_GUILLEFRESNE_000_041 You seek Jandelaine, too, yes? Pray watch over this brother of his─I trust this journey will take him further than he can even imagine. And send my regards to Severian... I thank you, my good man! While I cannot say that the moral of the tale is immediately clear to me, I will take some time to ponder your words on my journey. Fare thee well!
90 88 86 TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_049 TEXT_SUBPST013_01573_BEATINE_000_042 Jandelaine presiding over his lands from the cold, vast chambers of a manse in Ishgard. If one were to plant an island palm amidst the snowy drifts of Ishgard, I wonder how it might fare? Like a sturdy cedar, growing strong and true, that boy. But allow cedar to dry overmuch, and it is quick to splinter and shatter...