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@@ -63,7 +63,7 @@ The road stretched on, obscured by an endless veil of snow. Somewhere in the whi
54,"TEXT_HEAVNZ025_01475_ELAISSE_000_020","A warm welcome to you, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>Mistress<Else/>Master</If> <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,2)/>. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
55,"TEXT_HEAVNZ025_01475_ELAISSE_000_021","...Retracing your steps from those first days in Ishgard? I see... Well, no one could begrudge you for indulging in a little nostalgia. I am reminded how much I owe to you and yours..."
56,"TEXT_HEAVNZ025_01475_ELAISSE_000_022","Lest you forget, foreign merchants were subject to a frankly unreasonable level of scrutiny until relatively recently. Not so now, however. Now, goods from every corner of Eorzea flow into our markets. And that, my friend, is change we can all appreciate."
57,"TEXT_HEAVNZ025_01475_SYSTEM_000_023","...Merchants of all nations speak a common tongue, and its words are coin. Needless to say, there is little profit to be had in prejudice, especially against those who have received the patronage of a count. Thus, when the wards of House Fortemps arrived, she was only too happy to make their acquaintance..."
57,"TEXT_HEAVNZ025_01475_SYSTEM_000_023","...Merchants of all nations speak a common tongue, and its words are coin. Needless to say, there is little profit to be had in prejudice, especially against those who have received the patronage of a count. Thus, when the wards of House Fortemps arrived, she was glad to make their acquaintance..."
58,"TEXT_HEAVNZ025_01475_ELAISSE_000_025","As one might expect, all this political upheaval has had a significant impact on the markets. But there's profit to be had if one can navigate the chaos."
59,"TEXT_HEAVNZ025_01475_GIBRILLONT_000_030","What'll it be, then? Ale? Mulled wine? No, no, don't tell me─<Emphasis>tea</Emphasis>?"
60,"TEXT_HEAVNZ025_01475_GIBRILLONT_000_031","Oho, so it's to be memories, then, is it? Now there's a bitter draught that'll leave you wanting─assuming you can remember your own name, that is."
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63 59 TEXT_HEAVNZ025_01475_GIBRILLONT_000_030 What'll it be, then? Ale? Mulled wine? No, no, don't tell me─<Emphasis>tea</Emphasis>?
64 60 TEXT_HEAVNZ025_01475_GIBRILLONT_000_031 Oho, so it's to be memories, then, is it? Now there's a bitter draught that'll leave you wanting─assuming you can remember your own name, that is.
65 61 TEXT_HEAVNZ025_01475_GIBRILLONT_000_032 Take your friend, Tataru. One moment, she's just another girl waiting on customers, clearing tables and so forth, and the next she's got a dozen admirers asking after her every bloody night─and I'll be damned if I can remember how it happened!
66 62 TEXT_HEAVNZ025_01475_GIBRILLONT_000_033 Singing those stupid songs, dancing those daft dances... Though, to be honest, I think it was her stories that really won 'em over. Stories of a certain hero's grand adventures across Eorzea, told with a flair that'd put a minstrel to shame.
67 63 TEXT_HEAVNZ025_01475_GIBRILLONT_000_034 Who doesn't love a good hero's tale, am I right? Hells, we've even got one about the man who built this tavern. Was one of the founding fathers of Ishgard, or so it goes.
68 64 TEXT_HEAVNZ025_01475_GIBRILLONT_000_035 Now, as the <Emphasis>Enchiridion</Emphasis> told it, besides Haldrath, the only knights who survived the battle with Nidhogg were the founders of the High Houses. Course, these days, we all know better than to put too much stock in the words of the church, eh?
69 65 TEXT_HEAVNZ025_01475_GIBRILLONT_000_036 But there's more to our tale than just words. There's a sword, too─one which has been passed down from proprietor to proprietor since before anyone can remember. She's a rusty old bugger, but if you look closely at her handle, you can just about make out an inscription.