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54,"TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_ROWENA_000_002","Aye, I've known Gerolt ever since I landed in this business. Ain't seen him for a while, though. And the last time I <Emphasis>did</Emphasis>, the ol' fool had tears in his eyes and snot drippin' from his nose. “Fallen on hard times,” he said. Asked for a bit o' coin to tide him over. Never paid me back, neither."
55,"TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_ROWENA_000_003","Couldn't say for sure where he is now. Seem to remember hearin' he was in the Black Shroud, puttin' up at Hyrstmill or some such place. You might do well to commission his work. He'll even reforge the relics of old if you make it worth his while, and there ain't no other in Eorzea as can do that."
56,"TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_ROWENA_000_004","If it's relics you care to know about, I've a promise o' payment what might catch your fancy. It don't look like much, but it'll get ol' Gerolt to fire up his forge. That much I promise."
57,"TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_GEROLT_000_010","Got business with me, have ye, adventurer? Then there'd better be coin or drink in it. Elsewise, bugger off back to wherever it was ye came from.
57,"TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_GEROLT_000_010","Got business with me, have ye, adventurer? Then there'd better be coin or drink in it. Elsewise, bugger off back to wherever it was ye came from.
...Restoration work on an old weapon, ye say? Hah! What makes ye think I'd fire up the forge for a grimy old─"
58,"TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_GEROLT_000_011","Egads! Wh-Where in the seven hells did ye get that promise of payment!? I ain't got no coin, I tell ye! Nay, not a single bloody gil!"
59,"TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_GEROLT_000_012","Gods, jus' look at me...at how far I've fallen! Me, the greatest weaponsmith of our age, hammerin' out dints in kettles to pay off a tavern debt! <sob>"
60,"TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_GEROLT_000_013","Can ye even begin to grasp me humiliation? Can ye!? Bah, 'course ye can't! Why did I even bother askin'!?"
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58 54 TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_ROWENA_000_002 Aye, I've known Gerolt ever since I landed in this business. Ain't seen him for a while, though. And the last time I <Emphasis>did</Emphasis>, the ol' fool had tears in his eyes and snot drippin' from his nose. “Fallen on hard times,” he said. Asked for a bit o' coin to tide him over. Never paid me back, neither.
59 55 TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_ROWENA_000_003 Couldn't say for sure where he is now. Seem to remember hearin' he was in the Black Shroud, puttin' up at Hyrstmill or some such place. You might do well to commission his work. He'll even reforge the relics of old if you make it worth his while, and there ain't no other in Eorzea as can do that.
60 56 TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_ROWENA_000_004 If it's relics you care to know about, I've a promise o' payment what might catch your fancy. It don't look like much, but it'll get ol' Gerolt to fire up his forge. That much I promise.
61 57 TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_GEROLT_000_010 Got business with me, have ye, adventurer? Then there'd better be coin or drink in it. Elsewise, bugger off back to wherever it was ye came from. ...Restoration work on an old weapon, ye say? Hah! What makes ye think I'd fire up the forge for a grimy old─ Got business with me, have ye, adventurer? Then there'd better be coin or drink in it. Elsewise, bugger off back to wherever it was ye came from. ...Restoration work on an old weapon, ye say? Hah! What makes ye think I'd fire up the forge for a grimy old─
62 58 TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_GEROLT_000_011 Egads! Wh-Where in the seven hells did ye get that promise of payment!? I ain't got no coin, I tell ye! Nay, not a single bloody gil!
63 58 59 TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_GEROLT_000_011 TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_GEROLT_000_012 Egads! Wh-Where in the seven hells did ye get that promise of payment!? I ain't got no coin, I tell ye! Nay, not a single bloody gil! Gods, jus' look at me...at how far I've fallen! Me, the greatest weaponsmith of our age, hammerin' out dints in kettles to pay off a tavern debt! <sob>
64 59 60 TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_GEROLT_000_012 TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_GEROLT_000_013 Gods, jus' look at me...at how far I've fallen! Me, the greatest weaponsmith of our age, hammerin' out dints in kettles to pay off a tavern debt! <sob> Can ye even begin to grasp me humiliation? Can ye!? Bah, 'course ye can't! Why did I even bother askin'!?
65 60 61 TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_GEROLT_000_013 TEXT_SUBWIL142_00705_GEROLT_000_014 Can ye even begin to grasp me humiliation? Can ye!? Bah, 'course ye can't! Why did I even bother askin'!? <sigh> All right, all right... I'll restore yer bloody weapon. Jus' get that godsdamned slip of paper out of me sight.