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0,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_00","Cyr may be the only man who has yet to drink from the well of madness."
1,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_01","Inspector's Log:
1,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_01","Inspector's Log:
What strange twists and turns fate takes! For I, Hildibrand, agent of enquiry, inspector extraordinaire, now find myself father to Gigi, the loveable scamp who has yet to regain his missing memories. Regretfully, we have made no substantial progress of late on this front─nor have we gained any greater understanding of the miraculous power Gigi demonstrated in the markets, when he restored a priceless vase to pristine condition mere moments after it had shattered to pieces on the cobbles. Yet I remain confident that the answers to these many mysteries will be ours ere long, and my beloved boy will be granted the peace of mind he so rightfully deserves.
　　　　　　　　　　　　*　*　*
For a mercy, Cyr has finally been charged with a duty which does not directly concern Inspector Hildibrand and his heretical mammet Gigi. In recent days there have been rumors that the missing (and presumed dead by some) knights of the Heavens' Ward have been sighted in Ishgard, and while the inquisitor knows little of the circumstances, he nevertheless suspects heresy most foul. A thorough investigation is therefore in order─and Cyr would enlist not only your help, but that of the itinerant individuals currently taking shelter in a certain gazebo..."
2,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_02","You find Inspector Hildibrand in the midst of lecturing his newly adopted son on the principles of gentlemanliness as they pertain to graffiti. Having come to view the Fortemps Manor gazebo as their home, the little mammet wished to decorate it with a drawing of their family crest. Alas, the life of a traveling inspector demands that Hildibrand forsake such luxuries as gazebos, if only for lack of financial means. Cyr then proceeds to tell the inspector of the incidents involving charlatans masquerading as knights of the Heavens' Ward, and the innocent maidens taken in by their dastardly schemes─and the due compensation he will receive should he choose to assist the inquisition with its investigation. Inspector Hildibrand enthusiastically agrees to cooperate and soon after departs for the Last Vigil, all the faster for the unexpected appearance of his dear mother Julyan, who it seems would like nothing more than to return to Ul'dah with her beloved, if misguided son."
3,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_03","In questioning the maidens of the Last Vigil, you gain a greater understanding of the methods employed by the impersonators─as well as the deep and abiding devotion the young women have for the honored sers. Wisely electing not to disabuse them of any hopes they may harbor for their homecoming, you rejoin the others to share your findings."
4,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_04","The investigation appears to have reached a standstill until Inspector Hildibrand approaches another maiden at random. Though she turns out to be rather more elderly than the other victims, she too appears to have fallen prey to the impersonators' schemes. According to her account, the men were overheard discussing seeking shelter in distant Idyllshire. And so, just like that, your next destination is decided."
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87,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_NASHUMHAKARACCA_000_056","If the knights aren't supposed to, you know...then why are they so popular with the highborn ladies?"
88,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_JULYAN_000_057","What in the seven hells's so damn appealin' 'bout gettin' paid a pittance to do the watch's job for 'em? Hmph."
89,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_HILDIBRAND_000_058","Hmm... There must be at least one fair maiden who can tell us something of value..."
87,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_NASHUMHAKARACCA_000_056","If the knights aren't supposed to, you know...then why are they so popular with the highborn ladies?"
90,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_GIGI_000_059","WhO nEeDs A gAzEbO?
...i Do."
91,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_OTOMEA02369_000_060","Please, do you think me so foolish to fall for their charade? From what I heard from the others, said “knights” bore not even the slightest resemblance to the Heavens' Ward."
92,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_OTOMEA02369_000_061","As if I had not already memorized every detail of my dear Ser Adelphel's face. Oh, where ever could he be?"
93,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_OTOMEB02369_000_062","I am truly outside Her grace! My allowance, all gone to waste on those...those... Ugh, I dare not say it!"
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140,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_GIGI_000_124","HoOrAy FoR eVeRyThInG!"
141,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_NASHUMHAKARACCA_000_121","Ooh, even more nameday gifts for me!"
142,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_JULYAN_000_115",""
139,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_HILDIBRAND_000_123","How blessed these goblins and treasure hunters and adventurers must feel to have the freedom to pursue their dreams and live as they see fit!"
143,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_LOUDJOX_000_130","Pshhh... Shkohhh...
Yes, yes, Loudjox knows of Grand Sers. Sneaky uplanders keep to selves, mingle not with gobbieflock. But each to own, Loudjox says─no questions, only jinglyshine!"
144,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_GEIMLONA_000_131","Oh, you must be talkin' about them “Grand Sers.” They drifted into Idyllshire some time ago, as I recall. Pay visits to the Great Library, though I couldn't tell you why."
145,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_DORYS_000_132","(-Exceedingly Experienced Treasure Hunter-)Oh, I know all about the Grand Sers. They keep to themselves in that building of theirs, south of the Roundspot. You'd best watch out, though─they're a dangerous bunch, liable to kill you for looking at them cockeyed."
146,"TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_CYR_000_133","...It's entirely possible that I've gone completely and utterly mad, but...are you perchance the long-lost twin sister of an Ishgardian noblewoman?"
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4 0 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_00 Cyr may be the only man who has yet to drink from the well of madness.
5 1 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_01 Inspector's Log: What strange twists and turns fate takes! For I, Hildibrand, agent of enquiry, inspector extraordinaire, now find myself father to Gigi, the loveable scamp who has yet to regain his missing memories. Regretfully, we have made no substantial progress of late on this front─nor have we gained any greater understanding of the miraculous power Gigi demonstrated in the markets, when he restored a priceless vase to pristine condition mere moments after it had shattered to pieces on the cobbles. Yet I remain confident that the answers to these many mysteries will be ours ere long, and my beloved boy will be granted the peace of mind he so rightfully deserves. 　　　　　　　　　　　　*　*　* For a mercy, Cyr has finally been charged with a duty which does not directly concern Inspector Hildibrand and his heretical mammet Gigi. In recent days there have been rumors that the missing (and presumed dead by some) knights of the Heavens' Ward have been sighted in Ishgard, and while the inquisitor knows little of the circumstances, he nevertheless suspects heresy most foul. A thorough investigation is therefore in order─and Cyr would enlist not only your help, but that of the itinerant individuals currently taking shelter in a certain gazebo... Inspector's Log: What strange twists and turns fate takes! For I, Hildibrand, agent of enquiry, inspector extraordinaire, now find myself father to Gigi, the loveable scamp who has yet to regain his missing memories. Regretfully, we have made no substantial progress of late on this front─nor have we gained any greater understanding of the miraculous power Gigi demonstrated in the markets, when he restored a priceless vase to pristine condition mere moments after it had shattered to pieces on the cobbles. Yet I remain confident that the answers to these many mysteries will be ours ere long, and my beloved boy will be granted the peace of mind he so rightfully deserves. 　　　　　　　　　　　　*　*　* For a mercy, Cyr has finally been charged with a duty which does not directly concern Inspector Hildibrand and his heretical mammet Gigi. In recent days there have been rumors that the missing (and presumed dead by some) knights of the Heavens' Ward have been sighted in Ishgard, and while the inquisitor knows little of the circumstances, he nevertheless suspects heresy most foul. A thorough investigation is therefore in order─and Cyr would enlist not only your help, but that of the itinerant individuals currently taking shelter in a certain gazebo...
6 2 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_02 You find Inspector Hildibrand in the midst of lecturing his newly adopted son on the principles of gentlemanliness as they pertain to graffiti. Having come to view the Fortemps Manor gazebo as their home, the little mammet wished to decorate it with a drawing of their family crest. Alas, the life of a traveling inspector demands that Hildibrand forsake such luxuries as gazebos, if only for lack of financial means. Cyr then proceeds to tell the inspector of the incidents involving charlatans masquerading as knights of the Heavens' Ward, and the innocent maidens taken in by their dastardly schemes─and the due compensation he will receive should he choose to assist the inquisition with its investigation. Inspector Hildibrand enthusiastically agrees to cooperate and soon after departs for the Last Vigil, all the faster for the unexpected appearance of his dear mother Julyan, who it seems would like nothing more than to return to Ul'dah with her beloved, if misguided son.
7 3 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_03 In questioning the maidens of the Last Vigil, you gain a greater understanding of the methods employed by the impersonators─as well as the deep and abiding devotion the young women have for the honored sers. Wisely electing not to disabuse them of any hopes they may harbor for their homecoming, you rejoin the others to share your findings.
8 4 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_04 The investigation appears to have reached a standstill until Inspector Hildibrand approaches another maiden at random. Though she turns out to be rather more elderly than the other victims, she too appears to have fallen prey to the impersonators' schemes. According to her account, the men were overheard discussing seeking shelter in distant Idyllshire. And so, just like that, your next destination is decided.
9 2 5 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_02 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_05 You find Inspector Hildibrand in the midst of lecturing his newly adopted son on the principles of gentlemanliness as they pertain to graffiti. Having come to view the Fortemps Manor gazebo as their home, the little mammet wished to decorate it with a drawing of their family crest. Alas, the life of a traveling inspector demands that Hildibrand forsake such luxuries as gazebos, if only for lack of financial means. Cyr then proceeds to tell the inspector of the incidents involving charlatans masquerading as knights of the Heavens' Ward, and the innocent maidens taken in by their dastardly schemes─and the due compensation he will receive should he choose to assist the inquisition with its investigation. Inspector Hildibrand enthusiastically agrees to cooperate and soon after departs for the Last Vigil, all the faster for the unexpected appearance of his dear mother Julyan, who it seems would like nothing more than to return to Ul'dah with her beloved, if misguided son. After an exceedingly eventful journey in which the party narrowly escapes death at the hands of the Dravanians, the Gnath, and the Illuminati, you arrive safely in Idyllshire. Never one to stop and catch his breath, Hildibrand immediately sets about questioning the residents of the eclectic community, and bids the others follow suit. If the oddly dressed crone is to be believed, then someone must surely know of the men you seek.
10 3 6 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_03 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_06 In questioning the maidens of the Last Vigil, you gain a greater understanding of the methods employed by the impersonators─as well as the deep and abiding devotion the young women have for the honored sers. Wisely electing not to disabuse them of any hopes they may harbor for their homecoming, you rejoin the others to share your findings. In a surprising and not at all suspicious turn of events, you and Cyr receive rather detailed information regarding the Grand Sers─the impostors you seek─from an elderly treasure hunter who bears a striking resemblance to the woman with whom you spoke in Ishgard. Upon hearing Cyr make note of this fact, the treasure hunter abruptly declares that a three-headed goobbue is behind you and flees. In any event, regardless of the questionable circumstances, Inspector Hildibrand should be pleased to learn of your findings.
11 4 7 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_04 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_SEQ_07 The investigation appears to have reached a standstill until Inspector Hildibrand approaches another maiden at random. Though she turns out to be rather more elderly than the other victims, she too appears to have fallen prey to the impersonators' schemes. According to her account, the men were overheard discussing seeking shelter in distant Idyllshire. And so, just like that, your next destination is decided. As you gather outside the purported residence of the Grand Sers, Slowfix appears and greets Hildibrand as an old friend. It would seem that the goblin was the inspector's very first client, and that the experience gave him a newfound appreciation for the uplanders of Eorzea, planting the seed for the idea that would eventually become Idyllshire. To wit, Hildibrand could be considered by some to be a founding father of the aspiring utopia. In recognition of his contribution, Slowfix declares that the inspector may live in the building once leased to the Grand Sers, who are in arrears and have not been seen in some time. Overjoyed with this sudden windfall, Gigi begs his father for permission to draw their family crest on their new gazebo, and Hildibrand duly agrees, both to celebrate this joyous occasion and in the hopes that the brazen act might attract the attention of the missing Grand Sers. The mammet is given free rein to indulge his artistic sensibilities, and when he has finished, you wait...and continue to wait...and wait some more...
94 87 90 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_NASHUMHAKARACCA_000_056 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_GIGI_000_059 If the knights aren't supposed to, you know...then why are they so popular with the highborn ladies? WhO nEeDs A gAzEbO? ...i Do.
95 88 91 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_JULYAN_000_057 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_OTOMEA02369_000_060 What in the seven hells's so damn appealin' 'bout gettin' paid a pittance to do the watch's job for 'em? Hmph. Please, do you think me so foolish to fall for their charade? From what I heard from the others, said “knights” bore not even the slightest resemblance to the Heavens' Ward.
96 89 92 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_HILDIBRAND_000_058 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_OTOMEA02369_000_061 Hmm... There must be at least one fair maiden who can tell us something of value... As if I had not already memorized every detail of my dear Ser Adelphel's face. Oh, where ever could he be?
97 90 93 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_GIGI_000_059 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_OTOMEB02369_000_062 WhO nEeDs A gAzEbO? ...i Do. I am truly outside Her grace! My allowance, all gone to waste on those...those... Ugh, I dare not say it!
98 94 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_OTOMEB02369_000_063 Mayhap those awful rumors are true. Mayhap...I must needs accept that he now walks in Halone's halls...
99 91 95 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_OTOMEA02369_000_060 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_OTOMEC02369_000_064 Please, do you think me so foolish to fall for their charade? From what I heard from the others, said “knights” bore not even the slightest resemblance to the Heavens' Ward. I demand satisfaction! Swift and terrible vengeance! How dare they prey upon a lady's emotions to line their pockets with gil!
100 92 96 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_OTOMEA02369_000_061 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_OTOMEC02369_000_065 As if I had not already memorized every detail of my dear Ser Adelphel's face. Oh, where ever could he be? If Ser Charibert was here, he'd purge the lot of them like the festering sickness they are!
101 93 97 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_OTOMEB02369_000_062 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_CYR_000_066 I am truly outside Her grace! My allowance, all gone to waste on those...those... Ugh, I dare not say it! Ah, yes...a pity he too remains missing. So very much a pity...
148 140 144 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_GIGI_000_124 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_GEIMLONA_000_131 HoOrAy FoR eVeRyThInG! Oh, you must be talkin' about them “Grand Sers.” They drifted into Idyllshire some time ago, as I recall. Pay visits to the Great Library, though I couldn't tell you why.
149 141 145 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_NASHUMHAKARACCA_000_121 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_DORYS_000_132 Ooh, even more nameday gifts for me! (-Exceedingly Experienced Treasure Hunter-)Oh, I know all about the Grand Sers. They keep to themselves in that building of theirs, south of the Roundspot. You'd best watch out, though─they're a dangerous bunch, liable to kill you for looking at them cockeyed.
150 142 146 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_JULYAN_000_115 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_CYR_000_133 ...It's entirely possible that I've gone completely and utterly mad, but...are you perchance the long-lost twin sister of an Ishgardian noblewoman?
151 143 147 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_LOUDJOX_000_130 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_DORYS_000_134 Pshhh... Shkohhh... Yes, yes, Loudjox knows of Grand Sers. Sneaky uplanders keep to selves, mingle not with gobbieflock. But each to own, Loudjox says─no questions, only jinglyshine! (-Exceedingly Experienced Treasure Hunter-)What!? I... Er... Look behind you! A three-headed goobbue!
152 148 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_CYR_000_135 Why do I feel like I've not seen the last of that old woman...
153 144 149 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_GEIMLONA_000_131 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_LOUDJOX_000_141 Oh, you must be talkin' about them “Grand Sers.” They drifted into Idyllshire some time ago, as I recall. Pay visits to the Great Library, though I couldn't tell you why.
154 145 150 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_DORYS_000_132 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_GEIMLONA_000_142 (-Exceedingly Experienced Treasure Hunter-)Oh, I know all about the Grand Sers. They keep to themselves in that building of theirs, south of the Roundspot. You'd best watch out, though─they're a dangerous bunch, liable to kill you for looking at them cockeyed.
155 146 151 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_CYR_000_133 TEXT_CHRHDB641_02369_CYR_000_140 ...It's entirely possible that I've gone completely and utterly mad, but...are you perchance the long-lost twin sister of an Ishgardian noblewoman?