0,TEXT_SUBSEA064_00476_SEQ_00,Anaoc seeks an adventurer to assist the Red Rooster Stead.
1,TEXT_SUBSEA064_00476_SEQ_01,Anaoc asks you to deliver wool to the Grey Fleet. Retrieve the sack of fleece from the sheep's pen.
2,TEXT_SUBSEA064_00476_SEQ_02,You have obtained the sack of fleece. Deliver it to Weitzaren at the Grey Fleet.
3,TEXT_SUBSEA064_00476_SEQ_03,"Weitzaren receives your delivery with equal parts exasperation and delight. Thanks to you, the miller may now begin making his felt."
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24,TEXT_SUBSEA064_00476_TODO_00,Obtain the sack of fleece.
25,TEXT_SUBSEA064_00476_TODO_01,Deliver the sack of fleece to Weitzaren at the Grey Fleet.
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48,TEXT_SUBSEA064_00476_ANAOC_000_0,"I hope you don't feel sheepish about hauling a wee bit of wool. The flock's fleece is shorn and scoured, and the sack is all set to sail."
49,TEXT_SUBSEA064_00476_ANAOC_000_1,"Normally, the manic miller up north takes it and felts it for us."
50,TEXT_SUBSEA064_00476_ANAOC_000_2,"But it seems the only wool his courier's tending to today is his blanket, the lackadaisical loafer."
51,TEXT_SUBSEA064_00476_ANAOC_000_3,"So, I hoped you might see to it the sack of fleece down by the flock's pen reaches the miller─Weitzaren is his name."
52,TEXT_SUBSEA064_00476_WEITZAREN_000_10,A miller with no fleece is an artist with no canvas! A poet with no words! A man with no purpose!
53,TEXT_SUBSEA064_00476_WEITZAREN_000_11,Curse that blasted courier! Do the sheep stop growing? Does the mill stop churning? What entitles him to rest?
54,TEXT_SUBSEA064_00476_WEITZAREN_000_12,"Bah! Let him count sheep in his bed! The wool is at last mine, and soon the felt shall be wrought! Mwahahaha..."