ffxiv-datamining/csv/quest/001/ClsRog150_00144.csv

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4	0	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_SEQ_00	Jacke wishes to bring you in on a tricky assignment.
5	1	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_SEQ_01	The latest client come to the rogues for assistance hails from Maelstrom Command itself. It would seem that a group called the Jolly Merchants has been abducting smallfolk, but that the Maelstrom is powerless to stop them without causing a panic. Jacke accepts the job without hesitation, and nominates you to help him engage the slavers directly. Speak with Jacke for further instructions.
6	2	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_SEQ_02	Hearing that a Jolly Merchant has been spied prowling the countryside, Jacke sends you to lower La Noscea to gather more information. Travel to the Moraby Drydocks and speak with Swarsynt.
7	3	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_SEQ_03	You meet with Swarsynt, and the watchful rogue-turned-shipwright tells you of an odd group he spotted earlier that he now believes to be a pirate and two captives. Swarsynt then muses that the slaver likely has a boat hidden somewhere along the coast to the south. Travel to the Salt Strand, and keep an eye on the Jolly Merchant until Jacke arrives.
8	4	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_SEQ_04	As you and Jacke spy on the slaver and witness his unpleasant treatment of the captives, you learn that the Jolly Merchants mean to gather in Aleport to await the return of their ship, the <Emphasis>Jolly Merchantman</Emphasis>. Make your way to Aleport and speak with Jacke to learn how the guildmaster intends to deal with the assembled pirates.
9	5	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_SEQ_05	Jacke has ascertained that your marks, along with their prisoners, have taken rooms in Aleport. Speak with Jacke once more when you are ready to put his plan for liberating the captives into action.
10	6	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_SEQ_06	You have defeated the Jolly Merchants and freed the abducted villagers. Speak with Jacke again to complete your assignment.
11	7	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_SEQ_07	Just as the guildmaster is complimenting you on a job well done, you are approached by one of the former captives. After thanking you for her rescue, the yet-shaken girl explains that she heard her captor muttering about a lingering group of slavers that failed to make the rendezvous. It seems the job is not yet finished. Add the Throwing Dagger technique to your arsenal of rogue tools, then rejoin Jacke in Aleport to eliminate the remnants of the Jolly Merchants.
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28	24	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_TODO_00	Speak with Jacke.
29	25	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_TODO_01	Speak with Swarsynt at the Moraby Drydocks.
30	26	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_TODO_02	Spy on the Jolly Merchant until Jacke arrives.
31	27	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_TODO_03	Speak with Jacke in Aleport.
32	28	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_TODO_04	Speak with Jacke and free the captives.
33	29	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_TODO_05	Speak with Jacke in Aleport.
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52	48	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_000	Ah, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>, just the <If(PlayerParameter(4))>mort<Else/>cove</If> I was hopin' to see. We've some nasty trouble brewin'...
53	49	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_001	The client's on his way, so sit tight an' pay attention. I'm callin' Underfoot an' the Stray in on this as well─it'll be a right little rogue family reunion.
54	50	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_VKEBBE_000_002	Jacke. The client's arrived.
55	51	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_003	Our guest here has come from Maelstrom Command, with confidential orders direct from the Admiral herself─so ye know this won't be a simple job.
56	52	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_CLIENT00144_000_004	I'm afraid your guildmaster speaks truly. 'Twas several days ago when an emaciated man stumbled into one of our camps seeking aid.
57	53	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_CLIENT00144_000_005	Upon questioning the poor fellow, we discovered that he had narrowly escaped a life of slavery. He claimed that pirates had raided his village, abducting him and many others to sell on a black market auction block.
58	54	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_CLIENT00144_000_006	We dispatched a patrol to confirm the tale, and found the village almost completely destroyed. 'Twas a meager settlement without so much as a guardhouse─thus did its unkind fate escape our notice until now...
59	55	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_007	Ye'd think these pirates'd never even heard o' the code.
60	56	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_008	Pillagin' honest culls an' dippin' their wicks in the slave trade? They're headed the right way for a good stabbin'.
61	57	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_009	Aye. Though it ain't set down in so many whids, the code's notoriously unforgivin' against those as raise weapons against the weak.
62	58	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_010	After all, the first pirates in these parts were culls what was fleein' oppression in the northern seas. Ignore yer history, an' ye risk becomin' what it was ye hated most.
63	59	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_011	...So, ye've a mark for us, then?
64	60	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_CLIENT00144_000_012	That we do. From the descriptions given to us by the escaped villager, we've determined that these lawbreakers are members of the Jolly Merchants─a pirate crew in possession of an official privateering license.
65	61	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_CLIENT00144_000_013	...'Twould appear, however, that privateering has been naught but a screen behind which to hide their illicit activities. One can only imagine how many other Lominsan citizens have fallen prey to these wicked slavers...
66	62	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_CLIENT00144_000_014	And we've let it happen right under our very noses! Naturally, the Admiral desires a swift resolution to this ignominy, but merely tracking down those poor souls who have already been sold is proving heavily taxing to our allocated resources.
67	63	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_CLIENT00144_000_015	We <Emphasis>could</Emphasis> throw more soldiers at the problem...but that runs the risk of drawing the smallfolk's attention and inciting undue panic.
68	64	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_CLIENT00144_000_016	Thus do we come to the Rogues' Guild for help. We ask that you eliminate the Jolly Merchants and liberate the villagers presently in their custody─and that you do so with the utmost discretion.
69	65	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_017	Consider it done. When those nasty coves'll feel our shortblades prickin' into their backs, they'll enjoy but a brief moment o' regret afore the code is rightly enforced.
70	66	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_018	All right, let's get to work! I'll be goin' after the Jolly Merchants meself.
71	67	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_019	Underfoot, V'kebbe. You two lend yer skills to the Maelstrom's investigation an' see what ye can whiddle about the culls what have already been sold.
72	68	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_020	<Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>, yer comin' with me. I think yer ready for the next step of yer education.
73	69	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_PERIMUHAURIMU_000_030	These Jolly Merchant bastards won't be so jolly once we catch up to 'em.
74	70	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_VKEBBE_000_035	I've no doubt you an' Jacke can handle a few ale-sodden pirates. But if ye need an extra set o' fambles, just say the word an' we'll be there.
75	71	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_CLIENT00144_000_040	Your aid─and confidentiality─in this matter is greatly appreciated. We can now focus on coordinating with the Yellowjackets to free those unfortunate folk already sold into slavery.
76	72	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_050	Shall we get after these slavin' cutthroats, then?
77	73	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_051	Our client tells me that the <Emphasis>Jolly Merchantman</Emphasis> set sail from Aleport a few bells ago.
78	74	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_052	Oh, aye, they might even board an imperial ship or two, but that's just some mummery they're puttin' on to amuse the Admiral's swads.
79	75	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_053	I reckoned the rest o' the crew'd be back on land, lookin' to snap the shackles on a fresh herd o' chattel. An' just to prove me theory right, one o' them Jolly bastards got himself spotted creepin' about the ruffmans in lower La Noscea.
80	76	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_054	There's a bene cove over at the Moraby Drydocks by the name o' Swarsynt what'll likely know the full story.
81	77	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_055	He's more of a shipwright than a rogue these days, but he keeps his glazes keen for the guild. Head over an' have yerself a prattle, an' I'll join ye soon-like.
82	78	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_060	Go speak with Swarsynt about that Jolly Merchant, an' I'll be with ye directly.
83	79	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_SWARSYNT_000_070	Aye...I know what you are. What can old Swarsynt do for you?
84	80	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_SWARSYNT_000_071	Hunting down Jolly Merchant slavers? Ah, well that explains a few things...
85	81	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_SWARSYNT_000_072	I was keeping an eye on the bustle about the Drydocks, you see, when I spied an odd trio off in the distance. This rough-looking sod─one of your pirates, I'd wager─was prodding along another bloke and this poor skinny lass. I've seen whipped curs less miserable than the two being herded.
86	82	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_SWARSYNT_000_073	Last I saw, they were headed south. If what you're saying about this slavery business is true, then that Jolly Merchant's not going to walk his charges all the way to market. No, he likely has a boat waiting for him.
87	83	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_SWARSYNT_000_074	And if I were a slaver headed south, my vessel would be hidden somewhere along the Salt Strand. That doesn't leave you much time.
88	84	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_SWARSYNT_000_075	You said Jacke was on his way, yes? You'd best go on ahead, and I'll point him in the right direction when he gets here.
89	85	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_SWARSYNT_000_080	Search the coast along the Salt Strand and you'll find your slavers. Shouldn't be long before Jacke arrives, so I'd stay out of sight until he joins you.
90	86	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_090	Swarsynt came through for us, eh? ...Now, what do we got here?
91	87	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_091	This one looks a charmer...
92	88	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_PIRATE00144_000_092	Soddin' <Emphasis>move</Emphasis>, I told ye! Me peg-legged grandma 'obbles quicker'n you miserable sacks o' shite!
93	89	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_PIRATE00144_000_093	...Or maybe ye need another thrashin', is that it!? Ye already forgot what 'appens when ye try me generous patience!?
94	90	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_POORLADY00144_000_094	I-I'm sorry! P-Please, no more beatings! We walked as fast as we could... But we need food...water...
95	91	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_PIRATE00144_000_095	Then get in the boat, an' shut yer traps! Ye'll get fed when we reach the other side.
96	92	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_POORLADY00144_000_096	The other side!? ...Where are you taking us!?
97	93	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_PIRATE00144_000_097	Are ye challengin' me, or just plain daft? I told ye to keep yer bleatin' mouth shut!
98	94	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_POORLADY00144_000_098	<whimper> I-I'm sorry... <sob> I didn't mean to... <sob>
99	95	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_PIRATE00144_000_099	Leviathan's scaly arse, she's weepin' again... Listen, we're 'eaded to Aleport, all right?
100	96	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_PIRATE00144_000_100	That's where me an' me shipmates gather to take stock o' the “merchandise,” an' decide what gets sold where.
101	97	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_PIRATE00144_000_101	Ye see, some buyers want only lads, while others is lookin' for lasses. As long as we keep these rich bastards 'appy, we make more coin than we ever did scrappin' with the Empire's war galleys!
102	98	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_PIRATE00144_000_102	Not that you care about that, I s'pose. What matters to <Emphasis>you</Emphasis> is that ye'll be loaded onto the <Emphasis>Jolly Merchantman</Emphasis>, sailed off to gods know where, and Limsa'll be a distant memory.
103	99	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_PIRATE00144_000_103	So if I was you, I'd fill that empty belly with one last big gobful o' sweet La Noscean sea breeze! Gahahahahaha!
104	100	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_104	I'm sore tempted to put a blade 'twixt his eyes here an' now, but that won't get the job done.
105	101	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_105	No, we'll let him guide us to his mates in Aleport...then we'll mill the whole bloody lot of 'em.
106	102	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_106	The Jolly Merchants'll get their due, don't ye worry about that.
107	103	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_107	...They've gone.
108	104	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_108	We'd best hurry to Aleport. Unless ye've a quicker way, there's a ferry what leaves from Candlekeep Quay. I'll meet ye across the water, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>lad</If>.
109	105	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_110	<Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>. That Jolly Merchant cove's still with his captives. Seems they've taken a room under an alias.
110	106	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_111	Hmph. Hidin' their operation in plain sight. Bold as brass, aye, but it's an old slaver's trick. See, even if some cull recognizes the “merchandise,” only a single handler gets boned. The rest o' the crew just whistles, all innocent-like, while their mate is marched off to cry cockles.
111	107	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_112	An' ye can bet they've threatened bloody murder for any prisoner what raises a hue an' cry...
112	108	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_113	Patience now, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>colt</If>. We'll just wait until we're sure that all these blackguards've arrived. Meanwhile, ye'd better sharpen yer stabbers─we've a busy night ahead of us.
113	109	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_120	Ready for the job, then? Once the Jolly Merchants are all here, we'll ambush the sods an' set their captives free.
114	110	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_121	...That ought to be long enough. We'll just have to hope there ain't any stragglers.
115	111	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_122	Listen closely now, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>colt</If>: the Merchants're disguised as plain old 'venturers, an' have settled 'emselves in three separate rooms here in Aleport.
116	112	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_123	...How do we whiddle which coves are the Merchants? Easy. Take a look at the daddles o' that bingo-swillin' cull over yonder.
117	113	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_124	He's wearin' lavender gloves─the exact same type what that nasty sod at the Salt Strand had on. That'll be how they find each other in a crowd.
118	114	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_125	'Course, it's also how I whiddled where each o' the bastards was stayin'. Just snilch the hopeless glazes o' the company they keep, an' ye can be sure ye've found yer mark.
119	115	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_126	So, here's the job all laid out for ye: we hit all three common rooms, mill the Merchants quick an' dirty-like, an' get those captives their bleedin' lives back. All right?
120	116	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_YELLOWJACKET00144_000_127	(-Angry Shout-)Oi! The storeroom door's been forced open! Some thievin' sod's been at the ale!
121	117	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_YELLOWJACKET00144_000_128	Well, they can't have gotten far! Better get the lads an' do a sweep of the port.
122	118	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_129	Ugh, was that Merchant cove gulpin' pilfered ale? Ye'd think they'd be doin' their best not to draw attention to 'emselves, all things considered. Bloody oafs...
123	119	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_130	An' now we've got a swarm o' Yellowjackets buzzin' about, lookin' for blood. If they spot us wanderin' 'round in the darkmans, I've a feelin' they'll axe first an' ask questions later.
124	120	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_131	It'd be best, then, if the patrols never even knew we was here.
125	121	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_132	We'll slip as sneaky as we can into each o' the common rooms, an' use them telltale lavender gloves to identify our marks. There's innocent culls in there as well, mind, so let's try not to stab any as don't deserve it, eh?
126	122	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_133	Once yer sure of yer target, hit 'em hard an' fast. We ain't lookin' for a fair fight─if ye see an openin', finish 'em off with that move what the colts like to call “Assassinate.” Bit dramatic for my taste, but dead is dead no matter what ye name it.
127	123	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_135	Hmmm. I'm thinkin' we should head out one at a time to better avoid them Yellowjackets, so I'll let ye take the lead. After you, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>.
128	124	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_CLIENT00144_000_139	I've just finished reading the report: in addition to liberating those unfortunate Lominsan citizens, you've done much to cripple the Jolly Merchants' slaving operation. Thank you. The Admiral shall be most pleased.
129	125	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_140	Not a bad night's work, eh, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>?
130	126	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_141	The Maelstrom'll be takin' care of them poor culls we freed, an' I've made sure none o' the Merchants we downed are like to get up again.
131	127	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_142	As for the <Emphasis>Jolly Merchantman</Emphasis>, well, her crew can expect a visit from the Admiral's finest galleys...an' it won't be for tea an' crumpets on the poopdeck.
132	128	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_143	Right, me natty <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>lad</If>! Our part in this is done! Time to head back to the Sisters.
133	129	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_POORLADY00144_000_144	Excuse me... Are you the ones who freed us?
134	130	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_145	Aye. Was there somethin' else we could do for ye, miss? The Maelstrom swads'll take ye home, if that's what yer worried about...
135	131	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_POORLADY00144_000_146	Oh, no, I know. I just wanted to... Thank you.
136	132	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_POORLADY00144_000_147	...If I may, there <Emphasis>was</Emphasis> one other thing I wished to tell you: moments before you rescued me, that dreadful pirate was muttering into his cups.
137	133	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_POORLADY00144_000_148	'Twas something about another raiding party that hadn't yet made it back...
138	134	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_149	I beg yer pardon!?
139	135	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_POORLADY00144_000_150	It seems they'd been hunting for slaves in western La Noscea, and, being so close to Aleport, our captor assumed they were out “roundin' up chattel until last bell.”
140	136	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_POORLADY00144_000_151	I just couldn't bear the thought of anyone else suffering as I have. Please, is there naught you can do?
141	137	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_152	There certainly is, miss. You just get yerself safely home an' leave this stray pack o' jackals to us.
142	138	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_POORLADY00144_000_153	I will pray for your success. Thank you again.
143	139	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_154	Heh, so much for savorin' a victory pint. I'll send word o' this development to Underfoot an' the Stray─we've some well-earned trade for the last o' these Jolly Merchants!
144	140	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_155	By the by... How's yer throwin' arm, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>? I think it's time I learned ye how to fling a proper blade.
145	141	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_156	When yer out in the wide open ruffmans, ye often find the need to sting a cove from a distance.
146	142	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_000_157	An' I'm sure a canny <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>lad</If> like yerself'll figure all sorts o' uses for a well-thrown dagger. Just keep it in mind for when we hunt down the rest o' them slavers!
147	143	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_QIB_TODO001	Defeat the Jolly Merchants and free the captives!
148	144	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_QIB_TODO002	Free captive villagers
149	145	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_BATTLETALK_01	Our marks are behind the doors up ahead. Don't let them Yellowjackets see you!
150	146	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_BATTLETALK_05	That looks to be the last of 'em. An' ye didn't even need my help!
151	147	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_BATTLETALK_06	Back into the shadows, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>lad</If>...
152	148	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_BATTLETALK_02	Gah, where'd these coves spring from!? Get to stabbin', <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>!
153	149	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_JACKE_BATTLETALK_03	Smooth, Jacke... Yer a proper dimber-damber...
154	150	TEXT_CLSROG150_00144_TARGET_BATTLETALK_04	'Ands off the merchandise! Ain't no one cuts into our profits!