ffxiv-datamining/csv/quest/029/JobMch700_02909.csv

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4	0	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_SEQ_00	Hilda has a message from the manufactory.
5	1	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_SEQ_01	Hilda informs you that Stephanivien has completed his examination of Hrunting. Make your way to the manufactory and learn what the chief machinist has discovered.
6	2	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_SEQ_02	Stephanivien reveals that the hilt of the sacred blade was altered to conceal a small training bomb. While lacking in lethality, the explosion would be sufficient to disrupt the ceremony and cast doubt upon Ser Aymeric's authority as well as the Hounds' competence. The chief machinist also mentions the circulation of nasty rumors, whose purpose appears to be to discredit the watch and thereby cripple the initiative to arm Ishgard's commoners. Seeking to make the most of this opportunity, Muscadain proposes a plan to catch the culprits red-handed. Return to the Brume, and discuss your part in this operation with Hilda.
7	3	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_SEQ_03	Hilda outlines the strategy, and you join Stephanivien and the others at Saint Valeroyant's Forum. After a tense few moments, the chief machinist's device locates a signal in the Brume, and you set off to confront the instigators of this underhanded plot. You discover a noblewoman holding the detonator, but she and her allies prove reluctant to yield to the Hounds' authority. Battle is joined, and with Ser Muscaidain's support, you eventually triumph over Baroness Melisie.
8	4	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_SEQ_04	The successful conclusion to the operation appears to have nurtured a measure of mutual respect between Hilda and Ser Muscadain. The Temple Knight's farewell, however, comes with an unexpected revelation: it would seem the two are brother and sister. Having acknowledged her sibling, and the part Stephanivien played in her maturation, Hilda is eager to return to the Brume once more.
9	5	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_SEQ_05	Rostnsthal deems the Hounds capable of carrying out their duties without further instruction, and takes his leave of Ishgard. Hilda thanks you for all you have done, her confidence leaving no doubt in your mind that the watch will earn even greater accolades in the days to come.
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28	24	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_TODO_00	Speak with Stephanivien.
29	25	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_TODO_01	Speak with Hilda.
30	26	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_TODO_02	Speak with Hilda.
31	27	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_TODO_03	Speak with Hilda.
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52	48	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_999_000	I signed on to teach Brume rats 'ow to shoot, an' the next thing I know I'm neck-deep in shite. I'd better be gettin' some extra coin for this investigation work...
53	49	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_000	We've just had a messenger from the manufactory: seems they've finished lookin' over the sword.
54	50	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_001	Let's head on over, and hear what Lord Stephanivien has to say.
55	51	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_SYMME_000_002	It's almost time for the ceremony. I wonder if them knight initiates are feeling nervous...
56	52	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_EUDESTAND_000_010	It don't matter what they did to that blade. The Hounds have a job to do, and we'll damn well do it.
57	53	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_011	Ready to go, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>? Lord Stephanivien'll be waitin' for us.
58	54	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_000_012	There's a storm brewin'... Time to cast our nets an' see what we can catch.
59	55	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_000_020	All the relevant parties appear to be present. If you would, Lord Stephanivien?
60	56	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_000_021	Very well. I'll cut straight to the point: I discovered a small bomb concealed inside the hilt of the sword.
61	57	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_000_022	This particular explosive was part of a batch intended for Temple Knight training purposes, and is designed to be detonated from a distance. I won't bore you with specifics, but I assure that I am quite familiar with its capabilities─after all, I was the one who made it.
62	58	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_023	Bloody hells... Someone went to a lot of trouble to sneak that bomb into the ceremony. An assassination attempt?
63	59	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_000_024	Unlikely. As I said, these bombs were designed for training exercises─even if you were grasping the hilt when it exploded, you wouldn't even lose a finger. Some nasty burns, at the worst.
64	60	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_000_025	That would be more than enough. If the sacred blade were to be dropped during the investitures, many in the crowd would interpret that as a sign from the Fury. The lord commander's authority would come into question, and responsibility for the incident would fall squarely upon the Hounds.
65	61	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_000_026	Ah, so someone wishes to discredit the watch beyond salvation. That would explain the ridiculous rumors presently circulating amongst the lords and ladies...
66	62	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_027	Rumors? What rumors?
67	63	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_000_028	Why, that Hrunting's theft and recovery was orchestrated entirely by the watch itself. Some of the more impressionable members of the nobility are convinced you armed bandits with firearms, instructed them to steal the sword, then captured them yourselves to elevate your standing.
68	64	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_000_029	Then the mood's already sour an' simmerin'. If the sword exploded on top o' that, it'd be like throwin' oil on the fire! Reason be damned, it'd be the watch's 'eads on the choppin' block!
69	65	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_000_030	Who could have instigated the gossip behind these baseless accusations? I ordered the events surrounding Hrunting's theft to be kept in the strictest of confidences...
70	66	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_Q1_000_000	Who began the rumors?
71	67	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_A1_000_001	The woman who arranged the theft.
72	68	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_A1_000_002	A treacherous Temple Knight.
73	69	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_040	Ah, well she would know all about it, wouldn't she?
74	70	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_050	That's a possiblity, I'll grant you. But I'm more inclined to lay the blame at the foot of this lady client who started the whole mess.
75	71	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_000_060	I suspect this villainess fears the threat to the status quo, and the high profile of the Hounds has made you a target. A strike against you is a strike against the idea of <Emphasis>any</Emphasis> commoner bearing the power of a firearm...
76	72	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_061	I'm flattered to know we've become so important, but she picked the wrong pack of dogs to corner. Now it's our turn to go on the hunt.
77	73	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_000_062	Goin' after the mastermind, eh? I'm all for a bit o' retribution, but we'll need a better description than “overpainted wench.”
78	74	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_000_063	Fortunately, my prospectometer and I are one step ahead of you this time! As soon as I discovered the bomb, I set to work crafting a device that would help us pinpoint the location of its paired detonator.
79	75	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_000_064	...And thus lead us directly to the one who holds it. I propose we simply proceed with the ceremony as planned, and catch this fool red-handed.
80	76	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_065	Not a bad plan─as long as we're prepared for any accomplices she might have lurkin' along with her.
81	77	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_000_066	The ceremony is almost upon us. Let us steel ourselves for the task ahead.
82	78	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_067	We'll sort out our strategy, then head back to the Brume. Meet us there when you're ready, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>.
83	79	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_SYMME_000_068	Don't you worry about the ceremony's security─it's what we've been training for. We'll show them blue bloods just how far we've come!
84	80	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_EUDESTAND_000_069	Go and take care of them bastards as tried to frame us. Oh, and keep an eye on Hilda while you're at it, eh?
85	81	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_000_070	I weren't plannin' on doin' more'n teach trigger work, but to the 'ells with it. Let's catch these bastards, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>.
86	82	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_000_071	I have some final calibrations to make to the detection device. It may need further adjustments as it hones in on the signal, so I shall be on hand to assist you at Saint Valeroyant's Forum.
87	83	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_080	Right, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>, the ceremony's about to begin. Here's the plan.
88	84	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_081	Muscadain and the other Hounds'll be handlin' security as scheduled, so as not to arouse suspicion.
89	85	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_082	We reckon the lady'll have someone watchin' the proceedings, ready to tell her the best moment to detonate that little bomb─likely right as the blade rests on an initiate's shoulder. That's how I'd do it, anyhow.
90	86	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_100_082	The watcher shouldn't be too hard to spot, and the Hounds can nab him before he gets away.
91	87	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_083	Meanwhile, we'll be waitin' at Saint Valeroyant's Forum with Stephanivien's device, ready to move as soon as we're sure of the detonator's location.
92	88	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_084	Bring your best ammunition, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>. If this woman can organize a clear route through the Vault, then she's like to have worse than a few ragged bandits on her side...
93	89	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_000_500	...What's takin' so long, boss? The ceremony's already begun.
94	90	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_000_501	Some quiet, if you will! If I can catch the exact moment the detonator is activated...
95	91	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_000_502	I have it! The signal came from the far edge of the Brume!
96	92	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_503	The smug bastards are hidin' right in our home territory. Right, then. We'd best go give 'em a proper bloody welcome!
97	93	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MELISIE_000_504	This is Melisie. Is the crowd enjoying our little spec─ What!? Nothing!? Not even a puff of smoke!?
98	94	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_505	Surprise! We found your bomb.
99	95	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MELISIE_000_506	The Hounds!
100	96	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_507	...I know you. You're that noble bitch what ignored me outside the Vault. In the right place at the right time to plant that bandit rumor, eh? And I suppose you was the one who penned that contract of sale, too.
101	97	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MELISIE_000_508	Wh-What nonsense is this!? I have no memory of fraternizing with commoners!
102	98	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_509	Hah, got your attention this time, didn't I? A good thing, too, since I've a wagon-load more questions for you. Here's one: are your inquisitor friends there goin' to come quietly?
103	99	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_TEMPLEKIGHTLEADER02909_000_510	(-???-)You and your “Hounds” will be the only ones surrending their arms this day.
104	100	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_TEMPLEKIGHTLEADER02909_000_512	Not only have you interfered with official inquisitorial business, you've also insulted and accused an innocent member of the nobility. Mayhap a spell in the dungeons will remind you of your station!
105	101	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_000_513	Now, see here! The Hounds have solid evidence that these individuals are party to a serious crime. Speak with Ser Muscadain, and all will all be expl─
106	102	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_000_514	Ah, now we meet the rest o' the rats. If ye was wonderin' 'ow the noble wench got 'old of a trainin' bomb or cleared a route through the Vault for them bandits, then 'ere's yer answer. I reckoned they'd show their whiskers sooner or later.
107	103	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_515	You're sworn to protect Ishgard, and you choose to throw your lot in with this highborn dolt? Ser Aymeric's fightin' to keep the city from tearin' itself apart! Why don't you just stab a blade in his back, while you're at it?
108	104	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MELISIE_000_516	Hmph. The time for empty bravado has passed, child. We are not common savages─give yourselves up, and I promise you shall live to see the morrow.
109	105	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_517	Hah, you can stick that “promise” right up your arse. That common enough for you?
110	106	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_518	This is over. In our authority as Ishgard's watch, we're takin' you in for the crimes of larceny, insurgency, and general bloody idiocy!
111	107	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_100_100	That went well. ...Wait, where's the noblewoman?
112	108	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_110_100	Bah, the wench must've slipped away while we was in the thick of it. She can't 'ave gotten far!
113	109	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_120_100	There! She flees towards the Arc!
114	110	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_130_100	<Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>!? Come on, you lot! After her!
115	111	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MELISIE_000_100	Aid, ser knight! I know not their grievance, but these lowborn ruffians seek to cause me harm!
116	112	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_000_101	Let us dispense with the theatrics, Baroness Melisie. After capturing your accomplice at the ceremony, it was surprisingly easy to prise free the details of your plan.
117	113	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MELISIE_000_102	You have sided with these...these common curs!? I'd thought you a proud member of the nobility! As one of the chosen few, how can you countenance any act that places power in the filthy hands of the Brume-born!?
118	114	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_000_103	The chosen few? An accident of birth allowed us the privilege to fight for our nation, and I for one welcome our new comrades-in-arms. Your actions brand you an enemy of Ishgard, and you will pay for your crimes!
119	115	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MELISIE_000_104	This is blasphemy─I am an inquisitor! You betray your bloodline, and thus it falls to me to excise the corruption seeping into our nation's veins!
120	116	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_000_600	...It is finished.
121	117	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_000_601	The baroness and her cronies believe that none but the nobility are fit to lead Ishgard's people. They resented efforts to bring highborn and lowborn closer in standing, and 'twould seem that the Hounds' formation was too great a threat to be endured.
122	118	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_602	All we want's a little respect and the strength to defend our home. What are they so bloody afraid of?
123	119	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_000_603	They fear the erosion of their status, and I must confess to feeling a whisper of that unreasoning terror. Had I succumbed to my jealousy and hate, I may have joined them upon their twisted path.
124	120	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_000_604	But I had misjudged you. I believed you so reviled the circumstances of your birth, that you sought only to bring ruin upon Ishgard.
125	121	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_605	Until recently, you wouldn't have been far off the mark. It was <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/> and Ser Aymeric who convinced me that fightin' for change was a damn sight more worthwhile than addin' to the misery.
126	122	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_000_606	...Indeed.
127	123	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_000_607	Pray forgive the barbs I have slung at you and your Hounds, Captain. I have been blind to the courage and determination of the commonfolk, and I humbly request that the watch continue to aid us in the defense of the city.
128	124	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_608	...You didn't deserve all the spite I spat at you, neither. I see <Emphasis>his</Emphasis> face when I look at you, and I just can't bloody help myself. I'll try to work on that, though, eh?
129	125	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_000_609	I must go now and see to the processing of the prisoners. ...Be well, Sister.
130	126	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_000_610	...Sister!?
131	127	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_000_200	You are siblings, then? I was unaware that you and Ser Muscadain were so closely connected.
132	128	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_201	Left that part out, did I? Aye, he's my half-brother─born to another woman after my darlin' dad cast my mum back onto the streets.
133	129	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_000_202	Well, that's... That ain't a thing what ye just blurt out now, is it?
134	130	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_203	Not summat I bring up often, no. And I don't reckon Muscadain was too keen on declarin' his relation to the Mongrel, especially after he'd inherited the old man's estate.
135	131	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_000_204	Well, might be as ye can put that bad blood behind ye now. Better'n drownin' in it, anyroad.
136	132	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_205	Might be as you're right, Rostnsthal.
137	133	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_000_206	A most admirable woman you've become, my dear, not to mention a champion to the people of the Brume. It seems I was right to put that firearm in your hand.
138	134	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_206	And I thank you for takin' that gamble. You gave me more'n just a weapon that day: you gave me control over my fate. If it weren't for you, I'd likely still be scroungin' in the street and cursin' at the sky.
139	135	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_000_207	'Tis gratifying indeed to see how far you've come.
140	136	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_000_208	Now, I really must return to the workshop. This mountain of commissions only grows larger the longer I neglect it...as Joye would so sharply remind me!
141	137	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_209	We'd best get back to the Brume, ourselves. Symme and Eudestand'll be wonderin' what's become of us.
142	138	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_SYMME_000_210	We did it, eh? After all that, the ceremony went smooth as a babe's backside! I wonder what our next assignment'll be...
143	139	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_EUDESTAND_000_211	After seein' how them Temple Knights handled guard duty, I realized a few things the Hounds could stand to do better. A bit more trainin' and a bit more discipline, and we'll get there.
144	140	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_000_212	Our job 'ere is finished, wouldn't ye say, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>?
145	141	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_000_213	Thank you, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>. With your and Rostnsthal's assistance, Hilda and her Hounds have carved themselves a proper place in the city. Ah, my prospectometer never steers me wrong!
146	142	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_220	The sword's been returned, the baroness is in fetters, and the Hounds have shown themselves a force to be reckoned with. Happy endings all round, eh?
147	143	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_000_221	Yer lads an' lasses was a bit rough to start with, but I can't rightly call 'em pups anymore. Ye'll do fine without us, I'd say.
148	144	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_222	What, so you're both leavin', then? I thought you'd have a few more tricks to share...
149	145	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_000_223	Don't start whinin' now, lass. We've given ye the tools an' the foundation─ye can build the rest o' the bleedin' house yerself.
150	146	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_224	Aye, that we can. Thank you...
151	147	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_000_225	Alright, let's not get all bloody sentimental, then. I'm off. Fair winds to ye, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>.
152	148	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_000_226	Our thanks to you as well, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>. Come back and visit when you can─I'm sure the Hounds'll have some new stories to tell!
153	149	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_QIB_001_TODO_1	Defeat the knights and inquisitors!
154	150	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_QIB_001_TODO_2	Defeat Baroness Melisie!
155	151	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_BATTLETALK_FST_001_001	Go ahead and resist us, then. I bloody dare you.
156	152	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MELISIE_BATTLETALK_FST_001_002	How <Emphasis>dare</Emphasis> you speak to me in such a manner! Dispose of this lowborn filth!
157	153	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MELISIE_BATTLETALK_SEC_001_001	I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!
158	154	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_BATTLETALK_SEC_001_001	'Twould seem we are past talking. Forward, Hounds!
159	155	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MELISIE_BATTLETALK_SEC_002_001	<growl> I will turn to heresy if I must! Perish by fire and fang!
160	156	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_BATTLETALK_SEC_002_002	...Did she just quaff the blood of a dragon!? I'd heard the tales, but to see the transformation firsthand...
161	157	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_BATTLETALK_SEC_002_003	Can't say I expected that from an inquisitor. She's lost her bloody marbles!
162	158	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MELISIE_BATTLETALK_SEC_002_004	Gahahahahaha! Death to the lowborn! Death to all vermin!
163	159	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MELISIE_BATTLETALK_SEC_003_001	Gahahahahaha! Burn! Burn in righteous flame!
164	160	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MELISIE_BATTLETALK_SEC_004_001	You have defiled my beloved Ishgard! I will turn this city to ash!
165	161	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_BATTLETALK_SEC_004_002	I don't like the looks o' that fireball. Better do summat, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>!
166	162	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_BATTLETALK_SEC_004_003	I've got your back, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>! Come over to me!
167	163	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_HILDA_BATTLETALK_DEAD	Like a dog...in the gutter...
168	164	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_ROSTNSTHAL_BATTLETALK_DEAD	Should've stayed in the pub...
169	165	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_BATTLETALK_DEAD	Blast... I must bow out...
170	166	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_MUSCADAIN_BATTLETALK_DEAD	Forgive me...
171	167	TEXT_JOBMCH700_02909_STEPHANIVIEN_BATTLETALK_SEC_003_002	（★未使用／削除予定★）