ffxiv-datamining/csv/en/custom/007/JobDefRRP_00729.csv

1	0	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_DRUSILLA_000_000	It's always a pleasure to see you walk through those doors, Player. I know it's not very homely in here, but feel free to kick your feet up wheresoever you can.
2	1	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_Q1_000_000	What will you ask?
3	2	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_A1_000_001	How fare the Lemures?
4	3	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_A1_000_002	Can you tell me about reapers again?
5	4	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_A1_000_003	Nothing.
6	5	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_DRUSILLA_000_010	We're doin' as well as can be expected, all things considered. Arnegis left some shoes that're provin' hard to fill, and we've found ourselves with less gil at hand than we're accustomed to.
7	6	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_DRUSILLA_000_011	Hermin is doin' all she can, bless her heart. As much as she claims to hate usin' her head, she's shown a sharp mind for trade, and thanks to her our ceruleum business is gettin' back on track.
8	7	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_DRUSILLA_000_012	Arnegis's wife is makin' do, you'll be glad to hear. She's runnin' her own stall and doin' a fine job at it by all accounts. I just hope that if anyone in the family needs my help, I'll be around to give them what they need.
9	8	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_DRUSILLA_000_013	I've heard tell of what happened in Garlemald. Just because the Empire is gone, it doesn't mean that everyone who's fled its clutches has a burnin' desire to return home. I take it the Lemures will be in Ul'dah for some time yet.
10	9	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_DRUSILLA_000_020	A lot to take in, ain't it? As we've discussed, reapin' was passed down from my Garlean forebears in Locus Amoenus. A humble people who spent their days farmin', they were driven by invaders to an inhospitable waste...where they turned their tools to weapons.
11	10	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_DRUSILLA_000_021	But it ain't our scythes that people speak of in hushed whispers─it's our avatars. Through them do we receive a small measure of a voidsent's fathomless power, givin' us abilities that'd make even the most learned mages green with envy.
12	11	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_DRUSILLA_000_022	Of course, not everyone is able to bind themselves to the void, even if they're willin'. It takes a certain kind of person─a certain kind of *soul*─to resonate so deeply with a voidsent. One that thrives in the darkness as well as it flourishes in the light.
13	12	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_DRUSILLA_000_023	That's what I was referrin' to when I said you had the “killer instinct.” It's a rare sort of connection to the Thirteenth─much to Hermin's displeasure. For days she sat in front of one of those crystals, but heard not so much as a murmur from the other side. She was crestfallen, as you can imagine.
14	13	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_DRUSILLA_000_024	Those Garleans who are fortunate─although some might argue on that point─enough to be courted by the void are given gifts that nature has denied them. They're able to drink their fill of the world's aether, and much more besides.
15	14	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_DRUSILLA_000_025	For centuries my forebears were tied to the void, and we used the strength it gave us to defend hearth and home.
16	15	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_DRUSILLA_000_026	When invaders would threaten our borders, we'd be the ones to cut down their leaders. Under the cover of night we would strike, just another shadow cast by the embers of dyin' campfires. When the sun rose, only the dead would serve as trace of our presence.
17	16	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_DRUSILLA_000_027	Our enemies feared us, though they knew not what we were. Until the reign of Emperor Solus, that is. Now, when people think of the Empire, they think of magitek─that inexorable wave of hulkin' metal which few can withstand.
18	17	TEXT_JOBDEFRRP_00729_DRUSILLA_000_030	I've gotten so used to seein' the scythe strapped to your back, I nearly forgot what you looked like without it. Not as fierce, maybe, but you strike an impressive figure regardless.