ffxiv-datamining/exd-explorer/leve.exh_en.csv

1	Index	0 [0x0][0x0]	1 [0x0][0x4]	2 [0x6][0x24]	3 [0x6][0x28]	4 [0x6][0x2c]	5 [0x5][0x54]	6 [0x3][0x58]	7 [0x3][0x59]	8 [0x6][0x30]	9 [0x6][0x34]	10 [0x6][0x38]	11 [0x19][0x5e]	12 [0x3][0x5a]	13 [0x6][0x3c]	14 [0x6][0x40]	15 [0x6][0x44]	16 [0x6][0x48]	17 [0x6][0x4c]	18 [0x1a][0x5e]	19 [0x3][0x5b]	20 [0x9][0x8]	21 [0x7][0xc]	22 [0x7][0x10]	23 [0x6][0x14]	24 [0x6][0x18]	25 [0x3][0x5c]	26 [0x3][0x5d]	27 [0x7][0x1c]	28 [0x6][0x50]	29 [0x1b][0x5e]	30 [0x7][0x20]	31 [0x5][0x56]
2	0			0	0	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	false	0	0	0	1	20011	0	true	0	1.0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	true	0	14
3	1	リーヴテスト01	グリダニア園芸テスト10-0	1	3	2	1	5	1	1	123	123	false	18	85	0	17	80012	131074	true	4	1.5	0	77777	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	67
4	2	リーヴテスト02	グリダニア園芸テスト10-1	1	3	2	1	5	1	1	123	123	false	18	85	0	17	80012	131073	true	4	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	67
5	3	リーヴテスト03	グリダニア園芸テスト10-2	1	3	2	1	5	1	1	123	123	false	18	85	0	17	80012	131075	true	4	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	67
6	4	リーヴテスト04	グリダニア園芸テスト10-3	1	3	2	1	5	1	1	123	123	false	18	85	0	17	80012	131076	true	4	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	67
7	5	リーヴテスト05	園芸テスト用リーヴ	1	3	2	1	5	1	1	123	123	false	18	85	0	17	80012	131076	true	4	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	67
8	6	リーヴテスト06	グリダニア傭兵(耐久1)	1	16	2	1	5	1	1	123	123	false	34	75	0	17	80012	196609	true	4	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	14
9	7	リーヴテスト07	グリダニア傭兵(耐久2)	2	17	2	1	5	1	2	123	123	false	34	75	0	17	80012	196610	true	4	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	14
10	8	リーヴテスト08	グリダニア傭兵(耐久3)	1	18	2	1	5	1	3	123	123	true	34	75	0	17	80012	196611	true	4	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	14
11	9	リーヴテスト09	グリダニア傭兵(懐柔1)	2	16	2	1	5	1	1	123	123	false	34	75	0	17	80012	196612	true	4	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	14
12	10	リーヴテスト10	グリダニア傭兵(懐柔2)	1	1	2	1	5	1	2	123	123	false	34	75	0	17	80012	65551	true	4	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	14
13	11	リーヴテスト11	グリダニア傭兵(サーチ1)	2	1	2	1	5	1	3	123	123	false	34	75	0	17	80012	65538	true	4	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	14
14	12	リーヴテスト12	グリダニア傭兵(サーチ2)	1	1	2	1	5	1	1	123	123	true	34	75	0	17	80012	65553	true	4	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	14
15	13	リーヴテスト13	グリダニア傭兵(サーチ3)	2	1	2	1	5	1	2	123	123	false	34	75	0	17	80012	65554	true	4	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	14
16	14	リーヴテスト14	グリダニア傭兵(見破り1)	1	1	2	1	5	1	3	123	123	false	34	75	0	17	80012	65555	true	4	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	14
17	15	リーヴテスト15	グリダニア傭兵(見破り2)	2	1	2	1	5	1	1	123	123	true	34	75	0	17	80012	65556	true	4	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	14
18	16	リーヴテスト16	傭兵テスト用リーヴ	2	1	2	52	5	10	1	123	123	true	34	75	0	17	80012	65557	true	0	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	14
19	17	リーヴテスト17	傭兵テスト用リーヴ	2	1	2	52	5	10	1	123	123	true	34	75	0	17	80012	65558	true	1	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	14
20	18	リーヴテスト18	傭兵テスト用リーヴ	2	1	2	54	5	10	1	123	123	true	34	75	0	17	80012	65559	true	2	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	14
21	19	リーヴテスト19	傭兵テスト用リーヴ	2	1	2	54	5	10	1	123	123	true	34	75	0	17	80012	65560	true	3	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	14
22	20	リーヴテスト20	傭兵テスト用リーヴ	2	1	2	56	5	10	1	123	123	true	34	75	0	17	80012	65561	true	4	1.0	0	0	0	0	6	1	4104768	110001	true	0	14
23	21	In with the New	Anticipating an influx of new recruits, the Order of the Twin Adder has requested that Black Rabbit Traders supply them with a large quantity of spears. To ensure the weapons' timely delivery, the consortium is appealing to any carpenters willing to lend their talents.	9	5	2	1	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917649	true	0	1.0	728	94	2	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
24	22	Touch and Heal	Company regulations state that all Order of the Twin Adder units must employ at least one conjurer at all times, so that he or she may attend to the wounds of any injured unit members. To see that the healers are able to endure the constant running about the position requires, the company is in constant need of basic, durable footwear and seeks local carpenters to assist in their creation.	9	5	2	1	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917650	true	0	1.0	860	94	2	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
25	23	A Clogful of Camaraderie	On the night when recruits complete their basic training and are inducted into the Wood Wailers' hallowed ranks, each is given a pair of wooden clogs which symbolizes the forest's enduring support. Happily, the clogs also make admirable receptacles for the copious amounts of mead which the initiates are honor-bound to consume before the sun rises. A new batch of green recruits is scheduled to be sworn in over the next few suns, and the Lancers' Guild seeks skilled carpenters to help prepare the footwear to be presented during the ceremony.	19	5	2	1	0	1	0	90	90	false	9	76	0	54	80012	917651	true	0	1.0	720	93	2	0	19	5	2648092	110010	true	0	14
26	24	Bowing Out	While in pursuit of an escaped firestarter imp, a unit of Wood Wailers chased the changeling into a Gods' Quiver storehouse. Thus cornered, the imp unsuccessfully attempted to burn its way out of the building, and was quickly subdued─though not before it had reduced several crates of shortbows to ashes. Conscious of their culpability, the Wood Wailers have agreed to replace all the damaged arms with new ones and are currently seeking local carpenters to assist them.	19	5	2	1	0	1	0	90	90	false	9	76	0	54	80012	917655	true	0	1.0	584	93	3	0	18	5	2648092	110010	true	0	14
27	25	Got Your Back	Ixali invaders will oft arrive to the battlefield in baskets carried by lighter-than-air balloons. This gives their archers an extreme advantage, while putting many of our men in danger of taking an arrow. When searching for a way to better protect those fighting on the ground, we found that simply having them wear a shield on their backs improves survival rates threefold. To see all of our units equipped with this potentially life-saving device, the Wood Wailers are hiring competent carpenters to craft wooden shields in bulk.	19	5	2	1	0	1	0	90	90	false	9	76	0	54	80012	917656	true	0	1.0	1770	94	3	0	18	5	2648092	110010	true	0	14
28	26	Gridania's Got Talent	The Homunculi─a band of traveling bards known for their golden locks, honey-tongues, and flamboyant raiments─have the maidens of Gridania swooning. Their popularity is so great, in fact, that many of the sylvan city-state's menfolk have taken up the harp with dreams of emulating the bards─in particular, Homunculus high harpist Nolan Ninestring. Never ones to allow a business opportunity to slip through their fingers, Black Rabbit Traders are seeking skilled carpenters to prepare maple lumber for their contracted crafters, it being their intention to produce a range of attractive yet affordable harps.	9	5	2	1	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917657	true	0	1.0	720	94	3	0	19	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
29	27	Bows for the Boys	Anticipating an influx of new recruits, the Order of the Twin Adder has requested that Black Rabbit Traders supply them with a large quantity of bows. To ensure the weapons' timely delivery, the consortium is appealing to any carpenters willing to lend their talents.	9	5	2	5	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917652	true	0	1.0	2274	117	4	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
30	28	Shields for the Serpents	Anticipating an influx of new recruits, the Order of the Twin Adder has requested that Black Rabbit Traders supply it with a large quantity of shields. To ensure the items' timely delivery, the consortium is appealing to any carpenters willing to lend their talents.	9	5	2	5	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917653	true	0	1.0	2514	140	4	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
31	29	Spears and Sorcery	In the aftermath of the Calamity, the Wood Wailers found themselves ill equipped to solve the problems that confronted them, spears being of little benefit to the sick and wounded. At the recommendation of Stillglade Fane, many of the guild's lancers accordingly took up staves and crooks that they might wield the magicks of the conjurers and thereby help set the city-state's people back on their feet. Five years on, this practice has become official policy, each new member of the Wood Wailers now being required to learn several basic restorative spells. To aid their training, the guild requires large quantities of conjurers' arms and seeks talented carpenters to craft them.	19	5	2	5	0	1	0	90	90	false	9	76	0	54	80012	917654	true	0	1.0	3430	116	4	0	19	5	2648092	110010	true	0	14
32	30	Leaving without Leave	For every five recruits who complete their training at the Bannock, there are ten who prove unable to cope with the rigorous daily drills and abandon their brothers. As one might expect, most of these deserters fail to return the equipment issued to them, resulting in a constant shortage of spears and bows for new initiates. The Wood Wailers are seeking to purchase spare arms and will generously reward carpenters for each weapon produced and delivered.	19	5	2	5	0	1	0	90	90	false	9	76	0	54	80012	917658	true	0	1.0	2106	117	5	0	18	5	2648092	110010	true	0	14
33	31	A Sword in Hand	For many Ixal, the weapon of choice is the sword, meaning that training new Wood Wailer recruits on how to use one's spear to defend against the flurry of a short blade is crucial to ensuring their success in combat. The wooden swords used in these rigorous exercises are damaged easily, and therefore a constant supply is required to make sure that not a day of training is missed. Quick-working carpenters are sought to replenish depleted Wood Wailer supplies.	19	5	2	5	0	1	0	90	90	false	9	76	0	54	80012	917659	true	0	1.0	4044	142	5	0	18	5	2648092	110010	true	0	14
34	32	Compulsory Conjury	An edict recently passed by Stillglade Fane requiring all children between the ages of six and nine to train in the art of conjury has parents scrambling to find reasonably priced canes and crooks. To make sure they are not undersold by any second-rate foreign merchant, Black Rabbit Traders are urgently seeking carpenters willing to lend their services in the crafting of various conjurers' arms.	9	5	2	5	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917660	true	0	1.0	3160	116	5	0	19	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
35	33	Citizens' Canes	The recent rise in the number of adventurers entering Gridania has caused demand for canes and crooks to increase dramatically─so much so, in fact, that the woodworkers of the Oak Atrium cannot craft enough to replenish the stocks of the local weaponry shops. To help bear this burden, Black Rabbit Traders are currently seeking Disciples of the Hand with applicable skills.	9	5	2	10	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917523	true	0	1.0	5132	142	6	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
36	34	On the Move	Now that many of the roads connecting the four corners of Eorzea are safe for normal passage, Disciples of the Hand from across the realm are once again bringing their talents to Gridania. And, with this many skilled crafters gathered here in the city-state, the demand for quality tools is high. To see that the demand is met, Black Rabbit Traders are seeking the help of local carpenters.	9	5	2	10	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917524	true	0	1.0	4460	142	6	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
37	35	Raise the Roof	The pillars which support the stable roofs have grown old and rotten. We have repeatedly petitioned the Oak Atrium to send us lumber for use in the rebuilding effort, but equivalent projects in other locations have always been given priority, Bentbranch Meadows apparently being too remote to warrant timely assistance. As no delivery of lumber seems imminent, we have opted to petition independent carpenters to help us with our conundrum.	5	5	2	10	0	1	0	94	94	false	9	76	0	54	80012	917525	true	0	1.0	6066	239	6	0	19	5	2119045	110002	true	0	14
38	36	Say It with Spears	Were it not for the tireless efforts of the Wood Wailers, Bentbranch Meadows would be overrun with bloodthirsty beasts and unchivalrous rogues. To express our undying gratitude to the brave sentries who patrol our lands, we wish to present each one with a new spear, decorated with crow feathers found in the brush. All we require now are skilled crafters to complete the items.	5	5	2	10	0	1	0	94	94	false	9	76	0	54	80012	917505	true	0	1.0	5132	145	7	0	18	5	2119045	110002	true	0	14
39	37	Life's a Stitch	No matter how well crafted, saddles and blankets are bound to suffer wear when used day in and day out. Purchasing new equipment would prove too much of a burden on our coffers, so we have our chocobokeeps do all the necessary repairs. However, when their repair equipment is damaged, there is little the keeps can do, and that is when we turn to local carpenters to provide us with the proper tools to keep our birds happy.	5	5	2	10	0	1	0	94	94	false	9	76	0	54	80012	917506	true	0	1.0	4820	192	7	0	18	5	2119045	110002	true	0	14
40	38	Shielding Sales	Since the Conjurers' Guild reopened its doors to new recruits, prospective mages from across the realm have been flocking to Gridania, hoping to learn the ancient art of conjury and perhaps earn themselves a much-coveted place in Stillglade Fane. This has created serious demand for affordable shields, and after several moons of nigh on nonstop business, Black Rabbit Traders find their supply running dangerously low. Crafters with skill in carpentry are sought to help replenish the consortium's warehouses.	9	5	2	10	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917507	true	0	1.0	11616	142	7	0	19	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
41	39	Re-crating the Scene	Several nights ago, a Wood Wailer recruit stationed in Nine Ivies for training was caught attempting to make off with a crate of spare weapons from one of the local supply tents. Under questioning, the young man revealed that he had been stealing crates since the previous fortnight and selling their contents to merchants from Ul'dah. The recruit has since been dismissed from the Wailers and exiled from the Twelveswood, but the crates he sold have not been recovered. To replace the lost items, the Wood Wailers have come to Black Rabbit Traders, and now Maisenta is seeking skilled carpenters to assist her in fulfilling the order.	9	5	2	15	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917526	true	0	1.0	8454	197	8	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
42	40	Nightmare on My Street	A rumor that the popular “Cure” spell can help to calm children experiencing nightmares has prompted parents across the city-state to dabble in the arts of conjury. This, in turn, has increased the demand for quality conjury arms. To ensure their supply will not run dry, Black Rabbit Traders seek the talents of skilled woodworkers.	9	5	2	15	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917527	true	0	1.0	8764	196	8	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
43	41	Driving up the Wall	Recent small-scale skirmishes with Ixali warriors have given the Wood Wailers stationed at the newly constructed Josselin's Spire cause to worry that the current walls would not withstand a full-blown attack. Hoping to render the tower resistant to battering rams and other siege weaponry, the Wailers have decided to clad the walls with hundreds of extra planks. Vivandier Ayled the Steadfast will handsomely reward any able Disciples of the Hand willing to assist her in this endeavor.	7	5	2	15	0	1	0	107	107	false	9	76	0	55	80012	917528	true	0	1.0	12172	292	8	0	19	5	2255476	110004	true	0	14
44	42	Nothing to Hide	The Wood Wailers are currently conducting training exercises for new recruits, and require a fresh supply of masks to replace those damaged during their rigorous drills. Ayled the Steadfast is commissioning willing and able carpenters to create the requisite items and deliver them to her.	7	5	2	15	0	1	0	107	107	false	9	76	0	55	80012	917511	true	0	1.0	12218	200	9	0	18	5	2255476	110004	true	0	14
45	43	What You Need	In the past fortnight, gladiators from Ul'dah seeking to purchase high-quality shields have had to be turned away from Ayled the Steadfast's tents for lack of inventory. If news of her not being able to accommodate her patrons were to spread, it may result in prospective buyers taking their custom elsewhere. To prevent this, the independent vivandier is looking to purchase a significant quantity of shields and will pay top gil for each one.	7	5	2	15	0	1	0	107	107	false	9	76	0	55	80012	917512	true	0	1.0	7744	142	9	0	18	5	2255476	110004	true	0	14
46	44	Bowing to Necessity	To improve Gridania's capacity to respond swiftly to both internal and external threats, the Gods' Quiver has ordered that sentries be stationed in strategic locations throughout the Twelveswood. Before the archers can take up their posts, however, they require new bows to replace those recently stolen in a raid by a band of delinquent sylphs. Black Rabbit Traders seek skilled carpenters to craft the requested items.	9	5	2	15	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917513	true	0	1.0	11616	145	9	0	19	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
47	45	As the Worm Turns	To replace a cache of worm-eaten canes and staves, Stillglade Fane is petitioning adventurers with training in carpentry to craft new arms, offering a sizable sum of gil for each complete delivery.	9	5	2	20	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917529	true	0	1.0	12746	239	10	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
48	46	Behind the Mask	Once every full moon, the Wood Wailers conduct a ceremony in which they create a giant pyre and set alight wooden masks to honor the spirits of those spears who fell at the Battle of Carteneau, five summers past. Black Rabbit Traders have been commissioned to provide the masks, and they now seek talented woodworkers to assist them in completing the order in time.	9	5	2	20	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917530	true	0	1.0	7331	444	10	0	26	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
49	47	Militia on My Mind	While the Wood Wailers have men and women stationed at almost every major outpost in the Twelveswood, they cannot be everywhere at once, so it is crucial that those people living outside the protective walls of Gridania are capable of defending themselves. Representatives from the Lancers' Guild travel the forest, offering free training programs to all interested, but require the help of carpenters to create the weapons used in the exercises.	13	5	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	9	76	0	56	80012	917531	true	0	1.0	18328	204	10	0	19	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
50	48	Grinding It Out	A good sharp spear can spell the difference between life and death, so all Wood Wailers are taught early on to tend to their weapons daily. While many of those stationed in the field rely on whetstones carried in their satchels, lancers given assignments in larger outposts employ grinding wheels to give the spearheads a wickedly sharp edge. The unit stationed in Quarrymill has issued a request for the construction and delivery of these wheels, and are offering a sizable sum of gil in return.	13	5	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	9	76	0	56	80012	917517	true	0	1.0	13250	244	11	0	18	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
51	49	Polearms Aplenty	Recent raids perpetrated by the Ixal have shown Quarrymill's fortifications to be insufficient for keeping the beast tribe at bay. To bolster the hamlet's defenses, the Wood Wailers have ordered that the main gates be reinforced with sharp-tipped spears, and will handsomely reward any able Disciples of the Hand willing to lend their talents in crafting the supplies needed.	13	5	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	9	76	0	56	80012	917518	true	0	1.0	5073	209	11	0	26	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
52	50	Wall Not Found	The forest has become as a beach, for the Ixal roll in as regular as the tides. This gap in our perimeter wall is therefore a just cause for alarm and recrimination, even if there happens to be a fine new walnut bench under the kissing tree. Replacement wood must be found, and quickly.	13	5	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	9	76	0	56	80012	917519	true	0	1.0	18524	246	11	0	18	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
53	51	Daddy's Little Girl	A wealthy patron's daughter has recently completed her basic training, prompting her family to celebrate by rewarding the young woman's entire graduating class with personally inscribed shields. Black Rabbit Traders seek carpenters to create shields decorated with a white serpent and deliver them immediately to Maisenta Hawke in New Gridania. The inscription work will be handled by a third party.	9	5	2	25	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917673	true	0	1.0	19770	263	12	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
54	52	Tools for the Tools	After a long night of drinking at the local alehouse, a pair of young Wood Wailers stationed in Quarrymill stumbled into a barn and proceeded to have mock sword fights with the tools found inside, damaging several in the process. The culprits have been properly punished, but now comes the question of replacing the broken items. The Lancers' Guild is offering to pay carpenters (with gil taken from the recruits' salaries) for the crafting of several new forks which, in addition to maiming beasts, can also be used in cultivating fields.	13	5	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	9	76	0	56	80012	917674	true	0	1.0	31420	316	12	0	19	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
55	53	Armoires of the Rich and Famous	Furnishings made of high-quality walnut have grown quite popular amongst the rich merchants refurbishing their post-Calamity residences─so popular, in fact, that the Carpenters' Guild cannot keep up with the demand. Black Rabbit Traders believe this is the perfect opportunity for them to strengthen their foothold in the sultanate, and seek independent carpenters to help them create a sufficient quantity of walnut lumber to do so.	9	5	2	25	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917675	true	0	1.0	11115	465	12	0	26	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
56	54	Storm of Swords	For many Ixal, the weapon of choice is the sword. This means that training the Gridanian smallfolk on how to best defend against the flurry of a short blade is crucial to ensuring their survival should they become the victims of a surprise attack. The wooden swords used in these rigorous exercises are damaged easily, and therefore a constant supply is required to make sure that not a day of training is missed. Quick-working carpenters are sought to replenish depleted Wood Wailer supplies.	13	5	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	9	76	0	56	80012	917676	true	0	1.0	22066	245	13	0	18	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
57	55	Toys of Summer	A “cicada” is what some in the hamlets call a Wood Wailer's lance, for it is years in the wielding yet moments in the breaking; daily a lance shatters in battle, filling the woods with its fleeting song. For every lance that breaks, a new one must be fashioned─for Gridania, and the elementals!	13	5	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	9	76	0	56	80012	917677	true	0	1.0	29450	323	13	0	18	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
58	56	Heal Away	As important as it is for the residents of hamlets such as Quarrymill and Hyrstmill to be trained in the arts of war should they be attacked by the Ixal, it is just as important that they have basic knowledge in the art of healing. Every moon, the Wood Wailers travel to these remote villages to conduct simple lessons on spellcasting so that the people can better prepare themselves for danger. The staves and canes used in these lessons are given to the village folk afterwards, meaning that the guild is in constant need for newly crafted conjurers' arms.	13	5	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	9	76	0	56	80012	917678	true	0	1.0	8505	248	13	0	26	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
59	57	Knock on Wood	Master Gegeruju's moods grow dangerously erratic with the coming of the foehn winds. A distraction is urgently needed, and the master's fondness for fine hardwood swords will serve. We seek a discreet and skilled artisan to produce an addition to his collection.	113	5	2	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	9	76	0	32	80012	917679	true	0	1.0	49000	314	14	0	19	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
60	58	An Expected Tourney	Once every three moons, the Gods' Quiver holds a tourney for members to showcase their abilities, the champion receiving a flawless ash cavalry bow and bragging rights for a full season. The guild has placed an order for the coming tourney's bow with Black Rabbit Traders; however, the archers will not accept anything that is less than the highest of quality. Only carpenters with the confidence and skill to produce such a weapon need come forth to accept this challenge.	9	5	2	30	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917680	true	0	1.0	30282	326	14	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
61	59	Ceremonial Spears	House Fortemps, one of Ishgard's most prestigious families, has placed an order with Black Rabbit Traders for a sizable quantity of lances to be used in a knighting ceremony. As the order is quite large, and the schedule extremely tight, the consortium is seeking carpenters known for their speed and productivity to assist in the synthesis of the weapons.	9	5	2	30	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917681	true	0	1.0	17670	369	233	0	26	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
62	60	The Lone Bowman	Master Gegeruju wishes to commune with nature, and how better to do so than to shoot it from a great distance? A longbow he must have, for he means to hunt the noble buffalo. He shall not be disappointed, oh no. I shall arrange for concealed archers to bag the game in his stead.	113	5	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	9	76	0	32	80011	917682	true	0	1.0	39900	357	15	0	18	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
63	61	Live Freelance or Die	In his ceaseless quest to secure Costa del Sol against all enemies, Master Gegeruju has enlisted the services of so-called “free-lances,” seasoned mercenaries and adepts of the longspear. We seek bold Disciples of the Hand to furnish these men and women with the finest spears money can buy.	113	5	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	9	76	0	32	80011	917683	true	0	1.0	39900	494	15	0	18	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
64	62	The Long Lance of the Law	Master Gegeruju has just declared the first Lominsan Armada Appreciation Month, and a large shipment of long lances is needed as a gift for the Maelstrom. The master calls it a grand gesture for a Grand Company. Pure politics? You might very well think that, I couldn't possibly comment.	113	5	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	9	76	0	32	80011	917684	true	0	1.0	13887	424	234	0	26	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
65	63	Stay on Target	House Durendaire did not become known for the most powerful dragoons in Ishgard by blindly following old ways. Unlike many High Houses of that mistrustful theocracy, it seeks new knowledge─such as whether a Lominsan harpoon can be adapted against an airborne beast.	122	5	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	9	76	0	63	80012	917685	true	0	1.0	61552	368	16	0	19	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
66	64	A Tree Grew in Gridania	The shantyman of Waterbury has finally coughed up the trumpet oak, aged and fit to use for conjurers' arms, he says. After three and thirty years, it had better be aged. We seek an artisan to transform this noble wood into arms─in far less time than three and thirty years, if you please.	9	5	2	35	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917686	true	0	1.0	42114	494	16	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
67	65	Flintstone Fight	The Coliseum's new artistic director grows ever more outlandish. This month it's─let me see─“A macuahuitl melee, where modern flesh meets the stone blades of the ancients.” As though there aren't enough chips and flakes in that city. Speaking of which, I trust you can deliver the arms?	9	5	2	35	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917687	true	0	1.0	19600	488	235	0	26	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
68	66	Grippy When Wet	House Durendaire seeks bows of mythril, and as usual, the least delayed, the soonest paid. I do believe the high lords are resigned to eternal winter. Constant cold means constant wet─and constant repair for bows of wood and sinew. What a mythril bow gains in heft, it makes up for in hardiness.	122	5	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	9	76	0	63	80012	917688	true	0	1.0	41034	472	17	0	18	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
69	67	The Cold, Cold Ground	The Calamity has placed a chill in the ground, and those who spend their days on their feet are much affected. The days of leather and cloth are gone for workers in the cellar and keepers of well-shaded stores. From now on, we must all make our way on stout soles of wood.	122	5	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	9	76	0	63	80012	917689	true	0	1.0	44238	397	17	0	18	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
70	68	Bend It Like Durendaire	House Durendaire continues to flout the unspoken rule against trading openly with outlanders. As the greatest of Ishgard's High Houses, it thinks to make its own rules─but if it cannot bend these bows to halt the dragons, it will not matter whose rules it breaks.	122	5	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	9	76	0	63	80012	917690	true	0	1.0	18170	419	236	0	26	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
71	69	The Arsenal of Theocracy	The Holy See has confirmed with icy composure that the Stone Vigil, one of Ishgard's strongholds against the dragons, has fallen. Rebuilding the arms supply is the first priority as the forces of Ishgard regroup from a loss that may have far-reaching consequences.	123	5	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	9	76	0	63	80012	917691	true	0	1.0	84802	521	18	0	19	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
72	70	Greenstone for Greenhorns	As you know─or ought to at your age, if those raven's feet are any indication─conjurers newly hatched from Stillglade Fane are sent forth into the world bearing a staff set with a piece of jade as green as the woods of the Shroud. Better your staff than another's, wouldn't you agree?	9	5	2	40	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917692	true	0	1.0	56534	613	18	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
73	71	Spin It Like You Mean It	Black Rabbit Traders seek well-crafted spinning wheels to sell in Coerthas. Much fine wool is produced there, and in every pasture and village green, folk are to be seen with their drop spindles. Charming, but higher output is surely far more attractive in the long run.	9	5	2	40	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917693	true	0	1.0	32049	678	237	0	26	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
74	72	A Winning Combo	Four great houses has Ishgard: the rose and the unicorn, the tower and the bell. As their strengths combined keep enemies at bay, so must a bow be crafted of strong materials─wood, sinew, and horn─if it is to keep the faith with every arrow that leaves its string.	123	5	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	9	76	0	63	80012	917694	true	0	1.0	53414	506	19	0	18	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
75	73	The Turning Point	Not content with conventional weapons, the dragoons of House Durendaire have begun construction of a ballista for their next confrontation with the dragons. They require grinding wheels for the shaping and polishing of metal parts.	123	5	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	9	76	0	63	80012	917695	true	0	1.0	55774	548	19	0	18	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
76	74	Ready for a Rematch	House Durendaire, the greatest of Ishgard's High Houses, takes the fall of the Stone Vigil as a personal affront. While others <i>rebuild</i> their armory, Durendaire <i>rethinks</i>─the constitution, the reach, even the purpose. These spears are destined for blood and glory once they leave your keeping.	123	5	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	9	76	0	63	80012	917696	true	0	1.0	25917	728	238	0	26	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
77	75	Trident and Error	The past is ever with us, and studying it is one of the sacred charges laid on the Sons of Saint Coinach. We have uncovered a number of Allagan cylinder seals depicting remarkable rites, one of which is to be recreated. A trident in the style of the Second Dynasty of the Great Allagan Empire is sought.	124	5	2	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	9	76	0	67	80012	917697	true	0	1.0	103656	704	20	0	19	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
78	76	Clogs of War	Ah, an order from the local mummers. Seems they require a pair of clogs for a new tragedy in three acts. They ask for comfort─seems the last pair quite lamed their leading lady─and “a sound most pleasant, rather more a klik-klak than click-clack.” Well, I shall leave you to it.	9	5	2	45	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917698	true	0	1.0	71040	467	20	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
79	77	You Do the Heavy Lifting	Adventurers, so full of new ideas and ready coin! A band of them proposes to build a portable bar for their travels. “Mahogany?” I queried, and “mahogany!” they affirmed─we'll need a goodly supply. Such innocents, they know not what the bar will weigh. In a few months, I shall buy it for a song.	9	5	2	45	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917699	true	0	1.0	26543	468	239	0	26	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
80	78	Bow Down to Magic	The miasma from corrupted crystals makes wet of dry and dry of wet. Very curious, very curious indeed. Fine self bows of yew grow sluggish, yet a composite that should have slackened in the lake mist does not. We must free our minds of notions preconceived, if we are to plumb the Allagans' depth.	124	5	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	9	76	0	67	80013	917700	true	0	1.0	72932	954	21	0	18	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
81	79	Bowing to Greater Power	An ancient ritual performed at a dig near Silvertear Falls has drawn ghasts of great ferity. Happily, whilst the creatures were occupied with mauling the senior naturalist, other expedition members were able to establish that a bow of greater power is needed to pierce the ghasts' crystallized hides.	124	5	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	9	76	0	67	80013	917701	true	0	1.0	67146	426	21	0	18	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
82	80	Incant Now, Think Later	We of the Sons of Saint Coinach believe that only by studying the past can we repeat it. A stela unearthed at an Allagan site gives instructions for a spell cast with a staff. While the nature of the sorcery is unknown, the order is eager to preserve the wisdom of the past, using staves of your crafting.	124	5	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	9	76	0	67	80013	917702	true	0	1.0	33921	802	240	0	26	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
83	81	Red in the Head	Since the fall of Dalamud, the Twelveswood has seen considerably more days of sunshine than formerly, which would ordinarily be cause for celebration. Not everyone is smiling, however. In fact, the Matron's Friars─a devout brotherhood whose shaved pates make them especially susceptible to the sun's scorching rays─have taken to wincing. Happily, an exhaustive examination of their scripture failed to yield any passage which states that they should suffer for their goddess─in <i>this</i> manner, at least─and they have thus placed a large order with Black Rabbit Traders for leather caps. To help meet this order, the trading company seeks leatherworkers with the relevant cap-crafting skills.	9	9	2	1	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917661	true	0	1.0	480	93	102	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
84	82	Underneath It All	A local troupe of amateur actors known to regularly put on performances at Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre has requested the delivery of several scores of leather wristbands. Supposedly, the more poorly fit performers plan to wear several of them on their arms at once to create the illusion that they are actually the muscle-clad warriors that they are attempting to portray. Black Rabbit Traders will pay leatherworkers a fine premium for wristbands crafted and delivered to Maisenta Hawke in New Gridania.	9	9	2	1	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917662	true	0	1.0	584	93	102	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
85	83	Sole Traders	Thirty-malm marches through the Twelveswood wear down not only the spirits of newly recruited Wood Wailers, but the soles of their boots, too. To ensure their best customers' requests for footwear are never bootless, Black Rabbit Traders are ever on the lookout for leatherworkers to assist in replenishing their stock of leather shoes, boots, and leggings.	19	9	2	1	0	1	0	90	90	false	13	80	0	54	80012	917663	true	0	1.0	876	94	102	0	19	5	2648092	110010	true	0	14
86	84	Packmen	Though the spear may appear a Wood Wailer's best friend, defending the Twelveswood from the dangers that lurk within is not a task that can be accomplished with polearm alone. A wise soldier will always keep an ample supply of potions, herbs, rations, and other aids to survival close at hand, necessitating the use of a good belt. To ensure their men and women are properly prepared in the event of an emergency, the quartermasters of the Lancers' Guild are always on the lookout for quality belts, and skilled leatherworkers to make them.	19	9	2	1	0	1	0	90	90	false	13	80	0	54	80012	917667	true	0	1.0	728	94	103	0	18	5	2648092	110010	true	0	14
87	85	Sticking Their Necks Out	Despite their obvious lack of wit, the Ixal are smart enough to know that a blade through a man's throat will almost certainly spell his doom. This is why sturdy neckwear is just as important as a suit of armor or a shield. To outfit new recruits with temporary gear until they have completed their training, the Wood Wailers seek the services of skilled leatherworkers to help them restock their supply tents.	19	9	2	1	0	1	0	90	90	false	13	80	0	54	80012	917668	true	0	1.0	1770	93	103	0	18	5	2648092	110010	true	0	14
88	86	Tan Before the Ban	Rumors that Stillglade Fane may be considering a moratorium on the hunting of squirrels, antelopes, and hogs have left craftsmen across Gridania fearing a city-state-wide shortage of leather. To prepare for the worst, Black Rabbit Traders are looking to increase their stock, and are actively seeking leatherworkers who are skilled in the art of tanning.	9	9	2	1	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917669	true	0	1.0	720	93	103	0	19	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
89	87	Mind over Muzzle	Since before the Calamity, farmers have constantly complained about the ravenous nightwolves that enter their pens after dusk and feast upon their stock. It is one of the Wood Wailers' duties to hunt down these fearsome beasts, fit them with temporary muzzles, and transport them to those corners of the Twelveswood where they might hunt at no loss to the city-state. In the past, expensive metal muzzles forged by Lominsan blacksmiths were imported for this purpose, but a recent experiment conducted by a young Wood Wailer recruit with a background in tanning has shown that leather wristbands can serve as a simple yet cost-effective alternative. Anticipating future orders from the Lancers' Guild, Black Rabbit Traders are looking to increase their stock of the bands and are offering good coin to any leatherworkers with the talent to craft them.	9	9	2	5	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917664	true	0	1.0	2274	117	104	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
90	88	From the Sands to the Stage	Contrary to popular belief, stage acting can oft prove a grueling task, requiring a great deal of agility and stamina. In fact, many performance artists take up pugilism to condition their bodies for the rigors of their profession, and Black Rabbit Traders are who they turn to when looking to purchase new gear. To see that their stock of pugilists' arms do not diminish, Maisenta Hawke is always in the market to purchase finely crafted items synthesized by local leatherworkers.	9	9	2	5	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917665	true	0	1.0	2274	187	104	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
91	89	In Their Shoes	On the eve of a scout's first foray into the wild, it is traditional for his fellow Wood Wailers to present him with a new pair of leggings blessed with holy magicks. The Lancers' Guild seeks skilled craftsmen to supply the basic garments in readiness for them to be borne to Stillglade Fane for consecration.	19	9	2	5	0	1	0	90	90	false	13	80	0	54	80012	917666	true	0	1.0	3430	117	104	0	19	5	2648092	110010	true	0	14
92	90	A Thorn in One's Hide	A recent attempt to clear away a nasty briar patch growing near the Bannock yielded a battalion's worth of scratched arms and a crateful of ruined gloves. The Wood Wailers seek leatherworkers to craft replacement hand gear─preferably synthesized with a tougher variety of leather─to prevent further pain.	19	9	2	5	0	1	0	90	90	false	13	80	0	54	80012	917670	true	0	1.0	2106	117	105	0	18	5	2648092	110010	true	0	14
93	91	A Place to Call Helm	A crate containing helms to be given to Wood Wailer recruits was left open and unattended for a full sennight before a quartermaster found it. Unfortunately, by that time, the helms had been transformed into a drey with over a half score of baby squirrels shivering within. After explaining to his commanding officer that he did not have the heart to put the tiny beasts down, it was agreed that the crate would be left alone, and a new order of training helms placed with the Adventurers' Guild.	19	9	2	5	0	1	0	90	90	false	13	80	0	54	80012	917671	true	0	1.0	2286	142	105	0	18	5	2648092	110010	true	0	14
94	92	Throwing Down the Gauntlet	Throughout the Sixth Astral Era, the act of dueling was outlawed in the city-states of Eorzea. However, recent pressure from the Battlecraft Society─a union of guilds associated with the Disciplines of War─has prompted city-state leaders to debate decriminalizing the practice. If the motion is agreed upon, every man and woman in Eorzea will soon be looking to lock swords with the next, and gloves will be flying left and right─meaning that hand garments will be in high demand. To make sure that their inventory can handle a sudden rush of orders, Black Rabbit Traders are desperately seeking skilled leatherworkers to craft inexpensive sets of gloves.	9	9	2	5	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917672	true	0	1.0	1290	117	105	0	19	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
95	93	Quelling Bloody Rumors	Rumors that the quartermasters of the Gods' Quiver equip new recruits with the bloody shoes of fallen scouts have made the highly superstitious people of Gridania wary of enlisting. Though these rumors could not be further from the truth, it has been decided that all initiates shall henceforth be given brand-new footwear, and several skilled leatherworkers are required to cobble the items. Those interested should report to Black Rabbit Traders representative Maisenta Hawke with the finished order.	9	9	2	10	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917532	true	0	1.0	4460	143	106	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
96	94	The Bards' Guards	The Homunculi─a band of traveling bards known for their golden locks, honey-tongues, and flamboyant raiments─have the maidens of Gridania swooning. Their popularity is so great, in fact, that many of their most fanatical followers have taken to wearing garments which recreate the bards' unique style─one of the most sought after being a wristguard sported by Homunculus high harpist Nolan Ninestring. Never ones to allow a business opportunity to slip through their fingers, Black Rabbit Traders are seeking skilled leatherworkers to take up their knives and help create replicas before the bards pack up their instruments and move on to the next city-state.	9	9	2	10	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917533	true	0	1.0	4044	142	106	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
97	95	Saddle Sore	After a few hundred trips between the Twelveswood and Ul'dah, even the toughest leather saddles will begin to show signs of wear. New saddles, however, are costly and require several moons to break in, meaning that repair is often the more viable solution. To ensure that gear can be mended in timely fashion, we at Moogle's Gift Mounts always keep a large quantity of quality hard leather on hand, and regularly seek Disciples of the Hand trained in the skills of tanning and tawing to help us replenish our stocks.	5	9	2	10	0	1	0	94	94	false	13	80	0	54	80012	917534	true	0	1.0	3430	142	106	0	19	5	2119045	110002	true	0	14
98	96	Only the Best	At Moogle's Gift Mounts, we treat our trainers with the same care and respect we do our birds. This means providing our talented men and women with gear of the finest quality─including soft, yet durable, dodoskin harnesses that offer ample protection from the elements, without compromising on comfort or style. We are currently seeking skilled leatherworkers who would be willing to lend their talents in crafting several new sets of gear, and are willing to pay good money for those harnesses which meet our stable's exacting standards.	5	9	2	10	0	1	0	94	94	false	13	80	0	54	80012	917508	true	0	1.0	4820	142	107	0	18	5	2119045	110002	true	0	14
99	97	Simply the Best	At Moogle's Gift Mounts, we treat our trainers with the same care and respect we do our birds. This means providing our talented men and women with gear of the finest quality─including soft, yet durable, dodoskin caligae that offer their feet ample protection from the elements, without compromising on comfort or style. We are currently seeking skilled leatherworkers who would be willing to lend their talents in crafting several new pairs, and are willing to pay good money for those caligae which meet our stable's exacting standards.	5	9	2	10	0	1	0	94	94	false	13	80	0	54	80012	917509	true	0	1.0	5196	143	107	0	18	5	2119045	110002	true	0	14
100	98	Belt Up	The Twelveswood has begun to resound with the clamor of wildlife once more, and so the Seedseers have relaxed the restrictions placed on hunting in the immediate aftermath of the Calamity. As a result, orders for hunter's belts have increased tenfold, putting a strain on Black Rabbit Traders' limited inventory. To meet the increased demand, the consortium is hiring able-bodied leatherworkers to craft new belts from the materials stored in their warehouses.	9	9	2	10	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917510	true	0	1.0	7698	142	107	0	19	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
101	99	Choke Hold	Since Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre hosted a performance of <i>Dusk</i>, the tale of a lovelorn maiden forced to choose between a walking corpse and a nightwolf, chokers like the one worn by the play's moody heroine have been flying off the shelves. Ever sensitive to the needs of their customers, Black Rabbit Traders seek skilled leatherworkers to assist them in supplying the spiraling demand.	9	9	2	15	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917535	true	0	1.0	7744	188	108	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
102	100	Heads Up	To effectively protect their heads from pinecones, acorns, and other falling flora without compromising their field of vision, botanists from around the Twelveswood will often don thick leather skullcaps before setting off to reap the Twelveswood's bounty. As Gridania's premier suppliers of affordable headwear, Black Rabbit Traders would like to increase their stock of skullcaps, and will pay good coin to leatherworkers willing to craft the item in bulk.	9	9	2	15	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917536	true	0	1.0	8454	145	108	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
103	101	Skin off Their Backs	From blankets to bodkins, tarpaulins to tabards, aldgoat leather can be used to make almost anything─which is why it is constantly in high demand. To make sure she always has enough in stock, Ayled the Steadfast seeks leatherworkers skilled in the art of tanning.	7	9	2	15	0	1	0	107	107	false	13	80	0	55	80012	917537	true	0	1.0	12682	246	108	0	19	5	2255476	110004	true	0	14
104	102	Back in the Band	When not on missions to rid the Twelveswood of the countless fell creatures that taint the forest, the Wood Wailers engage in training exercises which replicate the various challenges that await them in the field. Due to their rigorous nature, these exercises can make a tattered mess of even the sturdiest garments in a matter of moons, necessitating a steady supply of replacements. To fulfill an order placed by the nearby camps, Ayled the Steadfast is commissioning willing and able leatherworkers to prepare a new batch of wristbands.	7	9	2	15	0	1	0	107	107	false	13	80	0	55	80012	917514	true	0	1.0	8454	192	109	0	18	5	2255476	110004	true	0	14
105	103	On Their Feet Again	When not on missions to rid the Twelveswood of the countless fell creatures that taint the forest, the Wood Wailers engage in training exercises which replicate the various challenges that await them in the field. Due to their rigorous nature, these exercises can make a tattered mess of even the sturdiest footwear in a matter of moons, necessitating a steady supply of replacements. To fulfill an order placed by the nearby camps, Ayled the Steadfast is commissioning willing and able leatherworkers to prepare a new batch of espadrilles.	7	9	2	15	0	1	0	107	107	false	13	80	0	55	80012	917515	true	0	1.0	8454	286	109	0	18	5	2255476	110004	true	0	14
106	104	A Rush on Ringbands	<i>Dusk</i>, a recent theatrical production staged at Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre, was notable both for its depiction of the adolescent angst arising from the love of a maiden for a walking corpse, and for popularizing dodoskin ringbands, these being the demure heroine's preferred protectives. Since then, the otherwise unremarkable bracelets have been flying off the shelves, and Black Rabbit Traders are seeking skilled leatherworkers to assist them in supplying the demand.	9	9	2	15	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917516	true	0	1.0	12172	192	109	0	19	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
107	105	Playing the Part	Ever in pursuit of realism, the members of a local opera house have chosen, for their coming performance, to reenact the legendary Battle of Carteneau in full armor. While most of the gear has already been procured, Black Rabbit Traders still require several goatskin armguards, and will pay top coin to leatherworkers who can deliver the items as soon as possible.	9	9	2	20	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917538	true	0	1.0	13250	246	110	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
108	106	Fire and Hide	A fire in one of the storerooms at the Leatherworkers' Guild has left a third of the guild's hides blackened and unworkable. Carpenters from the Oak Atrium have already begun to make the necessary structural repairs, but the pieces of tanned and tawed leather that were ruined have yet to be replaced. Black Rabbit Traders have been charged with the procurement of leather, and are actively seeking those with experience in tanning to assist in the fulfillment of the guild's order.	9	9	2	20	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917539	true	0	1.0	5073	248	110	0	26	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
109	107	My Sole to Take	To show appreciation to those brave souls who volunteer their services towards the protection of the Twelveswood, the Wood Wailers have chosen to present the men and women pairs of thick-soled shoes, so that their feet may remain unhurt as they make their daily patrols through the forest. Leatherworkers are sought to craft the footwear and see it delivered.	13	9	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	13	80	0	56	80012	917540	true	0	1.0	19120	193	110	0	19	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
110	108	Hands On	Being a Wood Wailer isn't all thrilling battles with bloodthirsty beasts. In fact, the majority of the tasks asked of the group are quite mundane. That, however, does not make them any less important, or in some cases, dangerous. One example is the eradication of hornet nests, which involves digging the massive constructions from hillsides...all while being assailed by an army of deadly vilekin. It is times like these that expertly crafted gear, especially gloves, can make the job that much safer and easier. The Wood Wailers are in constant search for skilled leatherworkers who can create just the items they seek.	13	9	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	13	80	0	56	80012	917520	true	0	1.0	18524	246	111	0	18	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
111	109	Packing a Punch	After observing a number of their best spears injured in close-quarters skirmishes with the Ixal, the Wood Wailers have resolved to begin basic pugilist training, hoping to prevent further tragedy. They have duly commissioned Black Rabbit Traders to provide several pairs of cesti for evaluation, and the consortium is now seeking skilled leatherworkers to craft them.	13	9	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	13	80	0	56	80012	917521	true	0	1.0	5259	249	111	0	26	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
112	110	Open to Attack	The fresh crop of freeswords is more ardent than adroit. One was near killed by a thrust under the arm, and even our strictest masters prefer not to make a teachable moment of a chest wound. This calls for practice jerkins─good seams mean the difference between bruised pride and a skewered heart.	13	9	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	13	80	0	56	80012	917522	true	0	1.0	19876	207	111	0	18	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
113	111	Men Who Scare Up Goats	After losing their flocks during the Calamity, many of the highland aldgoat herders hailing from Coerthas abandoned their homes and moved behind the protective walls of Ishgard. As a result, aldgoat leather is in short supply, as are items crafted from the material. Goatskin targes being one of Black Rabbit Traders' best sellers, consignor Maisenta Hawke must find a way to keep her stock intact, and therefore has turned to local leatherworkers for assistance.	9	9	2	25	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917703	true	0	1.0	23144	264	112	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
114	112	Just Rewards	To reward adventurers for completing the many quests offered by our staff, the Wood Wailers are in constant need of various weapons, gear, and other miscellany. Currently, supplies of goatskin wristbands are running dangerously low, and we are ready to pay leatherworkers a substantial amount of gil for any delivered to our quartermasters.	13	9	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	13	80	0	56	80012	917704	true	0	1.0	34716	242	112	0	19	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
115	113	Belts Served Cold	How sweet! Those greedy fools at Limsa Lominsa's Brugaire Consortium have taken on one commission too many, and now they must come groveling to yours truly, Maisenta Hawke, to meet their orders. Hells, I would take them up on their offer for free if it meant seeing that rat Wynstin Walder on his knees... I won't, though. Business is business, and Black Rabbit has its own debts to pay. But enough of that. An order needs to be fulfilled and I require talented leatherworkers to help me make it happen.	9	9	2	25	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917705	true	0	1.0	8231	396	112	0	26	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
116	114	No Risk, No Reward	To reward adventurers for completing the many quests offered by our staff, the Wood Wailers are in constant need of various weapons, gear, and other miscellany. Currently, supplies of leather cesti are running frighteningly low, and we are ready to pay leatherworkers a substantial amount of gil for any delivered to our quartermasters.	13	9	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	13	80	0	56	80012	917706	true	0	1.0	22066	280	113	0	18	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
117	115	Campaign in the Membrane	The Wood Wailers are currently conducting a “welcome back campaign,” in which any member who left the service, for any reason, can be reinstated without penalty. As further incentive, all returning lancers will receive a toadskin jacket. Black Rabbit Traders have been appointed the procurement of the jackets, and are searching for talented leatherworkers to help fill the order.	13	9	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	13	80	0	56	80012	917707	true	0	1.0	29450	468	113	0	18	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
118	116	Quicker than Sand	When transporting a shipment of new padded leather duckbills to sentries stationed in Quarrymill, a low-ranking lance fell into a patch of quicksand and lost the crate while making his escape. The Wood Wailers are currently seeking leatherworkers to help re-craft the order, but this time double it, just in case the next lad in charge of logistics is just as ungainly.	13	9	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	13	80	0	56	80012	917708	true	0	1.0	7648	247	113	0	26	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
119	117	Just Cinch It	Appalled by the chaotic jumble of leather belts paraded in the streets of Limsa Lominsa, Master Gegeruju urgently seeks a supply of top-quality baldrics to take to market. All crafters moved by the plight of Lominsans, bound shin to shoulder with inadequate cinctures, are urged to respond.	113	9	2	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	13	80	0	32	80012	917709	true	0	1.0	47824	342	114	0	19	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
120	118	Quality over Quantity	A pernickety vendor from the sultanate of Ul'dah has set up shop in the Ebony Stalls, where she peddles her pugilist wares. Just recently, Black Rabbit Traders were asked to provide her with pairs of boarskin himantes, but when they were delivered, the vendor returned the entire shipment, claiming they were not of sufficient quality. To see her customer satisfied, Maisenta Hawke requires the services of leatherworkers whose skills are unmatched.	9	9	2	30	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917710	true	0	1.0	31882	383	114	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
121	119	Best Served Toad	Naldiq & Vymelli's, Limsa Lominsa's largest smithing guild, has just placed a massive order for toad leather with Black Rabbit Traders. Could it be they had a falling-out with the local suppliers at the Brugaire Consortium!? Oh, if I could see the look on that rat Wynstin Walder's face when he finds out I stole the contract right out from under his filthy whiskers! Ah, but it is too early to bask in the rays of victory. I must first see the order complete and seek capable leatherworkers to ensure I can have my day in the sun!	9	9	2	30	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917711	true	0	1.0	11862	314	273	0	26	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
122	120	The Hand that Bleeds	In Master Gegeruju's mansion are many rooms, and each one has a fine new doorknob fashioned after a gladiator's arm. Though I am quite partial to the mace on the northwest conservatory, I must insist on gloves for all members of the household. Spikes and blades do not a good grasping surface make.	113	9	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	13	80	0	32	80011	917712	true	0	1.0	31882	365	115	0	18	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
123	121	Slave to Fashion	Love has many faces, and let us just say that Master Gegeruju knows his fair share. This day has found milord in a frolicsome mood, and he requires the services of a master leatherworker to create a splendid collar. Yours is not to question why, but to tool and dye.	113	9	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	13	80	0	32	80011	917713	true	0	1.0	32666	469	115	0	18	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
124	122	Subordinate Clause	One man's tax is another man's gift, and Master Gegeruju believes in paying his tribute with a smile. As a symbol of the close yet supple bonds we share, the Maelstrom asks, nay, commands us to supply a generous number of leather collars. Submissions are being accepted.	113	9	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	13	80	0	32	80011	917714	true	0	1.0	11862	445	274	0	26	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
125	123	The Righteous Tools for the Job	The goddess of Ishgard is cruel, as gods always seem to be, and demands much cruelty in turn from Her followers. Wielding their magicked ringbands and black hoods, the Holy See hunts unbelievers as Gridanians hunt the fox: the unspeakable in pursuit of the indelible.	122	9	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	13	80	0	63	80012	917715	true	0	1.0	61552	380	116	0	19	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
126	124	Soft Shoe Shuffle	Black Rabbit Traders are nothing but patriotic, as I'm sure you are. The commercial life of the realm needs a little run on luxury to keep small purses from becoming overfull. We'll start with a rage for peisteskin shoes. Will you deliver the goods? For Gridania and all that, you know.	9	9	2	35	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917716	true	0	1.0	43194	339	116	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
127	125	Supply Side Logic	With the Order of the Twin Adder recruiting so heavily, the Leatherworkers' Guild is busier than an assassin at an Ishgardian wedding. In fact, they're about to run out of boars' hide, and the sots who oversee their storehouses haven't a clue. When the panic comes, we shall be waiting with a ready supply.	9	9	2	35	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917717	true	0	1.0	19130	433	275	0	26	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
128	126	Springtime for Coerthas	How curious, an order of leather harnesses from House Fortemps. I've not stocked them, or any other summer equipage since─well, since the Calamity. Could it be that some in the High Houses know what we do not─that Coerthas will be freed of this infernal cold, and soon?	122	9	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	13	80	0	63	80012	917718	true	0	1.0	42114	408	117	0	18	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
129	127	Through a Glass Brightly	The First Dicasterial Observatorium of Aetherial and Astrological Phenomena has taken delivery of a new lens, and the stargazers are all as giddy as a bridegroom over the fine, cloudless glass. However, they are martyrs to frozen hands, nights being their preferred gazing time. Fingerless gloves will keep them unencumbered whilst alleviating suffering.	122	9	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	13	80	0	63	80012	917719	true	0	1.0	43194	551	117	0	18	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
130	128	First They Came for the Heretics	The special inquisitors' office of the Holy See of Ishgard orders a quantity of leather collars, with the stipulation that they be “man-sized, of hardened leather, double sewn with no padding.” I could not say no. It has already been paid for, you see.	122	9	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	13	80	0	63	80012	917720	true	0	1.0	19600	339	276	0	26	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
131	129	The Birdmen of Ishgard	They say it is better to be a chocobokeep for House Durendaire than a captain for House Fortemps, in such high esteem does the former hold the skill with the noble bird. Even the stable garb is of prime boarskin, proof against waspish pecks, yet with a fine wool-like hand.	123	9	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	13	80	0	63	80012	917721	true	0	1.0	81322	531	118	0	19	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
132	130	Skirt Chaser	Always, the youth of the cities copy the stylings of adventurers and corsairs. Were you aware that Black Rabbit Traders employ scouts, sartorialists if you will, to study the adventurers' garb? I received a note from one such not an hour ago: “simple boarskin skirt.” Hop to it, please.	9	9	2	40	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917722	true	0	1.0	54994	398	118	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
133	131	The Tao of Rabbits	True to our name, Black Rabbit Traders are ever ready to jump. The sultry weather and the fever for gladiatorial style have menfolk walking the streets in leather harnesses. Let other traders balk at chasing ignominious fads; we leap, we eat, and very well we sleep.	9	9	2	40	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917723	true	0	1.0	25269	537	277	0	26	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
134	132	Foot Blues	The wax and wane of fashion leaves the moccasin unchanged, for feet prefer warmth above all things in winter. Yet this paragon of footwear needs frequent replacing, prone as it is to a certain...manginess. The wearers' bane is a vendor's blessing; we shall move plenty of stock this winter.	123	9	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	13	80	0	63	80012	917724	true	0	1.0	54994	432	119	0	18	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
135	133	Not So Alike in Dignity	Ah, the fortunate chocobokeeps of House Durendaire! Now their doting masters call for jerkins painstakingly tailored from boarskin. In other houses, only stewards are given such consideration─except at House Fortemps, where the steward's only privilege is an extra bowl of yams at supper.	123	9	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	13	80	0	63	80012	917725	true	0	1.0	55774	537	119	0	18	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
136	134	It's Not a Job, It's a Calling	None would accuse the chocobokeeps of House Durendaire of even a moment's lapse in devotion to their charges. No dragoon is permitted to fit a new saddle without a keeper present, and it is the chocobokeep's duty to order the fine peiste saddles for the exceptional birds of House Durendaire.	123	9	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	13	80	0	63	80012	917726	true	0	1.0	25917	400	278	0	26	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
137	135	Hang in There	The naturalists at Saint Coinach's Find have had a challenging fortnight at the Silvertear Falls dig, none more so than the senior naturalist. While the question of what to get a man who has tenure is a difficult one, members of the expedition are certain that he would welcome a fine belt to hold up his trews.	124	9	2	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	13	80	0	67	80012	917727	true	0	1.0	97716	576	120	0	19	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
138	136	Too Hot to Handle	Every misfortune is an opportunity, particularly if the misfortune be someone else's. It seems that those popular salamander hide cuffs have some horrible defect. Excellent! We'll flood the market with raptorskin bracelets. Hm? Oh, apparently, salamander skin bursts into flames without warning.	9	9	2	45	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917728	true	0	1.0	67146	472	120	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
139	137	Handle with Care	One guild makes a replica weapon, and suddenly all and sundry are doing the same. The Gladiators' Guild is paying handsomely for a quantity of peiste cesti─no stinting on material there─to be sold as official replicas of the Oathbreakers. No second-rate work! I'll not have those galoots after me.	9	9	2	45	0	1	0	51	51	false	13	80	0	51	80012	917729	true	0	1.0	39087	600	279	0	26	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
140	138	Fuss in Boots	Two of our naturalists complained of numb patches on their thighs, and the surgeon diagnosed frostnip despite the balmy weather. We believe that the dig sometimes disturbs ancient pockets of frozen air and aether, and these we must guard against lest it be frostbite next time.	124	9	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	13	80	0	67	80013	917730	true	0	1.0	69104	545	121	0	18	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
141	139	Tenderfoot Moments	Knowledge once lost is oft rediscovered through the tireless work of the Sons of Saint Coinach. In one such triumph, a team at Silvertear Falls unearthed a stela bearing a cure for the common callus. Their tender feet can wear naught but the softest moccasin for some moons, but 'tis a small price to pay.	124	9	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	13	80	0	67	80013	917731	true	0	1.0	69104	424	121	0	18	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
142	140	Spelling Me Softly	The past casts a long shadow, and the Sons of Saint Coinach are ever ready to live with the consequences of their actions. A recent experiment with an ancient spell has rendered all leather at a dig site a pulpous mess. We at the Find seek a quantity of raptor leather to resupply the dig.	124	9	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	13	80	0	67	80013	917732	true	0	1.0	33921	467	280	0	26	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
143	141	Proly Hatchet	Gridania's high market day for hand tools draws close, and we at the Brugaire Consortium are still short some 70,000 tonzes of metal. Hatchets are ever popular, and all available smiths of black metal are called on to produce a goodly number of them.	114	6	1	1	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917733	true	0	1.0	480	94	22	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
144	142	Hells Bells	The recent salt storm caused an outbreak of bronze disease, destroying virtually every bell too large to be moved indoors. As specialists in disaster commerce, the Brugaire Consortium expects an unholy upsurge in demand for bronze, and will pay handsomely for a large stockpile of the metal.	114	6	1	1	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917734	true	0	1.0	480	95	22	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
145	143	Mending Fences	Been having a polite sort of feud with a neighbor over the fence standing between our steads─or rather, the fence that's fallin' down between our steads. Was sure I was in the right, but one of the hands found his tame magpie with a stash of rivets. I guess we've some re-riveting to do.	115	6	1	1	0	1	0	200	200	false	10	77	0	31	80011	917735	true	0	1.0	1092	96	22	0	19	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
146	144	Axe Me Anything	The kobold situation has us all feeling a little tense down on the Red Rooster Stead. We'd all feel much better with something to protect ourselves with, and you know, nothing says “safe” like jumpy folk armed with razor-sharp axes. We'd all be much obliged for your help.	115	6	1	1	0	1	0	200	200	false	10	77	0	31	80011	917736	true	0	1.0	728	94	23	0	18	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
147	145	The Unkindest Cut	We've had a spate of sawing accidents at the Red Rooster Stead. Don't want to hear any more? Nobody has time for my stories. Anyway, we've decided to change all our saws to push saws, seeing as we're working with harder wood nowadays. Deliver something practical, no need to get all fancy.	115	6	1	1	0	1	0	200	200	false	10	77	0	31	80011	917737	true	0	1.0	860	94	23	0	18	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
148	146	Thank You for Your Business	You know my opinion of sailors─I cannot abide the sight of them. However, those tar-breathing pirates-in-waiting spend freely on land what they earn at sea. And if what they want are bastard swords to fillet each other with, who am I to dissuade them? Besides, if we don't take their gil, somebody else will.	114	6	1	1	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917738	true	0	1.0	876	94	23	0	19	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
149	147	Stainless Chef	With so many adventurers pouring into Limsa Lominsa, the Culinarians' Guild is planning a tournament of skills, complete with a fat purse. There will be a rush on affordable culinary knives when this fact becomes public knowledge. Willing smiths should present themselves to the Brugaire Consortium.	114	6	1	5	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917739	true	0	1.0	2106	117	24	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
150	148	I, Gladius	A wise man once said, “When there are fans on the streets, sell official merchandise.” The gladiatorial draft is approaching, and the Brugaire Consortium has a contract for replicas of the league viking swords. Others may be content with tawdry souvenirs, but Brugaire will only accept arena-quality weapons.	114	6	1	5	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917740	true	0	1.0	2274	140	24	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
151	149	Bring Me the Head Knife of Al'bedo Derssia	Our best tanner just absconded with a cartload of sheepskin and dodo pelts, and worst of all, most of the tools. Should have known not to trust a Derssia. Beefwits or footpads, all of them. Anyway, leather doesn't cut itself. We need replacement head knives, and make sure they're good ones.	115	6	1	5	0	1	0	200	200	false	10	77	0	31	80011	917741	true	0	1.0	3430	117	24	0	19	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
152	150	Down on the Pharm	The Red Rooster Stead is expanding its apothecary to concoct more preparations for the field and the like, but we're having trouble with our implements. The plant dressing we were grinding ate right through the mortar. New ones that don't mind a bit of vitriol would be nice.	115	6	1	5	0	1	0	200	200	false	10	77	0	31	80011	917742	true	0	1.0	2106	117	25	0	18	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
153	151	A Hit Job	The Grey Fleet mills flour for all of Vylbrand, but some of our neighbors have the gall to start grousing about eyesores. We've sworn to emboss some frippery or another on the copper sails to make them easier on the eyes. We'll need proper chaser hammers for the chasing and repoussé work to be done.	115	6	1	5	0	1	0	200	200	false	10	77	0	31	80011	917743	true	0	1.0	2274	140	25	0	18	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
154	152	As Above, Below	I dined with the chief clerk of Amajina & Sons the other day─charming fowl he served, and such wine!─and he had this to say: “When the sky teems with enemies, we must raid the earth and loot the rocks.” Now <i>that</i> is what I call getting in front of the problem! And a hint, don't you think?	114	6	1	5	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917744	true	0	1.0	3430	140	25	0	19	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
155	153	Farriers of Fortune	The ditty <i>Farriers of Fortune</i> has spread to all four corners of Eorzea, and hopeful apprentices are wearing down the fine woolen rugs in Naldiq & Vymelli's vestibule. Being neophytes, these aspirants have no tools of their own. With the help of willing crafters, that situation may be remedied.	114	6	1	10	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917577	true	0	1.0	4044	143	26	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
156	154	Anutha Spatha	The market in cavalry weapons is less than rosy. To drum up sales, the Brugaire Consortium is planning a campaign of incitement and enticement: buy one spatha for yourself, another for the son the Twelve will surely bless you with! Enterprising armorers are sought to help build a quality stock.	114	6	1	10	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917578	true	0	1.0	5132	189	26	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
157	155	Port of Call: Ul'dah	I'm going to make a run to Ul'dah and see if the gods don't smile for a change. They've been real sour-faced joltheads for a while, begging divine pardon and all that. A spot of arms dealing is just the thing, so I'll be needing wares. Ask for me down in Swiftperch.	116	6	1	10	0	1	0	218	218	false	10	77	0	33	80011	917579	true	0	1.0	7698	142	26	0	19	5	4169749	110032	true	0	14
158	156	Peddle to the Metal	Know the secret to making more money? What you do is you spread around the risk. Now I know a fellow in Ul'dah who, uh, found a cache of coin silver. My agent knows non-guild metalworkers who aren't too picky, so all I need are cut-rate tools and we stand to make a handsome score.	116	6	1	10	0	1	0	218	218	false	10	77	0	33	80011	917583	true	0	1.0	4044	143	27	0	18	5	4169749	110032	true	0	14
159	157	I'm into Leather	The brand's the thing. “Made in Limsa Lominsa”─the prettiest scar you can put on any piece of skin, and I know a thing or two about that. Now, “made” being a fluid kind of word, I've imported half-completed saddles. With the tools you deliver, we'll finish them and put some irons in the fire.	116	6	1	10	0	1	0	218	218	false	10	77	0	33	80011	917584	true	0	1.0	5196	441	27	0	18	5	4169749	110032	true	0	14
160	158	Twice as Slice	I feel a certain reluctance to arm sailors. Traditional or not, a labrys is...well, why in the name of Nophica do they need a <i>double</i>headed axe? It's double the trouble, if you ask me, but if the shipowners acquiesce, who am I, the second chair of the Brugaire Consortium, to argue?	114	6	1	10	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917585	true	0	1.0	7794	144	27	0	19	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
161	159	Smelt and Dealt	A tragic brimstone accident at an Ul'dahn bloomery has ruined an entire batch of iron, down to the last filing. Brugaire ships will sail as soon as they take delivery of enough iron ingots to cover the reeking losses. All smiths are welcome to join in this profitable mission of mercy.	114	6	1	15	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917580	true	0	1.0	8114	206	28	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
162	160	Awl or Nothing	Those fickle Gridanians have embraced a slimming fad. The season's most fashionable accessory is the awl, which they flaunt as they bore new holes in leather belts grown loose around newly slender waists and hips. The Brugaire Consortium is eager to assist Gridanians in their boring affectation.	114	6	1	15	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917581	true	0	1.0	9044	197	28	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
163	161	Riveting Run	Some say that one's righteousness is measured in bullets fired one's way. By that definition, the <i>Ice Princess</i> is a most righteous vessel and her captain a veritable paragon. As always, she seeks to lay in a supply of rivets for the inevitable repairs to the hull. Bon voyage, miladies.	117	6	1	15	0	1	0	223	223	false	10	77	0	33	80011	917582	true	0	1.0	13146	144	28	0	19	5	3999018	110033	true	0	14
164	162	Get a Little Bit Closer	The <i>Ice Princess</i> rides at anchor again, and the whiff of violence and danger mingles with the salt tang of the port. This time, they seek a supply of melee weapons, with the curt stipulation that they be “head-bustin' hard.” Questions? That would be unwise.	117	6	1	15	0	1	0	223	223	false	10	77	0	33	80011	917586	true	0	1.0	8114	236	29	0	18	5	3999018	110033	true	0	14
165	163	Honest Ballast	Captain H'rhanbolo, as notorious among landlubbers as she is glorious to the seafaring, finds her ship's holds nearly empty after a particularly lucky run. The captain sees the wisdom of having additional cargo when they sail to Ul'dah, and seeks skilled artisans to craft leatherworking tools.	117	6	1	15	0	1	0	223	223	false	10	77	0	33	80011	917587	true	0	1.0	9044	196	29	0	18	5	3999018	110033	true	0	14
166	164	Tools of the Trade	I have certain friends─well, admirers─who send me chatty missives about their rather dreary lives in Mor Dhona. It seems some parties have been quite at pains to tame the metal from the airship wrecks. Wears out tools in a matter of weeks, they say. We do have a caravan headed there soon...	114	6	1	15	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917588	true	0	1.0	13146	196	29	0	19	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
167	165	Unseamly Conditions	The mineral seams of Ul'dah are as hard as the cartel's grip on their riches; the tools wear out ere a replacement can be ordered. The Brugaire Consortium has a contract to establish a tool depot near the mines, and is hiring skilled Disciples of the Hand to produce the wares.	114	6	1	20	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917541	true	0	1.0	12218	243	30	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
168	166	Claw Daddy	Patriarch's Day is nigh, and the Carpenters' Guild is expecting a record crowd for the Nailhead Dance. The demand for claw hammers is sure to outstrip the guild's supply, and all agree that it would be gauche to run out. Top gil is being offered for quality tools for this festivity.	114	6	1	20	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917542	true	0	1.0	7331	443	30	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
169	167	Hearth Maul	Through a series of regrettable incidents, we have learned that a Wailer cannot live on battle alone. Among the improvements we are making to our encampment is a stone roasting pit around which we may share copious amounts of mead. With the right tool, we may break ground soon.	13	6	1	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	10	77	0	56	80012	917543	true	0	1.0	20578	245	30	0	19	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
170	168	Powderpost Derby	With the plague of powder-post worms drawing ever closer to Quarrymill, the Wood Wailers have coated every post, stock, and handle with linseed and tar. Yet there will be no stopping some of the accursed wood-eaters. Crafters are called upon to produce saws, for extreme measures may be called for.	13	6	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	10	77	0	56	80012	917544	true	0	1.0	12218	241	31	0	18	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
171	169	The Devil's Workshop	A spear in one hand still leaves a hand free, and some of those posted at Quarrymill grow too restive for their own good. A one-handed sword should occupy those idle hands and hours. The terms are generous; let all smiths of good conscience stoke the fire and raise their hammers.	13	6	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	10	77	0	56	80012	917545	true	0	1.0	7331	288	31	0	26	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
172	170	When Rhalgr Met Nophica	With the influx of refugees from Ala Mhigo, the meteor pays court to the spring leaf and the streets of Quarrymill ring with Highland voices. These martial migrants do the Wailers great honor by pledging themselves as freeswords, and they must be armed to the best of your arts.	13	6	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	10	77	0	56	80011	917546	true	0	1.0	13718	210	31	0	18	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
173	171	Time to Upgrade	The Brugaire Consortium is what it is today because of its foresight. The affordable metalworking tools offered to novices last year should be on their last leg. With the solemn one-year pledge of quality just lapsed, the workers have no choice but to purchase new tools, and quickly.	114	6	1	25	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917745	true	0	1.0	19770	320	32	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
174	172	Mors Dagger	The captain's lady mother used to call the longsword a woman's weapon, and who would be fool enough to disagree with a woman thus armed? The Wailers would honor her memory by presenting every Quarrymiller of the fair sex with a longsword, and artisans so inclined will not find the militia ungrateful.	13	6	1	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	10	77	0	56	80011	917746	true	0	1.0	33100	280	32	0	19	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
175	173	Cleaving the Glim	The Leatherworkers' Guild has experimented with a new brew of tan oak with stunning results. However, most round knives can gain no purchase on the leather's glassy smoothness. The guild is offering favorable terms for blades capable of slicing through glim leather, as it is called.	114	6	1	25	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917747	true	0	1.0	11115	263	32	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
176	174	Lancers' Creed	No Wood Wailer would think to leave the upkeep of his weapon to another. Every Wailer knows that this─and only this─is his spear. There are many others like it, but this one is his. Skilled Disciples of the Hand are sought to make tools with which Wailers can lavish care on their arms.	13	6	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	10	77	0	56	80012	917748	true	0	1.0	19770	258	33	0	18	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
177	175	I Saw What You Did There	He who is raw in one discipline is well seasoned in another, and contrariwise. Though shaping up to be fine fighters, some in this company shall never a carpenter make, having not taken so much as a file to their sawblades for many a moon. New saws we will have, to be kept under lock and key.	13	6	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	10	77	0	56	80012	917749	true	0	1.0	22066	445	33	0	18	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
178	176	That's Some Fine Grinding	Wood Wailers have a passion for acorn flour bread, walnut paste, and other forest delicacies. Following recent tensions over the bogarting of tools, the militia has decided to issue every Wailer his own means to crush, pound, and powder. Interested blacksmiths will find the terms generous.	13	6	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	10	77	0	56	80012	917750	true	0	1.0	8505	315	33	0	26	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
179	177	The Naked Blade	Ever in search of that sweet twilight where terror and bliss are one, Master Gegeruju commands a steel falchion be crafted for a very special skirmish. The blade will be wielded by a sword dancer said to eschew all raiments, for is she not clad in her considerable reputation?	113	6	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	10	77	0	32	80011	917751	true	0	1.0	45424	347	34	0	19	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
180	178	Out on a Limb	The Brugaire Consortium has received a commission as exclusive as it is unusual: the illustrious client bids us make a barber-surgeon's saw, “wolfish of teeth and swanlike in form,” to take his gout-afflicted foot off with. A plump purse awaits a crafter who delivers this chimera.	114	6	1	30	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917752	true	0	1.0	29450	324	34	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
181	179	Can You Spare a Dolabra	The Brugaire Consortium has long enjoyed the friendship of the largest mining interest in Ul'dah, Amajina & Sons Mineral Concern. The recent discovery of unusually rich seams has created more work, and Amajina is in need of more dolabras. Delivery should be made to a Brugaire officer.	114	6	1	30	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917753	true	0	1.0	19130	612	241	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
182	180	A Spy in the House of Love	A gentleman of well-developed sensuality is our Master Gegeruju, and he gives his all─or at least quite a bit─to the pursuit of the recherché. He has of late taken to shutting himself in a chest, an awl in hand; there he bores a peephole through which to gaze upon his nescient amour.	113	6	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	10	77	0	32	80011	917754	true	0	1.0	30282	323	35	0	18	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
183	181	Hard Knock Life	Of late, too much rest has Master Gegeruju overlanguorous, yet it would be as much as one's place is worth if any in the household were to rouse him from his slumber. A gentle earthquake would be just the thing to prise open his eyes, and we seek a great hammer to this end.	113	6	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	10	77	0	32	80011	917755	true	0	1.0	29450	273	35	0	18	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
184	182	Don't Fear the Reaper	In Costa del Sol grows a garden of earthly delights under Master Gegeruju's tender care. He binds the vines with hair from his own head while singing sweet madrigals. Alas, there are signs his passion is ebbing, and we believe in being prepared. We await delivery of an exceptionally keen scythe.	113	6	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	10	77	0	32	80011	917756	true	0	1.0	19130	418	242	0	26	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
185	183	You Spin Me Round	The astrologians of the Observatorium tether themselves together when they climb to the crow's nest, for the stars have the power to befuddle even the sense of what lies above and what below. A recent mishap has taught them that where there is rope, there must be a blade to part its strangling plies─and the broader the blade, the better.	122	6	1	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	10	77	0	63	80011	917877	true	0	1.0	64792	414	36	0	19	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
186	184	Awl about Who You Know	First order of business: we at the Brugaire Consortium need steel awls, and there's not a moment to lose! Brugaire is the preferred procurer for the Leatherworkers' Guild, as you know. No? Well, perhaps some of us aren't as cognizant of the goings-on of this great city as we ought to be, hm?	114	6	1	35	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917878	true	0	1.0	41034	673	36	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
187	185	Spice Cadet	There you are, I sent for you hours ago. The head spicer at the Seventh Sage is in a rare state. Why must everyone be in such a hurry these days? She asks─demands, really─a quantity of chemist's mortars for some overwrought formulation. Well, come on, I haven't got all day, you know.	114	6	1	35	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917879	true	0	1.0	23940	688	243	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
188	186	Lending a Hand	The great astroscope at the Observatorium is due for cleaning, but the engineers do not grow more dextrous with advancing age or deepening cold. I fear that the usual wares are quite inadequate to the task. Craft for them thrice-hardened tools, with cunning handles that incite a secure grip.	122	6	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	10	77	0	63	80012	917880	true	0	1.0	43194	433	37	0	18	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
189	187	Colder than Steel	The demand for head knives grows as folk take to hunting for fur as much as meat. The nights are colder in Coerthas since the Calamity. It is as though we have been banished to a lesser place at the sun's feast, supping on meager rabbit while suckling pig is served at the high table.	122	6	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	10	77	0	63	80012	917881	true	0	1.0	41034	346	37	0	18	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
190	188	Seemed Like the Thing to Get	The winter storms will close the mountain pass, cutting Coerthas off from Gridania. All the merchants are laying in a large stock of necessaries; wags have been heard calling it the “cold rush.” Today, it's for kitchen knives. In three days, it will be something else.	122	6	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	10	77	0	63	80012	917882	true	0	1.0	23940	551	244	0	26	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
191	189	A Weighty Question	The master-at-arms of House Durendaire is as much a scholar as a warrior. He suspects that clubs need not be heavy, only strong─that one could smash gates with a goblet if the latter were the harder of the two. If this maul proves him right, the heavy cavalry may find itself less burdened than the light.	123	6	1	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	10	77	0	63	80011	917883	true	0	1.0	81322	478	38	0	19	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
192	190	A Mixed Message	Mythril pliers! What next, steel coronets? A gold skillet perhaps, hm? Precious metal shall not be put to base use. Everything in its place and everyone in his place, I say. I don't usually stand for this─this topsy-turviness, but the customers are some very humorless Ishgardian types, you see!	114	6	1	40	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917884	true	0	1.0	55774	409	38	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
193	191	File That under Whatever	Well, I haven't seen such a large order for files since the mass breakout at Fivesook Prison. I am jesting, of course. Needless to say, the Brugaire Consortium is not in the habit of supplying contraband to reprobates. I am surprised that you would even have to wonder at such a thing, really. Hmph!	114	6	1	40	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917885	true	0	1.0	32049	606	245	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
194	192	Kitchen Casualties	The banality of war is best seen in household accounts, a peek at which can be had for a price. The recent Dravanian attacks cost House Durendaire half a hundred kitchen knives─surely they need sturdier replacements. Some knights were left equally molten, but these we cannot supply by the gross.	123	6	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	10	77	0	63	80012	917886	true	0	1.0	54214	478	39	0	18	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
195	193	Get Me to the War on Time	Since the loss of the Stone Vigil, the armory at the Whitebrim outpost is swathed in a veil of sparks, ever renewed by hammers that fall night and day. What vengeful bride do the smiths attend, in that harsh and clangorous place that wears down metal and men alike?	123	6	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	10	77	0	63	80012	917887	true	0	1.0	56534	403	39	0	18	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
196	194	Streamlining Operations	House Durendaire leaves nothing unexamined as it refines its siegecraft in readiness for the coming battle for the Stone Vigil. An iron hammer needs three taps on a bolt where a mythril one can drive it home in a single stroke; therefore, all siege engineers will go equipped with the precious tool.	123	6	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	10	77	0	63	80012	917888	true	0	1.0	32049	629	246	0	26	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
197	195	I'd Rather Be Digging	The dig at Silvertear Falls has come to a standstill while everyone works feverishly to replace the leather straps, linings, and sundry destroyed in the pursuit of knowledge. We of the Sons of Saint Coinach are commissioning an electrum head knife to speed up the leatherworking and allow the dig to resume.	124	6	1	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	10	77	0	67	80011	917889	true	0	1.0	106560	616	40	0	19	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
198	196	No Refunds, Only Exchanges	Adventurers returning from the north have the temerity to complain that our steel files turned brittle in the extreme cold. Personally, I think it's likely that this is a ploy, a scheme to squeeze us for extra gil, but it is more than my place is worth to say so to my betters.	114	6	1	45	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917890	true	0	1.0	67146	600	40	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
199	197	You Stay on That Side	Dear me, you again. I know, I know─it <i>is</i> pleasant to work for the best. Nobody is faulting you, young adventurer! I have just the commission for your tenacious talents: pliers for Coerthas. The sheep folk there seem to have developed a sudden passion for marking property lines with tined wire.	114	6	1	45	0	1	0	27	27	false	10	77	0	27	80011	917891	true	0	1.0	39087	679	247	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
200	198	Pop That Top	Many of the Allagan artifacts recovered are...fickle. We have found that the form of the storage vessel is critical; a domed top focuses the aether in the manner that keeps the relics stable. All the containers will have to be altered, but with the right tools, it shall take no more than two moons.	124	6	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	10	77	0	67	80013	917892	true	0	1.0	71040	706	41	0	18	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
201	199	Talon Terrors	The senior naturalist seeing over the dig at Saint Coinach's Find near Silvertear Falls has suffered from a phobia of claws following a ghast mauling. All manner of items resembling the cause of his fear were hidden away─so well in the case of the humble claw hammer that it cannot be found at all.	124	6	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	10	77	0	67	80013	917893	true	0	1.0	67146	499	41	0	18	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
202	200	I Maul Right	The recent events at Silvertear Falls have thinned the expedition's inventory of tools, and many in the camp have come to rely, perhaps overly much, on the maul. Having been used for everything from opening crates to starting fires, they are in sore need of replacing.	124	6	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	10	77	0	67	80013	917894	true	0	1.0	39087	722	248	0	26	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
203	201	Ain't Got No Ingots	An epidemic of snoring sickness has broken out in the tin mines of Ul'dah, and the pewter cartel is aggressively buying up all the tin it can. To ensure an uninterrupted supply of bronze, the Brugaire Consortium is paying top gil for bronze ingots.	114	7	1	1	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917757	true	0	1.0	480	94	42	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
204	202	Skillet Labor	With the craze for skilletball firmly in the past, twin opportunities have surfaced. The Brugaire Consortium has contracted scrap dealers to collect the dented skillets, while offering new ones at a generous discount. The Consortium is hiring artisans in good standing to turn out the goods.	114	7	1	1	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917758	true	0	1.0	860	96	42	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
205	203	Eyes Bigger than the Plate	Red Rooster Stead's bought its share of bronze this and bronze that lately. It doesn't put me in the easiest frame of mind to be wastin' gil on simple things like tools. Why don't you bring me a nice bronze plate, and we'll make what we need right here at the Stead.	115	7	1	1	0	1	0	200	200	false	11	78	0	31	80011	917759	true	0	1.0	1092	97	42	0	19	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
206	204	The Alloyed Truth	The long rainy season has wreaked rusty havoc on iron rivets preferred by many a farmstead. Once the Consortium's silver-tongued agents are done, the clamor for bronze rivets is expected to be somewhere between “loud” and “gods protect us.” Smiths both deft and deaf are sought for this opportunity.	115	7	1	1	0	1	0	200	200	false	11	78	0	31	80011	917760	true	0	1.0	728	93	43	0	18	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
207	205	Don't Hit Me One More Time	We've been trying out different tools to double as arms, so's we can protect ourselves from kobolds. Well. It hasn't been perfect. What I mean to say is, the farmhands now need a little protectin' from each other. We're going to need shields and we're ready to pay.	115	7	1	1	0	1	0	200	200	false	11	78	0	31	80011	917761	true	0	1.0	1770	144	43	0	18	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
208	206	Distill It Yourself	I do detest the...the grubbing attitude that seems to have infected Eorzea since the Calamity. This idea that everyone should be able to do a little alchemy! Let the experts handle it, I say, but if they want to muck about with an alembic, I'll not cry for them!	114	7	1	1	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917762	true	0	1.0	1092	95	43	0	19	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
209	207	You've Got Mail	Armorers nimble of finger and simple in tastes are asked to present themselves to the offices of the Brugaire Consortium, where they will hear opportunities to their advantage regarding the supplying of haubergeons to be sold in Gridania.	114	7	1	5	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917763	true	0	1.0	2106	120	44	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
210	208	Headbangers' Thrall	The Marauders' Guild has a list of occupational hazards as long as a blackthorn, and it is a sign of the respect they command that none dare jest about their barber bill. A split head is a hurt too far for even the marauders, and they seek delivery of barbuts to use in their fabled drills.	114	7	1	5	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917764	true	0	1.0	4044	142	44	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
211	209	Bronzed and Burnt	Cooking pots seemed to work well enough as helms, but the hands all have scorched noses from the sun. The sight of so many scabrous snouts grows intolerable, for these folk were never what you'd call fair to look upon. Make us some bronze sallets before I have another snootful of scarlet.	115	7	1	5	0	1	0	200	200	false	11	78	0	31	80011	917765	true	0	1.0	3430	142	44	0	19	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
212	210	Rodents of Unusual Size	We haven't taken care of the hayricks as well as we should have, what with all this arming instead of farming. The rats are as big as cats in some of those ricks, and a rat bite is no jest. What we need are well-made sollerets to shield the feet and deliver a hard kick with.	115	7	1	5	0	1	0	200	200	false	11	78	0	31	80011	917766	true	0	1.0	2274	120	45	0	18	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
213	211	Strait Ain't the Gate	A farm's no fort, even with stout enough fences if the kobolds get frisky. But ye know, the Red Rooster Stead's front gate is naught more than a few deals on a pair of uprights. We need a smith to craft us a shield large enough to make fast to the gates, or the kobolds will gambol right in.	115	7	1	5	0	1	0	200	200	false	11	78	0	31	80011	917767	true	0	1.0	4044	144	45	0	18	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
214	212	Get into Their Heads	You have a certain rapport with zealot types, do you? Excellent, excellent. They say the dragoons of Ishgard have developed an irrational dislike of steel helms. That, my footloose friend, is opportunity. There's a ship leaving soon, with just enough room for a crate of chainmail coifs.	114	7	1	5	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917768	true	0	1.0	3430	120	45	0	19	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
215	213	Waist Not, Want Not	The Holy See of Ishgard has placed an order for a belt of bronze plates, stating that the metal is most pleasing to the chocobos. There are also reports that the dragoons cook rustic viands on the sun-seared plates, when home is far and the archbishop's commands weigh heavy on their souls.	114	7	1	10	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917589	true	0	1.0	4460	146	46	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
216	214	All Ovo That	They say that when the wind changes, the Qiqirn oil their wagon wheels and dream of the open trails. It is also during this time that their lust for eggs fried in clarified butter reaches new heights. The Consortium is prepared to take delivery of a shipment of iron skillets from willing crafters.	114	7	1	10	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917590	true	0	1.0	7744	292	46	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
217	215	Greavous Losses	You win some, you lose some, if you get my drift and meander. Sometimes, you hedge a risk and get thrown over the hedge into the drink. Not to put too fine a point on it, but I need to turn a fast gil. Bring me a shipment of greaves right quick, so I can sail for Ul'dah and make things right.	116	7	1	10	0	1	0	218	218	false	11	78	0	33	80011	917591	true	0	1.0	7698	239	46	0	19	5	4169749	110032	true	0	14
218	216	Cook Intentions	I have my ship, all my limbs and both my eyes. My sails fill with wind and my belly with rum. What care have I in the world? The gods have blessed me and I mean to repay. Find me fine smiths to turn out culinary tools, and I will see the poor fed all down the coast!	116	7	1	10	0	1	0	218	218	false	11	78	0	33	80011	917595	true	0	1.0	4460	144	47	0	18	5	4169749	110032	true	0	14
219	217	Still the Best	Now, I've been known to say that only the best, the second best, and the third best will do. I'm a man of conviction and you'll hear no apologies on that score. But for a thing like an alembic, only Lominsan workmanship will do. I'll not have sour grog or burnt hands on my conscience.	116	7	1	10	0	1	0	218	218	false	11	78	0	33	80011	917596	true	0	1.0	7744	268	47	0	18	5	4169749	110032	true	0	14
220	218	Stadium Envy	Have you been to the Coliseum in Ul'dah? But you must! I saw the Bull of Ala Mhigo fight and let me tell you, you haven't lived until you've shouted yourself hoarse for a gladiator. Well, filling this order for a gauntlet is as close as you'll get to the action today. But someday, my dear adventurer!	114	7	1	10	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917597	true	0	1.0	7794	191	47	0	19	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
221	219	Cover Girl	The tedious diffidence that plagues many souls in the spring of their life has spawned a curious new fashion: youths strut the streets in a full barbut. Since the fever is sure to be short-lived, a consignment of decorated bronze barbuts is urgently sought by the Consortium.	114	7	1	15	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917592	true	0	1.0	8114	225	48	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
222	220	Fashion Weak	Vanity is ever a friend to commerce. Armor lasts a hundred seasons, but even the lowliest conscript lusts for the latest fashion: immodest cloisonné, a bevy of embossed beasts, novel severity. The Consortium is prepared to take delivery of a consignment of exotic iron cuirasses at a seductive price.	114	7	1	15	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917593	true	0	1.0	12218	312	48	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
223	221	Kiss the Pan (Good-bye)	As the <i>Ice Princess</i> prepares to sail, the crew discovers that the cook has jumped ship, having borne all he could of their denunciation of his bread-and-marmalade pudding. Worse, he has scorched all the pans and salted the galley floor. Will no crafter answer the crew's call for a new skillet?	117	7	1	15	0	1	0	223	223	false	11	78	0	33	80011	917594	true	0	1.0	13146	249	48	0	19	5	3999018	110033	true	0	14
224	222	A Well-rounded Crew	The <i>Ice Princess</i> returns, as usual a little worse for the wear and much improved in standing with the banks. As evidenced by a fresh slew of buried arrowheads on the deck, the crew has a need of compact round shields for the journey out.	117	7	1	15	0	1	0	223	223	false	11	78	0	33	80011	917598	true	0	1.0	8454	216	49	0	18	5	3999018	110033	true	0	14
225	223	A Firm Hand	Captain H'rhanbolo believes in being hands-on with negotiations, and the ways of the world being what they are, she is occasionally forced to drive a hard bargain─and a harder fist into sizable guts. As a result, her gauntlets are in constant need of replacing.	117	7	1	15	0	1	0	223	223	false	11	78	0	33	80011	917599	true	0	1.0	12218	312	49	0	18	5	3999018	110033	true	0	14
226	224	Still Crazy After All These Years	Ul'dahn distilling techniques are something of a novelty still in Wineport, you know. I do believe most vintners would die of embarrassment if they were seen with a pot still! But at least one vintner─excuse me, <i>vintian</i> is the preferred term─would like an alembic to study.	114	7	1	15	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917600	true	0	1.0	13146	335	49	0	19	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
227	225	Night Squawker	The night is dark, and full of chocobos. The dark, torches, and startled birds can be a dangerous mix for all concerned. The Consortium has an open order for custom shields fitted with lanterns, which chocobokeeps may use on their nocturnal sojourns among the more rambunctious of their charges.	114	7	1	20	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917547	true	0	1.0	12746	275	50	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
228	226	Get Me the Hard Stuff	Most agree that the buckler is the most manageable shield for novices, and sales are always brisk. Following a plague of powder-post worms, many households find their wood items fit only for the bonfire. The demand will never be higher for ironclad bucklers, and the rewards are equally high.	114	7	1	20	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917548	true	0	1.0	7331	424	50	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
229	227	246 Kinds of Cheese	The Wood Wailer code allows amply for retreat with honor, and for reasons that are none of your business, a Wailer patrol refrained from engaging the Ixali. Alas, upon returning to the fire, they found the frypan sullied by noisome cheese favored by the beastmen. A replacement is urgently sought.	13	7	1	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	11	78	0	56	80012	917549	true	0	1.0	20578	160	50	0	19	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
230	228	No Hand-me-downs	There is no warrior more fierce than he who bars the enemy's way into his own home. Hence, every young woman and man of the hamlets is trained and armed as a freesword by the Wood Wailers. With so many who fled the Calamity swelling the ranks, the Wailers find themselves short on gauntlets.	13	7	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	11	78	0	56	80012	917550	true	0	1.0	12746	257	51	0	18	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
231	229	Not Enough Headroom	The quartermaster of the Wood Wailers has been overheard affectionately calling the freeswords “metal-eaters,” so great is the call on the armory by these spirited resident-soldiers of the hamlets. A perusal of the stock finds the Wailers surprisingly low on helms.	13	7	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	11	78	0	56	80012	917551	true	0	1.0	7331	347	51	0	26	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
232	230	I Was a Teenage Wailer	Anyone who trains a warrior also nursemaids a child, for that is what young men are. Half of them are covered in boils; the other half have given themselves some hideous wound─and of course, all of them are hungry. All we can do is distill more helichrysum water and wait.	13	7	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	11	78	0	56	80011	917552	true	0	1.0	13718	245	51	0	18	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
233	231	Ingot We Trust	The archbishop of Ishgard may call faith “the staunchest metal,” but steel has ever been a welcome commodity in the secretive theocracy. Reports from the north indicate that the Holy See's long dance with the dragons grows fevered again, and steel ingots may soon surpass faith in price, if not in strength.	114	7	1	25	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917769	true	0	1.0	19770	239	52	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
234	232	A Leg to Stand On	The quartermaster of the Wood Wailers is a fount of puns: “greaves save much grieving.” Much truth is said in even the most meager of jests, thus the Wailers equip every freesword with a set of greaves. As always, if the items be fair, let the rewards be equally fair.	13	7	1	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	11	78	0	56	80011	917770	true	0	1.0	27786	274	52	0	19	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
235	233	Tisket Tasset	House Fortemps of Ishgard has placed an order for steel tassets through a series of intermediaries. Unfortunately for them, they are no match for the Brugaire Consortium's obstinacy when it comes to their tenet no. 7: always know your principal.	114	7	1	25	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917771	true	0	1.0	13240	625	52	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
236	234	Need for Mead	In the forest, no one can hear you call, “another flagon!” After some spirited debate, the Wood Wailers have ordered an alembic. It is hoped that by making their own mead, they may quench their thirst without incommoding the hamlets and their modest breweries.	13	7	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	11	78	0	56	80012	917772	true	0	1.0	19770	338	53	0	18	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
237	235	Hot for Teacher	It seems the cook has been too liberal with dragon peppers of late, for the freeswords rain blows upon their fighting masters with bellicosity best reserved for epic battles. All sergeants shall be issued plate armor for the time being, whilst the cook is persuaded to forgo the searing spice.	13	7	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	11	78	0	56	80012	917773	true	0	1.0	18524	288	53	0	18	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
238	236	Get Shirty	The freeswords of the hamlets are as the trees of the forest: no two are too alike, and the great and small, the gross and lissome are so unalike as to beggar words and confound the quartermaster. For brave fighters ill-served by plate armor, a stock of mail shirt is urgently needed.	13	7	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	11	78	0	56	80012	917774	true	0	1.0	13240	630	53	0	26	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
239	237	Eyes on a Hard Body	The eyes of Master Gegeruju are as unclouded as the sky in deep winter. Wherever he sees beauty, he delights unreservedly; whenever he delights, he rewards lavishly. A certain Ul'dahn gladiator has brought the master joy, and he has a mind to present the head-turner with a shield most exquisite.	113	7	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	11	78	0	32	80011	917775	true	0	1.0	47824	389	54	0	19	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
240	238	Aurochs Star	Once a gladiator adored as the “Bull of Ala Mhigo,” Raubahn Aldynn now serves the sultana as the leader of the Immortal Flames. But it seems blood is brighter when spilt in the arena─the people of Ul'dah pay top gil for shields embossed with the bull, not the flame.	114	7	1	30	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917776	true	0	1.0	30282	433	54	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
241	239	Romper Stomper	When the specter of war looms, the citizenry's tastes in all manner of things shift to the martial. The high street shops in Ul'dah cannot keep up with the demand for the steel-clad version of their dancing boots. War is good for commerce, if hard on ankles.	114	7	1	30	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917777	true	0	1.0	17670	407	249	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
242	240	Skillet Scandal	I can assure you that gluttony is not one of Master Gegeruju's many sins─he has the daintiest portions of the choicest items. Alas, some of those choices leave cookware dishonored and scullions weeping─or do I mean the other way around? Well, do send around a new skillet. I shall see to the help.	113	7	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	11	78	0	32	80011	917778	true	0	1.0	31882	345	55	0	18	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
243	241	Kitty Get Your Helm	In all of Costa del Sol, there are none so delightfully full of mock as Master Gegeruju. Espying a sleek tabby weaving its way through the legs of unheeding city guards, the master instantly dubbed her “Hero” and declared that the insouciant feline must have her own steel helm.	113	7	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	11	78	0	32	80011	917779	true	0	1.0	30282	405	55	0	18	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
244	242	They've Got Legs	Ruing the unsightly pallor of greave-smothered shins, Master Gegeruju ordered his mercenary guards to go about their duties bare-legged for a month. Alas, unused arms are like sugar, and some pismire took it upon himself to pilfer the greaves. Replacements are urgently sought.	113	7	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	11	78	0	32	80011	917780	true	0	1.0	17670	723	250	0	26	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
245	243	Very Slow Array	The new astroscope at the Observatorium was not built in a day─in fact, it is still far from complete. The astrologians fondly call it the Lazy Eye, for it has taken them years to acquire the lens alone. In comparison, this sheet of mythril to guard against stray sparks should prove simple indeed.	122	7	1	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	11	78	0	63	80011	917895	true	0	1.0	64792	407	56	0	19	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
246	244	Hollow Hallmarks	Mythril, mythril everywhere, and not a grain to be trusted! Not that I'm naming names, but have you seen what passes for a reputable mythril merchant these days? The assay office has been absolutely worthless. If we strike fast, Brugaire will become the only place for proper mythril.	114	7	1	35	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917896	true	0	1.0	43194	314	56	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
247	245	Get Me the Usual	I have some excellent news: sellswords are flourishing in Ul'dah─Amalj'aa problems, don't you know─and they simply can't get enough of armor. Oh no, not that over-fancy mythril stuff either. It's nice to know that some warriors don't look down their noses at good old-fashioned plate armor.	114	7	1	35	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917897	true	0	1.0	23940	737	251	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
248	246	War Is a Pain in the Back	Of late there have been rumors of knights young and old─well, young and slightly less young, at any rate─bedbound by an evil affliction. I suspect it is naught more than a spasm of the back brought on by cold and the snow-muddled gait of the chocobos. A firm girding should cure what ails.	122	7	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	11	78	0	63	80012	917898	true	0	1.0	43194	604	57	0	18	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
249	247	Skillet to the Stars	In their single-minded pursuit of the new astroscope, the astrologians at the Observatorium have quite forgotten their more earthbound needs. It seems they have eaten naught but boiled food all this time, the skillet having been pawned during a particularly lean patch in the fund-raising.	122	7	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	11	78	0	63	80012	917899	true	0	1.0	41034	320	57	0	18	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
250	248	I've Got You under My Skin	House Durendaire of Ishgard is an excellent, if unforgiving, customer. As the urchins sing, “Fail them once and lose their trade, cheat them once and you'll be flayed.” You have played the flirt with time before; you now know what is at stake should you be late with these caligae.	122	7	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	11	78	0	63	80012	917900	true	0	1.0	23940	601	252	0	26	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
251	249	Liquid Persuasion	Even the Durendaires lost men at the Stone Vigil, and how: steel helms collapsing like silk purses in the dragon fire, the men inside suddenly without mouths to shriek with. The master-at-arms is a man blunt in speech: “If we must die by fire,” he notes, “we shall burn like men─not cook like beasts.”	123	7	1	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	11	78	0	63	80011	917901	true	0	1.0	83662	595	58	0	19	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
252	250	Everybody Cut Footloose	The Coliseum management is a valued customer─the artistic director is a personal friend─and they're having some retention problems. You've heard of Ari the Anklebiter? Cuts men off at the ankle, ends their career in one stroke, one might say. Vulgar showboating! The Coliseum is not pleased, oh no.	114	7	1	40	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917902	true	0	1.0	54214	630	58	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
253	251	Distill and Know that I'm Right	Ah, just the person I wanted to see. You have a good deal of experience with alchemists, do you not? Well, good enough, anyway. Almost none? As I said, good enough. We would need you to secure a good number of alembics for us. And I wouldn't go advertising how green I am, hmph!	114	7	1	40	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917903	true	0	1.0	32049	733	253	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
254	252	Metal Fatigue	A long-dead wag once noted that the words of House Durendaire ought to be “Better Is What We Like,” and apparently, what they like at the moment is mythril. Such is their disdain for steel, found wanting against dragon breath, that they spit upon each discard as they take up arms of mythril.	123	7	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	11	78	0	63	80012	917904	true	0	1.0	55774	568	59	0	18	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
255	253	Family Secrets	It has long been the custom of a certain house to taste the first new wine of the year out of an heirloom mythril helm. Alas, it was recently discovered to be a plated copy, substituted for the original sometime during the last five score years. The family seeks a replacement barbut─and discretion.	123	7	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	11	78	0	63	80012	917905	true	0	1.0	54214	641	59	0	18	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
256	254	Employee Retention	A dragoon of House Durendaire is not so easily replaced, and is said to have finer armor than many an outlander general. 'Tis hard to gainsay the truth of it when the master-at-arms is replacing every steel helm and coif with mythril, after the fiery hellscape of the Stone Vigil.	123	7	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	11	78	0	63	80012	917906	true	0	1.0	32049	728	254	0	26	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
257	255	Feasting the Night Away	The quest for knowledge is ever fraught with danger, and the last few months at Silvertear Falls illustrate how great are the risk and the rewards. Now that the expedition is resupplied and the senior naturalist quite recovered, a primal feast cooked in a thick skillet is in order.	124	7	1	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	11	78	0	67	80011	917907	true	0	1.0	106560	618	60	0	19	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
258	256	Cobalt Aforethought	I do wish people would think things through. This new encampment of the Yellowjackets─surely they have been building it for a while, hmmm? Plenty of opportunities to order cobalt plates ahead of time, wouldn't you say? Oh, of course they will pay a premium but that is really not the point!	114	7	1	45	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917908	true	0	1.0	56534	403	60	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
259	257	Some Dragoons Have All the Luck	Would you believe it, would you indeed? Entire suits of armor in pure─I can barely bring myself to say it─in pure mythril! Oh, that master-at-arms can talk all he wants of melting points and dragon fire, but he misses the point, I tell you. Such unthinking extravagance will not go unpunished.	114	7	1	45	0	1	0	27	27	false	11	78	0	27	80011	917909	true	0	1.0	39087	992	255	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
260	258	Parasitic Win	Some of the Sons of Saint Coinach are fond─too fond─of the barefoot state, especially after a day of clambering around in heavy boots and sweat-drenched moccasins. The surgeon has extracted a fireworm from the foot of one naturalist for the third time, and begs that they be appropriately shod.	124	7	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	11	78	0	67	80013	917910	true	0	1.0	71040	670	61	0	18	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
261	259	Booty Call	The Allagan site by Silvertear Lake continues to be a trove of knowledge great and small. The dig has reached an aether-rich stratum of crystals as hard as they are sharp. Though the naturalists are loath to surrender their moccasins, we at Saint Coinach's Find must insist on protective footwear.	124	7	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	11	78	0	67	80013	917911	true	0	1.0	67146	611	61	0	18	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
262	260	Dealing with the Tough Stuff	Under a crystallized stratum near Silvertear Lake, naturalists from Saint Coinach's Find have discovered wonderfully preserved ruins from the Great Allagan Empire. It is imperative that these structures be reinforced with cobalt before they are exposed to rigorous examination using modern magick.	124	7	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	11	78	0	67	80013	917912	true	0	1.0	33465	490	256	0	26	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
263	261	Pork Is a Salty Food	It is cruel irony indeed that seawater gives the sailor neither fresh water for his cup nor plentiful salt for his pork barrel. The casks of water are already in the holds. The Consortium is expecting a large delivery of streak o' lean, and requires ample salt so that the ships may be provisioned.	114	12	1	1	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917781	true	0	1.0	480	94	142	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
264	262	Trout Fishing in Limsa	The princess has abandoned her kingdom for the river, and the city guard has issued a formal protest at having to rescue so many entranced and dripping citizens. The Consortium has received a lucrative contract to cull the princess trout and is planning to serve them grilled at the feast of the Third Astral Moon.	114	12	1	1	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917782	true	0	1.0	1770	93	142	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
265	263	In Hot Water	One of them that was a hand at Red Rooster Stead has her own spread now, not half a day from Candlekeep Quay. She sent word begging for the recipe for our “famous coddled egg.” Shook me, it did, for I believed it a <i>boiled</i> egg all this time. I'll have to learn what this “boiling” business is.	115	12	1	1	0	1	0	200	200	false	16	83	0	31	80011	917783	true	0	1.0	1092	93	142	0	19	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
266	264	What a Sap	The mild winter's wreaked havoc on our sugarhouse. Less than half the usual harvest of maple syrup, and what we did get tastes like hot metal and must. It may be fit to feed to the pigs, but not to glaze the ham we make from them. There's no way around it: we'll need to buy some this year.	115	12	1	1	0	1	0	200	200	false	16	83	0	31	80011	917784	true	0	1.0	480	93	143	0	18	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
267	265	Meat-lover's Special	Thrice we've rebuilt the rock wall at the south end of the beanfield, and as far as I'm concerned, it's the last time. We've dug up every last one of those li'l diggers and are having ourselves a little feast. We need a good cook to grill marmot steaks. No sense letting good food go to waste.	115	12	1	1	0	1	0	200	200	false	16	83	0	31	80011	917785	true	0	1.0	1770	94	143	0	18	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
268	266	It's Always Sunny in Vylbrand	Ah, just the footloose sort of person I wanted to see. You're familiar with lowland grapes from these parts, are you not? Dusky, dusty, and strong enough to drop a dog. Someone must make raisins while the sun shines, and you seem the likely sort, my dear adventurer!	114	12	1	1	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917786	true	0	1.0	1092	93	143	0	19	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
269	267	Whip It	The Brugaire Consortium's springhouse has suffered a tragic coeurl incursion, decimating much of its dairy stock. A porter has been given the sack for leaving the door unlatched, and coeurls bearing milk mustaches are being sought. Top gil is being offered for a consignment of top-quality cream.	114	12	1	5	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917787	true	0	1.0	2106	116	144	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
270	268	Jack of All Plates	What can be sold once can be sold twice. Spotting an opportunity in the custom of discarding jacko'lanterns ere their flesh has withered, the Brugaire Consortium is exporting these pumpkins as pre-cut foodstuffs. They seek a cook to make sample dishes with which to convince prospective customers.	114	12	1	5	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917788	true	0	1.0	4044	187	144	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
271	269	A Real Fungi	The land around the Stead is full of wild mushrooms. None of them are exactly poison, but they put folk out of the way for a few bells, if you get my meaning. Now, we've got someone coming from the bank─you'll not hear the reason why from me─and we need a dish of mushies so toothsome he'll eat it all.	115	12	1	5	0	1	0	200	200	false	16	83	0	31	80011	917789	true	0	1.0	3430	116	144	0	19	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
272	270	Putting the Squeeze On	For years, the Red Rooster Stead's had its own supply of La Noscean orange juice. Someone owed us a debt of honor. Dunno exactly, something to do with ham. Anyway, the debt's apparently repaid; we got a single crate with “we're even” scrawled on it. Now we need to find a new supplier, and we'll pay, aye.	115	12	1	5	0	1	0	200	200	false	16	83	0	31	80011	917790	true	0	1.0	2106	117	145	0	18	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
273	271	Butter Me Up	One of the hands left a block─a block, mind you, not a brick─of kukuru butter out and didn't pay heed to the weather. Now we've got ourselves a fine-oiled dirt floor and not enough butter to make even a handful of bon-bons.	115	12	1	5	0	1	0	200	200	false	16	83	0	31	80011	917791	true	0	1.0	4044	144	145	0	18	5	3998970	110030	true	0	14
274	272	Fishy Revelations	Quick, quick! The seventh-in-command of the Maelstrom's Quartermaster Corps is coming to dinner. According to my dossier─I keep one on all my acquaintances, you know─he has a delicate stomach and an intemperate palate. Fish? Fish! Bring us pipira braised with fragrant mushrooms!	114	12	1	5	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917792	true	0	1.0	3430	140	145	0	19	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
275	273	Keep Your Powder Dry	The bitter rivalry over all things sweet has boiled over into the streets, with a daylight assault on moderate confiseurs by radical chocolatiers. The guild has ordered the miscreants to pay a large fine in kukuru powder, far more than they can supply out of their own stock.	114	12	1	10	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917601	true	0	1.0	4460	144	146	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
276	274	Pretty Enough to Eat	The demand for ornamental carp is not what it was, and the writing is on the wall according to market augurs. The time has come for the carp stock to serve a less festive and more digestive purpose. The Brugaire Consortium is eager to be the first to bring the grilled carp to tables everywhere.	114	12	1	10	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917602	true	0	1.0	7744	117	146	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
277	275	Go Ahead and Dig In	Sailors will drink anything, stevedores will eat anything. Mayhap it's the other way around, but you catch my drift. I've a mind to market farm-caught moles to mess halls. I've tried this before, but made the mistake of roasting them whole. Minced is best; bake me mole loaves.	116	12	1	10	0	1	0	218	218	false	16	83	0	33	80011	917603	true	0	1.0	7698	144	146	0	19	5	4169749	110032	true	0	14
278	276	Chew the Fat	Bad weather's coming, and we mean to ride it out in harbor. Nothing passes the time productively like a bit of bird, a bit of mead, and a bit of mostly honest business. Let the culinarians know I'm paying good gil for dodo dishes. A few bites of that, and I'll be sure to get some custom.	116	12	1	10	0	1	0	218	218	false	16	83	0	33	80011	917607	true	0	1.0	4460	141	147	0	18	5	4169749	110032	true	0	14
279	277	Fisher of Men	Aleport's not what you call enterprising. They'd sooner cut your throat than forgive a debt, but where's the percentage in that? Now in Limsa, you'd go easy, collect a favor later. You could say I'm a Lominsan by choice. I need salt cod─got an inside track on a deal thanks to one of those favors.	116	12	1	10	0	1	0	218	218	false	16	83	0	33	80011	917608	true	0	1.0	7744	141	147	0	18	5	4169749	110032	true	0	14
280	278	The Bango Zango Diet	I've had it suggested to me that the foul temperament of sailors is due to a surfeit of food that grows above ground. With the calming influence of foods nurtured in the dark and loamy ground, perhaps their mad bloodlust can be tamed. Root vegetables, of course, and...worms? Coal? I'll think on it.	114	12	1	10	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917609	true	0	1.0	7698	145	147	0	19	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
281	279	Omelette's Be Friends	A small complication has arisen around the imminent arrival of a trade delegation from Ul'dah: one of the merchants will touch no meat of any kind. Discreet inquiries tinged with panic have ascertained that he is a connoisseur of egg dishes, and has yet to taste the famous La Noscean omelette.	114	12	1	15	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917604	true	0	1.0	8114	189	148	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
282	280	Shy Is the Oyster	The Brugaire Consortium is in urgent need of a shipment of raw oysters. No questions will be asked or answered. Porters are requested to present themselves at the side door after making their way to the building with extreme nonchalance. Disguises are not required; there is naught to hide.	114	12	1	15	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917605	true	0	1.0	9044	144	148	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
283	281	A Total Nut Job	The <i>Ice Princess</i> is as unlucky in pastry cooks as it is lucky in battle and trade. To quell any talk of ill omens, Captain H'rhanbolo has instituted a “no baking” rule on the pain of keelhaul. To ensure an adequate supply of oven-baked goodness, the crew seeks crusty yet moist walnut bread.	117	12	1	15	0	1	0	223	223	false	16	83	0	33	80011	917606	true	0	1.0	13146	141	148	0	19	5	3999018	110033	true	0	14
284	282	Sweet Smell of Success	Having turned a disappointingly small profit on a consignment of garlic, the <i>Ice Princess</i> is seeking a cargo capable of freshening its hold, soothing the weary crew and replenishing the coffers. The bumper crop of lavender in La Noscea means a chance to buy low and sell high.	117	12	1	15	0	1	0	223	223	false	16	83	0	33	80011	917610	true	0	1.0	8114	196	149	0	18	5	3999018	110033	true	0	14
285	283	Rustic Repast	The captain and crew of the <i>Ice Princess</i> are some of the hardest working around. As a result, their shore leaves tend to be an affair involving much hearty eating and property damage. An order for chicken sautéed with mushrooms has preceded the ship's arrival, and the rewards are substantial.	117	12	1	15	0	1	0	223	223	false	16	83	0	33	80011	917611	true	0	1.0	12218	192	149	0	18	5	3999018	110033	true	0	14
286	284	Flakes for Friends	The cannonwright's second assistant is dropping by for tea, if you must know. I've known him personally for─oh, forever, practically. Six moons or so. Forever! It certainly merits a proper tea cake─apple tart would do nicely. Many a Lominsan friendship has been built on pastry.	114	12	1	15	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917612	true	0	1.0	13146	141	149	0	19	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
287	285	A Grape Idea	Poor wine can always find new life by banking the fire of its ferment with the juice of fruits. The wine so cooled enjoys great popularity among those indifferent to the noble vine. The purpose may be questionable, but a delivery of grape juice to the Consortium will receive a very favorable response.	114	12	1	20	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917571	true	0	1.0	12746	240	150	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
288	286	Brain Food	The recent popularity of walnut bread is being seized upon as an excellent ploy to distract the citizenry from a wheat shortage. To fan the sparks of enjoyment into a rage, the Consortium is ordering artisanal walnut bread to be resold by the most exclusive purveyors.	114	12	1	20	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917572	true	0	1.0	5259	236	150	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
289	287	Feast of All Soles	One of the millers in the hamlets lost his wife last year, and her absence makes an empty house of his heart. The Wood Wailers will serve the dish she was famous for, salmon meunière, at her oneyear remembrance. A militia must protect more than life and livelihood, else what would we fight for?	13	12	1	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	16	83	0	56	80012	917573	true	0	1.0	20578	193	150	0	19	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
290	288	For Crumbs' Sake	The honeyguide is a fickle creature. Last year, these birds favored the Wood Wailers; this year, they lead bears to honey-packed hives, leaving the Wailers to husband their stock of honey. A delivery of honey muffins to the sadly deprived forest folk will not go unappreciated.	13	12	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	16	83	0	56	80012	917574	true	0	1.0	12746	231	151	0	18	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
291	289	Picnic Panic	A particularly rigorous bout of practice has left the Wailers with stiff hands and sore fingers, hardly fit for patting and pinching of shortcrust pastry. Yet the picnic for the youngest citizens of the hamlets will not wait; a swift delivery of apple tarts is sought.	13	12	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	16	83	0	56	80012	917575	true	0	1.0	5259	236	151	0	26	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
292	290	Food Fight	The Wood Wailers may have lost their best cook in a disagreement over dragon peppers. Some hard words were exchanged, not to mention hard ladles, and the upshot is that we all went to bed without supper. A sober discussion over a hearty antelope pie may set the matter to rights.	13	12	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	16	83	0	56	80011	917576	true	0	1.0	13718	240	151	0	18	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
293	291	Convalescence Precedes Essence	Seasickness is an inescapable ordeal for all new sailors. The nausea is not inside the afflicted; they feel it out there in the hull, in the lanyard, everywhere around them. Ginger cookies have proven solidly popular as discreet succor for novice seafarers.	114	12	1	25	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917793	true	0	1.0	19770	236	152	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
294	292	Cooking with Gas	The annual war game between the freeswords and the Wood Wailers is nigh. A fortnight of near-deadly seriousness is certain to leave nerves frayed and stomachs agrowl. Stew stations are being set up to ensure that some of the fog of war will be fragrant steam rising from iron pots.	13	12	1	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	16	83	0	56	80011	917794	true	0	1.0	33100	236	152	0	19	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
295	293	Fever Pitch	There are reports of ague in the west, and the fevered masses crave relief. The best remedy money can buy is Gridanian chamomile decocted in spring water over the smokeless flames of bayberry wax; the Consortium seeks the same from enterprising artisans.	114	12	1	25	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917795	true	0	1.0	8505	193	152	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
296	294	Whirled Peas	The forest yields warm game and cool plants. While time will make cold meats out of spit-roasted venison, dishes of piping hot edible greens are a rare treat for the Wood Wailers. Tureens of pea soup would be just the thing to keep the body healthy and spirits high.	13	12	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	16	83	0	56	80012	917796	true	0	1.0	19770	240	153	0	18	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
297	295	Love's Crumpets Lost	The annual Appreciation Tea for the womenfolk of the hamlets is upon us, but the kitchen has suffered a baker's block. It seems there was once tender passage betwixt one of the guests and a Wailer cook, and the memory of all the “honey this” and “crumpet that” quite stops her usually adept hands.	13	12	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	16	83	0	56	80012	917797	true	0	1.0	22066	141	153	0	18	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
298	296	I Love Lamprey	Tidy in the satchel and hearty in the belly, meat pies are the perfect ration for deep forest patrols. However, squirrels have been too long on the menu, and the rank and file grow restless at the monotony. Eel pies are certain to send them scampering into the green, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.	13	12	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	16	83	0	56	80012	917798	true	0	1.0	11115	258	153	0	26	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
299	297	Pretty as a Picture	The likeness of Master Gegeruju in the attic is looking a touch bloated of late. Though the master himself is as youthful and angelic as ever, one must be ever vigilant. A course of well-aged balsamic vinegar should curb his appetites and bring his humours into balance.	113	12	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	16	83	0	32	80011	917799	true	0	1.0	45424	289	154	0	19	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
300	298	Bloody Good Tart, This	The result of many years of patient breeding, blood currants are off to an excellent start; many a ham, boned and boneless, has bathed in their sanguine juices. To raise the curtain on the second act for this remarkable fruit, the Consortium is commissioning tarts for the high market day.	114	12	1	30	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917800	true	0	1.0	31882	245	154	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
301	299	True Grits	A pot of grits was left unstirred when a kitchen menial fainted from an excess of hunger. The lumpy result was served to unsuspecting northerners as hasty pudding, but the inn is now out of corn grits for breakfast. Top gil is being offered for bowls upon bowls of silky-smooth grits.	114	12	1	30	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917801	true	0	1.0	13887	159	289	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
302	300	Gegeruju Gets Down	A true gourmand knows no boundaries, supping on high and low alike. Master Gegeruju has drawn admiring gasps and scandalized titters by declaring that he means to partake of humble cornbread. Alas, this is one gustatory journey that the kitchen staff dare not accompany him on.	113	12	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	16	83	0	32	80011	917802	true	0	1.0	30282	282	155	0	18	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
303	301	Point Them with the Sticky End	Some say Master Gegeruju's genius for commerce flows from a mind untroubled by thought. If only they could see the bonny ideas that swim in that secret spring! This month, the master has ordered a ban on cutlery. A large order of tuna miq'abobs is sought by the biddable yet pragmatic household.	113	12	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	16	83	0	32	80011	917803	true	0	1.0	31882	445	155	0	18	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
304	302	Sole Survivor	Having emerged from a bout of solitary reflection, the master is eager for society. Commodious as his kitchen is, it is no match for the ambit of the guest list and the ambition of the menu. The household wishes to arrange for top culinarians to provide baked soles for the fête.	113	12	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	16	83	0	32	80011	917804	true	0	1.0	17670	264	290	0	26	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
305	303	No More Dumpster Diving	The remoteness of the First Dicasterial Observatorium of Aetherial and Astrological Phenomena and the natural frugality of the astrologians conspire to stock the larders with stale castoffs from Ishgardian dragoons. This shall not stand! I will see them supplied with freshly baked knights' bread even if my share of the rewards be smaller for it.	122	12	1	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	16	83	0	63	80011	917913	true	0	1.0	64792	332	156	0	19	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
306	304	Don't Turn Up Your Nose	You do have a knack of turning up when you're wanted. You shall be my nose in this current endeavor and procure an appalling order of sauerkraut. As an expert nose─no man is better versed in vine and vintage, I assure you─I cannot abide the smell of common things.	114	12	1	35	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917914	true	0	1.0	41034	443	156	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
307	305	Feeding Frenzy	I get on quite well with the Qiqirn, quite well. Dear little rascals, for the most part. Have you seen them take receipt of the comestibles they ordered? Delightful, the way they go on as though it were their nameday. I look forward to personally delivering these tidbits to our scampering customers.	114	12	1	35	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917915	true	0	1.0	19600	210	291	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
308	306	Winter of Our Discontent	A poet once said a winter river makes urchins of us all, gazing through a frosted pane at what we cannot have. I find myself thinking strange thoughts and I know not why... You can perhaps procure a stock of carp and mugwort. Beer-steamed carp being a thing of the past, mugwort will have to do.	122	12	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	16	83	0	63	80012	917916	true	0	1.0	43194	359	157	0	18	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
309	307	Rise and Dine	The food at the Observatorium is much improved, and the astrologians grow positively pink-cheeked. It gives me joy to see them prosper, so pure is their life's pursuit and so harmonious their days. I would like to present them with a triumphant cheese souffle to thank them for their custom.	122	12	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	16	83	0	63	80012	917917	true	0	1.0	41034	208	157	0	18	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
310	308	Leek Soup for the Soul	The dragoons of House Durendaire are on maneuvers, and the deaths already begin to mount. Many are too fatigued to take much nourishment at the end of the day, and so succumb to cold, a fall, a thrust they may otherwise have parried. Steaming bowls of cawl cennin may make all the difference.	122	12	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	16	83	0	63	80012	917918	true	0	1.0	23940	359	292	0	26	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
311	309	Moving Up in the World	With the fall of the Stone Vigil, the Whitebrim outpost finds its import much enhanced. It is the softer duties that are the hardest to adapt to─most of all visits by dignitaries, who must have their linen and crystal, fresh pears and delicate cheeses.	123	12	1	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	16	83	0	63	80011	917919	true	0	1.0	83662	401	158	0	19	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
312	310	The Perks of Life at Sea	I've toyed with the idea that sailors are the original necessary evil. Commerce needs ships and ships need sailors─gaudy wildlings known to hang their captains from the yardarm because they like not their salt pork supper. This jerked beef is tantamount to bribery, rank bribery, by the shipowner. Hmph!	114	12	1	40	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917920	true	0	1.0	54214	383	158	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
313	311	Made by Apple in Coerthas	Ah, just the adventurer I wanted to see. You've partaken of the earthly delights of Coerthas, I presume. No, no, my droll lamprey! I mean the mirror apple─bold as love and small as pleasure. A vat of its juice would be worth a sultana's ransom to Ul'dahn vintners.	114	12	1	40	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917921	true	0	1.0	32049	614	293	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
314	312	Rolanberry Fields Forever	There is a child's fable in Sharlayan about a place where rolanberries grow all year round, an orchard field where three bridges meet. While not the elixir of life that they are in the story, stewed rolanberries on soft cheese are much favored as nourishment in the sanitorium.	123	12	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	16	83	0	63	80012	917922	true	0	1.0	55774	401	159	0	18	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
315	313	Good Eats in Ishgard	House Durendaire has seen the survival rate for its winter training improve after substituting leek and popoto soup for salt-cured beef braids. Intrigued by the effects of more appealing rations, they are experimenting with dumplings of salt cod, crisp without and tender within.	123	12	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	16	83	0	63	80012	917923	true	0	1.0	54994	466	159	0	18	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
316	314	Pagan Pastries	While the Holy See frowns on rites from the early days of Ishgard, it must turn a blind eye to the Feast of Saint Daniffen or risk widespread discontent. On this day, the placid sunfish reigns over the most warlike of states─they say even Count Edmont consumes piles of the apple-filled pastries.	123	12	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	16	83	0	63	80012	917924	true	0	1.0	32049	409	294	0	26	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
317	315	Culture Club	The Sons of Saint Coinach draw toilers from all walks, races, and clans, and we must appreciate each other's heritage if we are to continue our patron's good works. We have planned a feast in the Ishgardian style, for that stern realm's Day of Atonement. All we lack is the traditional Pie of Humility.	124	12	1	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	16	83	0	67	80011	917925	true	0	1.0	106560	442	160	0	19	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
318	316	The Egg Files	The Brugaire Consortium is having a little friendly parley with Memeroon's Trading Post─a trifling matter of antiquities theft on an unprecedented scale. I thought a nice dish of deviled apkallu eggs might coax some well-timed shut-eye from our snouty friends.	114	12	1	45	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917926	true	0	1.0	67146	466	160	0	18	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
319	317	Bread in the Clouds	You know what eggs do to the Qiqirn─or must I refresh your memory? I've seen them grow sleepy as dormice and docile as a turnspit after a plate of apkallu eggs. Imagine what a regular nibble of La Noscean toast will do to Jijiroon's delegation during this negotiation.	114	12	1	45	0	1	0	27	27	false	16	83	0	27	80011	917927	true	0	1.0	39087	296	295	0	26	5	4143334	110034	true	0	14
320	318	Comfort Me with Mushrooms	I am sometimes heartsick for the quiet streets of Sharlayan in that hour after dawn. I can still see windows lit by lamps hot with midnight oil, the steam billowing out of bakeries and noodle yards─forgive me, I grow old. I grow old, and shall eat a child's dish of mushrooms cold.	124	12	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	16	83	0	67	80013	917928	true	0	1.0	72932	450	161	0	18	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
321	319	Drinking to Your Health	Neither the search for knowledge nor service to the poor is known for its tonic effects upon the mortal coil, and those who work at Saint Coinach's Find bear a double burden. Such is the case with our naturalists toiling by Silvertear Lake, and surely they deserve a nice cuppa or two.	124	12	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	16	83	0	67	80013	917929	true	0	1.0	69104	209	161	0	18	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
322	320	Red Letter Day	The senior naturalist at Saint Coinach's Find is celebrating his nameday. We rejoice in his recovery from a mauling by a ghast, an ensuing claw phobia, a crystal-gashed foot, and a bout of dumb chill. It is the Find's wish to send his favorite─rolanberry lassi─to mark the happy day.	124	12	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	16	83	0	67	80013	917930	true	0	1.0	39087	497	296	0	26	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
323	321	Mercury Rising	An outbreak of lice has even the well-heeled on the run for physick, and quicksilver is flying off the shelves. Alarmed by the specter of shortage, mining concerns have begun stockpiling. Only an increased supply will ward off panic. We seek an alchemist for swift quicksilver extraction.	118	11	3	1	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917805	true	0	1.0	480	94	122	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
324	322	One for the Books	Too many arcanists who attain the grimoire prove too green to keep it; once impelled to the astral plane, many of the tomes prove to be in no hurry to return to their neophyte owners. As a friend to arcanists at all stages of their craft, it behooves us to maintain a good backstock.	118	11	3	1	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917806	true	0	1.0	1770	95	122	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
325	323	Root Rush	You heard about the rush on plant food, friend? Some overfed fellow out in Drybone says it put the hair back on his head, and now nobody's got a crate to spare. Botanists or bald-pates, it's all the same gil to me. To you too, I'll wager, especially if you're feeling a little chilly up top.	119	11	3	1	0	1	0	263	263	false	15	82	0	42	80013	917807	true	0	1.0	1092	95	122	0	19	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
326	324	Met a Sticky End	A word in private, my friend. We've been caught flat-footed by an order of animal glue from Naldiq & Vymelli's. It so happens our entire stock is spoiling under the sun somewhere─the whole business had a smell to it, but no matter. Let a discreet alchemist know we're buying quick, paying even quicker.	119	11	3	1	0	1	0	263	263	false	15	82	0	42	80013	917808	true	0	1.0	584	96	123	0	18	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
327	325	Days of Chunder	You know what keeps me awake, friend? Water. So much of it's no good to drink now. I tell you, it'll be the death of the salesmen. We can't have caravans stopped by bad water, can't have the ague, the sores, the copious vomiting─especially not the vomiting. Antidote we must have, and quickly.	119	11	3	1	0	1	0	263	263	false	15	82	0	42	80013	917809	true	0	1.0	1770	93	123	0	18	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
328	326	The Bleat Is On	It ill becomes a trader to regard his customers as mindless followers, yet I must admit that the recent spate of stockpiling is one baa short of a herd panic. This urge towards safety must be channeled to less fearful paths─some rudimentary spellcasting may be the way of it.	118	11	3	1	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917810	true	0	1.0	1290	93	123	0	19	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
329	327	On the Drip	Invention begets necessity, and the popularity of eye drops in Thanalan is as good an illustration as any. What was once mocked as “ampoule of pule” is now as common as salt, and we must ensure a steady supply. Might we suggest you make haste?	118	11	3	5	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917811	true	0	1.0	2106	116	124	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
330	328	Distill, My Heart	Since the Calamity, orders I would respectfully call “hare-brained nonsense” have been rather more prominent on the ledger. Take this newest sack of wet mice─water distilled in an alembic for “reasons of health and virility.” There's certainly no accounting for taste.	118	11	3	5	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917812	true	0	1.0	480	141	124	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
331	329	A Jawbreaking Weapon of Staggering Weight	Gods love those adventurers who must have something different, whether it be three shades of white wax or gloves for their feet and hose for their arms─where would business be without these youngsters? We mean to create a new class of conjurers' arms, something garishly nostalgic perhaps.	119	11	3	5	0	1	0	263	263	false	15	82	0	42	80013	917813	true	0	1.0	3430	244	124	0	19	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
332	330	Gotta Bounce	Friend, have you noticed all the recent trade in what you might call a bruising sort of stuff─steel, hardwood, and the like? Being on the road as much as we are, we know that these make dangerous cargo. All that bushing rubber you wanted to have made, we'll give you a good price for the lot.	119	11	3	5	0	1	0	263	263	false	15	82	0	42	80013	917814	true	0	1.0	2274	117	125	0	18	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
333	331	Don't Be So Tallow	Friend, you know we wouldn't usually trouble an alchemist for something like this, but this custom's from the Order of Nald'thal. No, nothing like that. It's simple beeswax they need, but they're very set on purity. It's got to be all beeswax, and none of our business why.	119	11	3	5	0	1	0	263	263	false	15	82	0	42	80013	917815	true	0	1.0	4044	142	125	0	18	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
334	332	The Hexster Runoff	The Twelve love these first-year adventurers! You would think that the picatrix was their very own personal discovery. They tap their artfully stained fingernails and would lecture us for not having the venerable volume in stock─while a dozen of their fellows pick the shelf clean every day.	118	11	3	5	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917816	true	0	1.0	3430	141	125	0	19	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
335	333	Wand-full Tonight	The Ul'dahn trade in conjurers' arms is growing too brisk for us to look the other way. I daresay there'll be some unpleasantness from the riffraff about it, but they'll simply have to learn to share the business. Might we count on you to produce wands suitable for our needs?	118	11	3	10	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917637	true	0	1.0	4460	159	126	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
336	334	Morning Glass of Ether	Another order of ether from the Thaumaturges' Guild, paid in advance per my request. Unusual? You see, I found the guild to be, shall we say, far less urgent in paying than ordering. I suppose that once their magicks wax full with the ether, they forget the fear of the moonless night.	118	11	3	10	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917638	true	0	1.0	7744	141	126	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
337	335	Using Your Arcane Powers for Fun and Profit	They're waiting on grimoires over at Mealvaan's Gate. Now, which volume was it... Let me check the order, ah, ash picatrix. Sensitivity training, I'll wager. An arcanist who loses the fine touch won't be much good at the Gate, and I've heard some complaints, yes siree.	120	11	3	10	0	1	0	271	271	false	15	82	0	42	80013	917639	true	0	1.0	7698	192	126	0	19	5	2540087	110036	true	0	14
338	336	One for the Road	We may not have the fine aprons and cordovan-bound ledgers, but no cargador ever lost by coming to work for us, no siree. We supply every one of our people with a potion, for even a child knows that when a tree falls and there's a caravan on the wrong side, some bloodletting's sure to follow.	120	11	3	10	0	1	0	271	271	false	15	82	0	42	80013	917640	true	0	1.0	4820	140	127	0	18	5	2540087	110036	true	0	14
339	337	You Grow, Girl	We've begun dealings with a La Noscean farm, the Red Rooster Stead. They're offering us good prices too─my gran always said it pays to listen to people's stories. Seems they've had some trouble making their own alchemical growth formula and they're looking to buy. Three units ought to do.	120	11	3	10	0	1	0	271	271	false	15	82	0	42	80013	917641	true	0	1.0	7744	237	127	0	18	5	2540087	110036	true	0	14
340	338	Unbreak My Heart	Walk softly, for the buyer of cloths is not well. Her heart has been broken by a lover most faithless, and will beat only in fits and starts. Remembering that home is where the heart is, the desolate damsel now seeks to mend the roof tiles that shelter her fragile bosom from the elements. Might I suggest a degree of haste? Her discernment for weave is not to be equaled.	118	11	3	10	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917642	true	0	1.0	6066	146	127	0	19	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
341	339	Shut Up and Take My Gil	Distasteful as it is to take advantage of passing fads, it can hardly be avoided entirely. I am simply besieged with inquiries about magical arms. “My shop fills with adventurers, my shelves empty of crooks and staves,” is what my old friend tells me. Retail's wish is our command.	118	11	3	15	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917643	true	0	1.0	8114	192	128	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
342	340	Book and a Hard Place	As a long-standing purveyor of highly dangerous books, my heart breaks to see grimoires begrimed and battered. The broken spines and tea stains I have seen! I hope to offer tomes bound in water-hardened leather with fine engravings, if the terms prove agreeable to my artisan colleagues.	118	11	3	15	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917644	true	0	1.0	12218	390	128	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
343	341	Kiss of Life	They say that it always rains at night in the lichyard of the Church of Saint Adama Landama, so swollen is the air with tears greedily suckled from careworn cheeks by day. It is one of the duties of the church to tend to those overcome by grief and heat, with a dose of potion of vitality.	121	11	3	15	0	1	0	300	300	false	15	82	0	44	80013	917645	true	0	1.0	13146	143	128	0	19	5	2540238	110037	true	0	14
344	342	There's Something about Bury	A Highlander on her way to the Church of Saint Adama Landama has commissioned a grimoire bound in specially tooled leather, to accompany a friend on what she calls “the very last journey he will take.” Since it is not entirely clear whether this is euphemism or pessimism, best to assume nothing.	121	11	3	15	0	1	0	300	300	false	15	82	0	44	80013	917646	true	0	1.0	8114	195	129	0	18	5	2540238	110037	true	0	14
345	343	Sanity Points	They say that there are holes in the middle of things, as many as there are reasons that bring the living to the lichyard of Saint Adama Landama bearing their dead. It is one of the duties of the church to close grief-blasted eyes with potion of mind. Look away, lest you see the void.	121	11	3	15	0	1	0	300	300	false	15	82	0	44	80013	917647	true	0	1.0	12218	142	129	0	18	5	2540238	110037	true	0	14
346	344	Devil Take the Foremost	Ah, the Coliseum management. They have taken the recent odium over alchemical enhancements to their black hearts and propose to let combatants alter their chemistry unhindered. Pray to the Twelve these alchemical potations will not further addle those long befuddled by dreams of glory.	118	11	3	15	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917648	true	0	1.0	13566	145	129	0	19	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
347	345	Everything Is Impossible	You've heard of “The Egret,” I presume. It seems that as a magical treatise, it's proven to be other than the usual nuisance─it's a bona fide debacle shaping up into a fine minor disaster. The printer is now bound by the magistrate to replace every wand damaged, and Ashgana's has the honor.	118	11	3	20	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917565	true	0	1.0	12746	287	130	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
348	346	Don't Forget to Take Your Meds	Final examinations are coming up at Frondale's Phrontistery. One can hardly sleep for all the shrieking, and the streets below the dormitories fill with a miasma of fretful sighs heavy with onions and wakefulness. At this juncture, the potion of intelligence would be a public service.	118	11	3	20	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917566	true	0	1.0	4869	234	130	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
349	347	The Writing Is Not on the Wall	Soot and wine make a fine dark ink─as easily read by foes as by friends. Those in the trade speak of many kinds of vanishing ink─discerning ink, timorous ink, mistrustful ink, ink most misanthropic. Alchemists well versed in all these and more are sought.	13	11	3	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	15	82	0	56	80013	917567	true	0	1.0	20578	404	130	0	19	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
350	348	Dripping with Venom	Poison dishonors only when wielded by a warrior whose skill has long outstripped the need for such petty safeguards. The first duty of a novice is to live to fight another day, and we intend to take any measures necessary to bring this about.	13	11	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	15	82	0	56	80012	917568	true	0	1.0	12746	234	131	0	18	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
351	349	Blind Man's Bluff	Too much time spent in the Twelveswood can lead to “green fatigue,” where a warrior cannot see the trees for the forest─or see a band of Ixal with drawn swords, for that matter. Once cured, none suffer from the affliction again, but the cure demands a potent physick.	13	11	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	15	82	0	56	80012	917569	true	0	1.0	5073	234	131	0	26	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
352	350	Hush Little Wailer	The ranks of Wailers swell, each with dust of a different land on her boots and the lilt of a different song in her voice. If they are to become comrades in arms, they must learn a new tongue: silence. No recruit emerges from the seven nights' ordeal unchanged, such is the power of the potion.	13	11	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	15	82	0	56	80012	917570	true	0	1.0	13250	192	131	0	18	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
353	351	Automata for the People	The automata maker Jhabir's would like to try crab oil for its ambitious commission: getting an aurochs down a staircase. It hardly bears mentioning that the oil must be at its most purified. The services of a fine alchemist are not always so easily secured, but I have ever found you resourceful.	118	11	3	25	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917817	true	0	1.0	19770	272	132	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
354	352	Glazed and Confused	Charged with keeping the peace of the Twelveswood for the commonfolk of Gridania, the Wood Wailers must themselves be the model of law and order. The militia seeks a good-sized pane of colorless glass for a tailor's window, a victim of a recent poleaxe mishap.	13	11	3	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	15	82	0	56	80013	917818	true	0	1.0	33100	191	132	0	19	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
355	353	Sophomore Slump	Arcanists trained in Limsa have been turning up in Ul'dah in surprising numbers─well, surprising to others but not to us, if I may say so. No longer a novice but not yet an adept─where else would they go but to the city of gold and blood? We shall need a goodly stock of standard grimoires.	118	11	3	25	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917819	true	0	1.0	8505	468	132	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
356	354	Conspicuous Conjuration	The woods have depth that the uninitiated cannot plumb. Even the most cunning Wailer would be ill-advised to venture forth without a show of mantic force, for there are ancient eyes that see insult in empty hands. Wands of conspicuous size, but well away from the verge of vulgarity, are sought.	13	11	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	15	82	0	56	80012	917820	true	0	1.0	20946	316	133	0	18	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
357	355	You Put Your Left Hand In	A passing arcanist called one of the sergeants a drunken fool, and what does the man do but challenge her to a duel? Alas, it seems the charge was less an insult and more the bald truth, for the sot now admits that he scarce remembers how to hold a grimoire.	13	11	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	15	82	0	56	80012	917821	true	0	1.0	23144	596	133	0	18	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
358	356	The Wailers' First Law of Potion	It is a poor militia whose armory is better stocked than its infirmary, for wounds are easily given and hardly healed. When even the babbling of the brook prophesies war, a stockpile of hipotions is no precaution but a necessity─and necessity is the mother of fair compensation.	13	11	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	15	82	0	56	80012	917822	true	0	1.0	11115	290	133	0	26	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
359	357	Just Give Him a Serum	Like all of Master Gegeruju's purchases, the men that guard Costa del Sol are the finest of their kind. It is perhaps no surprise that such men have certain─eccentricities. Take this formulation, make your delivery, and thank the gods that they are on our side.	113	11	3	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	15	82	0	32	80013	917823	true	0	1.0	47824	310	134	0	19	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
360	358	Riches' Brew	I need hardly tell you that alchemy remains a major industry for Ul'dah; potions are now one of our top exports. The exact economics may be beyond your capacity to understand─I intend no offense─but suffice to say that the dragon wars in Ishgard have been very...good to us.	118	11	3	30	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917824	true	0	1.0	30282	247	134	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
361	359	Stuck in the Moment	We've received yet another large order for horn glue from Naldiq & Vymelli's. What on earth do they do with it all? One would think them a guild of scrapbookers, not blacksmiths and armorers. I beg your pardon, I'm not often given to idle speculation but I do indulge sporadically.	118	11	3	30	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917825	true	0	1.0	17670	404	281	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
362	360	The Write Stuff	No gentleman of Master Gegeruju's stature─and he is a giant as measured by the golden ruler, I'll have you know─can be expected to use aught but shell-ink and heartsblood to make his mark. However, the rest of the household would be well satisfied with ink of no particular provenance.	113	11	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	15	82	0	32	80011	917826	true	0	1.0	31882	367	135	0	18	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
363	361	Eye of the Beholder	A fortnight of poring over illuminated manuscripts has left Master Gegeruju with eye strain. The oculist prescribed rest. Pah! What fool does not know that a unique tapestry of glowworm silk is about to be unveiled in Costa del Sol? We must restore the master's acuity with alacrity.	113	11	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	15	82	0	32	80011	917827	true	0	1.0	30282	192	135	0	18	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
364	362	Growing Is Knowing	I chanced upon Master Gegeruju tugging at a black tulip in a bid to make it grow faster. Ah, his antics are a balm to a mind scraped raw by the dull blade of routine! However, the plant having been secured at the cost of several men's lives, we must coax its growth by less...mechanical means.	113	11	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	15	82	0	32	80011	917828	true	0	1.0	17670	160	282	0	26	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
365	363	Alive and Unwell	The special inquisitors' office of the Holy See of Ishgard writes that they are in need of single-spell wands “to preserve life in the heretics until such a time as their ultimate fate can be determined by the laws of gods and men.” I am bound to honor our contract. All the documents are in order.	122	11	3	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	15	82	0	63	80013	917931	true	0	1.0	64792	385	136	0	19	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
366	364	The House Always Wins	Have you heard of the Platinum Mirage? Quite the destination for gamblers with a taste for the unusual; one might say the establishment has nothing but back rooms. If this order for a blinding potion is any indication, the stakes grow even higher for their little games.	118	11	3	35	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917932	true	0	1.0	41034	160	136	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
367	365	Always Have an Exit Plan	It is an odd fact that would-be poisoners will always claim a plague of vermin or wasps in their documents. This latest order for a large quantity of venom simply states, “just in case.” Clearly, a customer of clear conscience and foresight.	118	11	3	35	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917933	true	0	1.0	23940	274	283	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
368	366	Open Your Grimoire to Page 42	Some good news from the Observatorium─the Holy See is sending apprentice astrologians to ease the burden on the worthies. The prospect of pupils to teach and roles to model has the astrologians in a twitter, and they are frantically gathering teaching materials.	122	11	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	15	82	0	63	80012	917934	true	0	1.0	43194	810	137	0	18	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
369	367	The Sting of Conscience	An Ishgardian of my acquaintance seeks a potent sleep potion. He served in the special inquisitors' office and is much changed─but still the man I am proud to call a friend. Surely, such a man cannot do evil. Surely his nature must lend some justice to whatever he does, or does not do.	122	11	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	15	82	0	63	80012	917935	true	0	1.0	41034	243	137	0	18	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
370	368	Going Nowhere Fast	The special inquisitors' office of the Holy See of Ishgard bids me supply it with large amounts of a potent paralysis potion “to thwart unbelievers from self-harm during a just and lawful interrogation.” This is no doubt a part of the change for the better, and a cause for much relief.	122	11	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	15	82	0	63	80012	917936	true	0	1.0	23940	314	284	0	26	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
371	369	A Patch-up Place	When the Stone Vigil fell, Ishgard lost a fine infirmary along with several physicians, a loss for which the company commander would have been flayed alive had he any skin left to give. The Holy See is establishing a proper infirmary in the Whitebrim outpost, and stocking it as fast as it can.	123	11	3	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	15	82	0	63	80013	917937	true	0	1.0	83662	396	138	0	19	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
372	370	A Bile Business	How refreshing! The year of the Calamity has proven to be exceptional for something other than death and destruction. The five-year grand mead has been uncasked to ecstatic acclaim, and livers throughout the realm cry uncle. Never fear, the fish shall soothe what the bee has stung.	118	11	3	40	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917938	true	0	1.0	54214	403	138	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
373	371	Your Courtesy Wake-up Call	This one is a mission of mercy─though you'll be amply compensated, naturally. The dragon wars roil Coerthas and even now, innocent travelers lie insensate where they fell, struck down by stray stunning spells. Adventurers, stand ready to deliver the smelling salts and guide these folk to safety.	118	11	3	40	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917939	true	0	1.0	32049	369	285	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
374	372	No Accounting for Waste	Halone may be all knowing, but Her servants seem to need a great deal of paperwork. They are forever calling for more ink, and who can gainsay the need? Most knights of Ishgard go to their reward ere the ink is dry on their pledge─and then more must be spilled to record the death.	123	11	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	15	82	0	63	80012	917940	true	0	1.0	55774	531	139	0	18	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
375	373	Arcane Arts for Dummies	House Durendaire believes that it has relied overmuch on thaumaturgy at the expense of the arcane arts, and would remedy that error as soon as it can. Patience is in short supply there at the moment, and they seek a grimoire that distills the essence of the arcanists' arsenal against dragons.	123	11	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	15	82	0	63	80012	917941	true	0	1.0	54994	405	139	0	18	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
376	374	A Real Smooth Move	Coerthas is losing its bucolic way in a fever of profiteering from the Calamity and the dragon wars. All the wool grease from this year's shearing has already been sold to an Ul'dahn trader. The High Houses of Ishgard are forced to look elsewhere for lanolin with which to anoint their steel.	123	11	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	15	82	0	63	80012	917942	true	0	1.0	32049	493	286	0	26	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
377	375	Sleepless in Silvertear	The naturalists at Silvertear Falls are much troubled of late. The fabric of the night grows tattered from the caustic touch of ancient aether unearthed by the dig, and soon, sanity may be but a memory for them all. A potent sleep potion they must have, and soon.	124	11	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	15	82	0	67	80013	917943	true	0	1.0	106560	445	140	0	19	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
378	376	Quit Your Jib-jab	We are running low on gold needles, and there is certain to be renewed demand once news travels of their possible efficacy against petrification. Some maintain that these folk were not petrified, simply lugubrious─and a well-placed jab with any old needle was enough to get them moving.	118	11	3	45	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917944	true	0	1.0	67146	416	140	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
379	377	A Matter of Vital Importance	Ah, another cockeyed order for your purse's pleasure: potion of vitality to “awake the inner beastman.” Charming. You know, I've oft wondered if most men wouldn't be better served by a potion of unmanning. My own life may be called an abject lesson in the perils of licentiousness.	118	11	3	45	0	1	0	39	39	false	15	82	0	39	80013	917945	true	0	1.0	40288	346	287	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
380	378	Shut Up Already	They may hail from the City of Knowing, but some Sons of Saint Coinach seem intent on turning the dig into the City of Talking Endlessly. A measure of peace we must have if we are to pierce the veil of mystery over the Third Astral Era and not, say, an overactive windpipe or two.	124	11	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	15	82	0	67	80013	917946	true	0	1.0	71040	464	141	0	18	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
381	379	Make Up Your Mind or Else	Doubts are never far from a questing mind, and in the heady mix of age, aether, and Allagan magicks, they have grown manifest─the hippocerf, the bewildered beast of wishing and washing, hither and thither, runs amok in the camp. If indecision cannot be banished, it must be killed.	124	11	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	15	82	0	67	80013	917947	true	0	1.0	69104	403	141	0	18	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
382	380	Not Taking No for an Answer	Knowledge has its price, and those presiding over the Allagan dig by Silvertear Lake know this well. Upon opening a thrice-sealed door and ringing a bell embedded in a block of beeswax, the entire expedition felt a great enfeeblement in their limbs. A remedy is needed so they may continue their discoveries.	124	11	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	15	82	0	67	80013	917948	true	0	1.0	39087	397	288	0	26	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
383	381	The Unmentionables	The Calamity has swollen the ranks of what many less enlightened members of my own class would call the great unwashed. But the pong of the poor shames the city that plays the miser with its soap and linen, not the poor themselves. For our part, we seek affordable yet durable undergarments as wares.	118	10	3	1	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917829	true	0	1.0	584	93	82	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
384	382	Trew Enough	We urgently seek delivery of durable hempen trews for workers newly arrived in the city. With work, these displaced men, women and children may establish themselves and provide for others, but who would hire a man without pants? I believe trews are the key to the future, if I may be so bold.	118	10	3	1	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917830	true	0	1.0	1770	95	82	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
385	383	Not Cool Enough	Got some northerners working the caravan route, friend. Hard people, hard workers, but the weather's been a right harder mistress. They wear their northern wool and leather, and boil. They shed 'em, and burn. You see how it is. They need something fit for our climes, or they'll be dead betimes.	119	10	3	1	0	1	0	263	263	false	14	81	0	42	80013	917831	true	0	1.0	1092	94	82	0	19	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
386	384	Hire in the Blood	More gloves for our haulers─the last lot's near gone and they can't work without 'em. Why? No one likes blood, friend. See, some might not object to it much and others may like spilling it, but there's nobody likes the stuff itself. Portage mauls the hands, and we can't have red on the cargo.	119	10	3	1	0	1	0	263	263	false	14	81	0	42	80013	917832	true	0	1.0	584	93	83	0	18	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
387	385	Burn Me Up	So many new arrivals in Thanalan, we're running out of even stock items like cowls. This one's somewhat urgent, friend. The sun's no joke in the desert, and these underclad Gridanians and Lominsans, they sure aren't laughing. I was a stranger here myself not too long ago, I know all about it.	119	10	3	1	0	1	0	263	263	false	14	81	0	42	80013	917833	true	0	1.0	1770	96	83	0	18	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
388	386	Long Hair, Long Life	The late unlamented Master Ashgana was fond of saying, “Uncertain times make old women of us all.” It appears he was correct in this one respect, for I hear droves of folk now eschew the barber's shears in some rank superstition. These tresses must be covered, ere we face a plague of lice.	118	10	3	1	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917834	true	0	1.0	1092	94	83	0	19	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
389	387	The Adventurer's New Coat	With the Grand Companies reinstated, demand has soared for garments that were barely sellable before. Take tabards─quite popular now for all the officers of arms wear them. Certainly, the emblazoned coats and swaggering airs have filled with envy every Rohm, Wik and Bari of the city.	118	10	3	5	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917835	true	0	1.0	2106	117	84	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
390	388	A Taste for Dalmaticae	With its geometric yet ample lines, the dalmatica is the only garment we may rely on to appeal to women and men, the ecclesiastic and the fantastic. I suspect that the reaction against pomp and pageantry is about to set in. If my terms are agreeable, bring a shipment of plain hempen dalmaticae.	118	10	3	5	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917836	true	0	1.0	4044	117	84	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
391	389	Just for Kecks	A shaft cave-in at Copperbell Mines─bad business, that, though it could have been worse. Amajina & Sons are concerned they'll have a worker revolt on their hands over the incident, so they're taking steps to better the miners' kits, kecks and all.	119	10	3	5	0	1	0	263	263	false	14	81	0	42	80013	917837	true	0	1.0	3430	141	84	0	19	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
392	390	Wiggle Room	The caravan is a <i>potential</i> space, friend. There's always room if the product's good, there's always a way if a thing's got to happen. That's why so many of us in the Seventy-Seven Caravans come from quartermastering. We're sending shepherd's tunics to Limsa, and you'd better believe there's room.	119	10	3	5	0	1	0	263	263	false	14	81	0	42	80013	917838	true	0	1.0	2106	118	85	0	18	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
393	391	This Is Why You Can't Have Nice Things	Here's something for you, friend─a call for amateur's breeches from the Order of Nald'thal. “Ascetic,” they ask for. That means it's for initiates; the Order keeps them on cabbage, chicken feet and hempen raiments, claims it teaches them the value of gil. They know their business, right enough.	119	10	3	5	0	1	0	263	263	false	14	81	0	42	80013	917839	true	0	1.0	4044	118	85	0	18	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
394	392	Time for Acton	An arming doublet is a harming avoided, is that not the way the ditty goes? Truly, some novice adventurers have no ears to hear with, and you shall know them by their stiff-armed walk, holding poultices in the pits of their arms. Tut, that should teach them to wear armor over unpadded flesh.	118	10	3	5	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917840	true	0	1.0	3430	117	85	0	19	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
395	393	Hat in Hand	Ashgana's being a favored supplier of long standing to the Botanists' Guild, it is only natural that we occasionally make a gift of items such as─straw hats, yes, that will do. You see, commerce would be a thing of utter dreariness without such friendship─the human touch that gives it dignity.	118	10	3	10	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917625	true	0	1.0	4460	140	86	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
396	394	Workplace Safety	Amajina & Sons are kitting out their miners with quite a surprising thoroughness. Take this order, for instance─hempen scarf “for wrapping about the mouth and face, woven exceedingly fine and doubled so as to entrap noxious dust.” Dear, dear, what a very different air they're dancing these days.	118	10	3	10	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917626	true	0	1.0	7744	240	86	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
397	395	Keep It under Wraps	Our traders travel many a malm under the desert sun; ours are no footloose ocean voyages of Lominsan traders, no siree. This order for cotton turbans won't be going out as cargo, but right on the heads of our traders and cargadores to keep their brains from boiling out their ears.	120	10	3	10	0	1	0	271	271	false	14	81	0	42	80013	917627	true	0	1.0	7698	243	86	0	19	5	2540087	110036	true	0	14
398	396	Making Gloves Out of Nothing at All	Do you know what the difference between kitting out traders and soldiers is? A soldier's leverage is spears and swords, but a trader's could be <i>anything.</i> I can't tell you how often a trader seals the deal by throwing in the gloves off his own hands─so much so that we always keep extras.	120	10	3	10	0	1	0	271	271	false	14	81	0	42	80013	917628	true	0	1.0	4460	143	87	0	18	5	2540087	110036	true	0	14
399	397	Welcome to the Cotton Club	We've begun dealings with a La Noscean farm, the Red Rooster Stead. Nice folk, always very happy to try new things. They seem to only have leather gauntlets over in their parts, and the heat being what it is, I'm fair certain they'd appreciate cotton halfgloves.	120	10	3	10	0	1	0	271	271	false	14	81	0	42	80013	917629	true	0	1.0	7744	144	87	0	18	5	2540087	110036	true	0	14
400	398	Dirt Cheap	A caravan rolls soon for verdant Gridania, and shall return laden with last season's gardening hats, pungent with oils and castings of dew worms. Curious that the Gridanians accept naught but a barter for these fruits of summer, when they sell for a kingly sum to the rose growers of our fair city.	118	10	3	10	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917630	true	0	1.0	7698	145	87	0	19	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
401	399	Read the Fine Print	A shipment of rustic raiments rolls for Gridania soon, and it seems there is room for one more crate due to a regrettable breach of contract. Yes, there is much to regret when trust is broken─and dark runes must be cast by the poison moon. Dear, dear. I trust we may count on you?	118	10	3	15	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917631	true	0	1.0	8114	200	88	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
402	400	Don't Trew So Hard	I find that other southron traders abandon their evenhandedness when dealing with Gridania: too much exoticism, too low or high a price. They forget the dexter and become downright sinister. Our way is to meet them on their own terms, with something simple such as ever-practical trews.	118	10	3	15	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917632	true	0	1.0	12218	196	88	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
403	401	Better Shroud than Sorry	It is said that burying the dead in a merchant's kurta ensures a better bargain in the hall of judgment. While none admit to this belief, more kurtas are sold than worn in the streets, for when it comes to the departed, it is those who love them best who nurse the most doubts about their virtue.	121	10	3	15	0	1	0	300	300	false	14	81	0	44	80013	917633	true	0	1.0	13146	244	88	0	19	5	2540238	110037	true	0	14
404	402	Pants Are Not Enough	Many a weary traveler on the overland route to Gridania takes refuge in the safety of Camp Drybone. The outpost is also something of a market town, with traders' caravans offering their wares, and the Seventy-Seven Caravans may always be relied upon for practical staples such as trews.	121	10	3	15	0	1	0	300	300	false	14	81	0	44	80013	917634	true	0	1.0	8114	191	89	0	18	5	2540238	110037	true	0	14
405	403	Touch Me If You Can	It is said that mythril, in the hands of a crafter wanting in the eyes of the Twelve, will become as spidersilk and bind his hands that he may never work any metal again. Prudence being the way of goldsmiths, the custom is for them to don gloves until such time as they feel the gods' favor upon them.	121	10	3	15	0	1	0	300	300	false	14	81	0	44	80013	917635	true	0	1.0	12218	192	89	0	18	5	2540238	110037	true	0	14
406	404	A Drag of a Doublet	Amajina & Sons writes with more than a touch of asperity; it seems the last lot of miners' doublets had sleeves down to the fingertips, and between the surfeit of warmth and the clumsiness...well. May we suggest a sleeveless approach? Mining is perilous enough without the added hazards of fashion.	118	10	3	15	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917636	true	0	1.0	13146	244	89	0	19	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
407	405	Don't Sash Me	Ah, the rat race of commerce. One spends the first hundred malms being castigated for being a young know-nothing, and no sooner does that end than is one being berated as an out-of-touch fool. I feel a need to gird myself anew for battle, if I may exaggerate. I shall pay handsomely for a new sash.	118	10	3	20	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917559	true	0	1.0	12746	244	90	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
408	406	Hitting Below the Belt	My clerk tells me that the future in pants is looking quite bright. We shall divest ourselves of hose and leave things rather more open-ended. I hope the terms are agreeable? The matter of what covers our modesty hardly compares to other, greater changes, yet business must go on.	118	10	3	20	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917560	true	0	1.0	5427	160	90	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
409	407	Doublet Jeopardy	Outfitting the growing lads and lasses of the hamlets is no simple matter. Some of the freeswords burst their seams at the swing of the spear or a sniff of pepper; others totter in the wind like a sail of green wool with boots for a boat. Sleeveless doublets, true in fit, are urgently sought.	13	10	3	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	14	81	0	56	80013	917561	true	0	1.0	20578	290	90	0	19	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
410	408	Getting Handsy	While each Wailer and freesword is taught to care for his own accoutrement, items as heavily used as gloves must need regular replacing. After last year's unpleasantness, crafters should need no reminding that the dexter and the sinister together make a pair.	13	10	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	14	81	0	56	80012	917562	true	0	1.0	12746	242	91	0	18	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
411	409	The Telltale Tress	The beastmen have keen sight and may read the strength of Wailer patrols from strands of hair caught in branches overhead; who has not seen a twig twined with silk from a passing crown? A woodsman's hood will ensure not a trace is left, even when the sap runs high and branches hang low.	13	10	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	14	81	0	56	80012	917563	true	0	1.0	5427	247	91	0	26	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
412	410	Whatchoo Talking About	The ear is a faithless organ, and makes fools of us all. “Doublets,” says the quartermaster and “tablets,” hears the assistant quartermaster. Now scores of Wailers impatiently await their lined jackets, and some use must be found for those slabs of stone.	13	10	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	14	81	0	56	80012	917564	true	0	1.0	13718	290	91	0	18	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
413	411	Piling It On	Ul'dahn velveteen can be made exceedingly fine, lending itself to ordinarily inconceivable uses. I myself have mistaken it for true velvet, so soft a hand it has. If I may expound, a good trader knows not only what he <i>is</i> trading, but what he <i>should</i> be─in this case, velveteen blouses for Limsa.	118	10	3	25	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917841	true	0	1.0	19770	264	92	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
414	412	I'll Be Your Wailer Today	The Wood Wailers wear many hats, but only in the metaphorical sense. Whatever the duty of the moment, a Wailer is garbed in her usual manner, leading to some vexation among the ranks of novice freeswords. The militia is ordering hats of distinct styles to be worn for certain duties.	13	10	3	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	14	81	0	56	80013	917842	true	0	1.0	33100	208	92	0	19	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
415	413	He's Got Legs	The craze for velveteen creeps ever downward. First it was hats, then coats, then blouses. While I enjoy the suspense─suspenders, mayhaps?─of being bystanders, our coffers certainly would not. Let me hereby place an order for velveteen trews so that we too may contribute to the decadent descent.	118	10	3	25	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917843	true	0	1.0	11115	469	92	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
416	414	Pantser Corps	Freeswords being quite youthful, it is their nature to outgrow their garb in a matter of months. While most can be easily kitted out from existing stock, the number of recruits in need of new trews strains even the able hands and ample reserve of the Wailers' quartermaster.	13	10	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	14	81	0	56	80012	917844	true	0	1.0	12218	242	93	0	18	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
417	415	Put a Lid on It	There is a belief among some of the more credulous botanists that a bareheaded greenthumb brings ill luck to the whole party. Things have reached such a pitch that fights have broken out over misplaced headgear, and it behooves us to calm their fear before it goes any further.	13	10	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	14	81	0	56	80012	917845	true	0	1.0	22066	208	93	0	18	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
418	416	Bet You Anything	As a result of a sophomoric wager involving a bramble patch and a mug of landtrap tea, there is a distinct shortage of pants in the encampment. Since there is little to be gained from rehashing the details of this youthful folly, only uninquisitive tailors need apply.	13	10	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	14	81	0	56	80012	917846	true	0	1.0	11115	469	93	0	26	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
419	417	By the Seat of the Pants	Master Gegeruju is in love─it must be Thursday. He speaks with such frankness about the cheeky charms of his latest inamorata that it has left some of the household quite...flustered. Now he proposes to garb her in a pair of trews, quite close-fitting. I shall have my hands full with this situation.	113	10	3	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	14	81	0	32	80013	917847	true	0	1.0	47824	394	94	0	19	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
420	418	By the Short Hairs	Arcanists of the more sedentary persuasion are wont to wear an unsightly shine on the seat of their velveteen robes. Regard the state of piles, and one cannot help but feel a bubble of mirth. May we suggest a shorter robe? Truly, one cannot have these worthies being made a figure of fun.	118	10	3	30	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917848	true	0	1.0	30282	344	94	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
421	419	Our Man in Ul'dah	The cotillions grow ever more lusty, as if to drown out the Garlean drumbeats. One must do one's work─we seek velveteen gloves for the balls. One must do one's duty─we do not sleep, and the hand under those gloves is iron. It hardly needs saying that what we have spoken of here is in confidence.	118	10	3	30	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917849	true	0	1.0	17670	343	265	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
422	420	Half Is the New Double	Last season was double everything─doublets, double cream, double indemnity─and ever audacious, Master Gegeruju is to make next season the celebration of halves. If you will assist us in procuring halfgloves for the social season, I can give you promises─not half!─of future business.	113	10	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	14	81	0	32	80011	917850	true	0	1.0	31882	325	95	0	18	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
423	421	Put on Your Party Pants	Master Gegeruju's party at the Bismarck is one of the high points of the season. And the preparations! All of Limsa is abuzz with it, absolutely abuzz. Why, the oyster caper alone was─but I digress, the master must have a pair of elegant trews for the fête. Delightful rewards await.	113	10	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	14	81	0	32	80011	917851	true	0	1.0	30282	315	95	0	18	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
424	422	Walk Softly and Carry a Big Halberd	The Bismarck fête approaches and the household guards have naught but pedestrian boots to wear. The master declared it a “calamity,” and you can imagine the effect that word had, I'm sure. No, we cannot have panic among the staff─there's not a moment to lose, the guards must be shod in velveteen.	113	10	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	14	81	0	32	80011	917852	true	0	1.0	17670	344	266	0	26	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
425	423	Edmelle's Hair	Another charming order from the Observatorium: close-fitting caps for the astrologians. It seems there was short-lived excitement about a new stellar body before it proved to be hair off the discoverer's own head. No doubt there was much good-natured quizzing at the dinner table.	122	10	3	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	14	81	0	63	80013	917949	true	0	1.0	64792	462	96	0	19	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
426	424	Private Concerns	I've received a rather frantic call from an old friend. The Armorers' Guild's latest codpiece design has proven somewhat ill-fitting. He's certain that padded trews will correctly seat the offending bit of steel. This bit of laxness is quite unlike him. I shall have to keep an eye on his doings.	118	10	3	35	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917950	true	0	1.0	41034	409	96	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
427	425	Crunching the Numbers	In commerce, we must rely on numbers as much as intuition. Tantamount to heresy, I know. However, I would like to point out that as I predicted, Gridanians show a marked preference for simplicity. I'll wager that this consignment of modest hats will outsell the florid nonsense.	118	10	3	35	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917951	true	0	1.0	23940	534	267	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
428	426	The Wages of Sin	Unbelievers are thieves of sorts, they say, for they withhold the sweat of their brows from the crusade. What has been stolen must be given by another. These sempstress' shifts are for the wives, mothers, and sisters of unbelievers, to wear in penitence in the workhouse of the Holy See.	122	10	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	14	81	0	63	80012	917952	true	0	1.0	43194	477	97	0	18	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
429	427	In over Your Head	The Calamity makes penitents of us all. The unpredictable winds and creeping chills have made cowls something of a staple item, especially in Coerthas. I have no doubt that you are equal to the task of finding a tailor practiced in the making of monastic garments, even on such short notice.	122	10	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	14	81	0	63	80012	917953	true	0	1.0	41034	474	97	0	18	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
430	428	A Leg Up on the Cold	It seems that on a recent inspection of an outpost, some of the knights of Ishgard had the foresight to go girded against the cold in linen tights under their armor. They were much envied by others of their party, who are now clamoring for well-fitted hose of their own.	122	10	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	14	81	0	63	80012	917954	true	0	1.0	23940	531	268	0	26	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
431	429	Cool to Be Southern	Whitebrim Front is fast becoming a stronghold proper following the fall of the Stone Vigil, and every week, masons, chocobokeeps, cooks, and other hands enter the service. They feel the bite of the northerly climes more keenly, and the lord commander will not have the infirmary further strained.	123	10	3	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	14	81	0	63	80013	917955	true	0	1.0	83662	526	98	0	19	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
432	430	After the Smock-down	I see that the Fraternal Order of Chocowackers is back. I told them velveteen was no material for stablehands' smocks, and they took their business elsewhere in a huff. Half a year hence they return with hat and fat purse in hand. A pleasant surprise, and one that reflects well on them.	118	10	3	40	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917956	true	0	1.0	54214	425	98	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
433	431	Party Animals	The who's who of Ul'dah is at its frothiest yet this season. My scouts report that Master Gegeruju's party at his country house will feature serving staff in antlers and deerskin. When one of his rivals looks for a clever rejoinder for her own party, Ashgana's will just happen to have these hats.	118	10	3	40	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917957	true	0	1.0	32049	522	269	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
434	432	I'll Swap You	Gil has quite lost its value in some parts of Coerthas, where winter is king and warmth the only coin of the realm. Bartering is the preferred method of commerce, and well-made doublets buy three times their own worth in wool grease.	123	10	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	14	81	0	63	80012	917958	true	0	1.0	55774	506	99	0	18	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
435	433	No Country for Cold Men	The Temple Knights journey soon to Whitebrim. As you know, a knight of the Holy See serves for life. The dragons do an excellent job of maintaining a, shall we say, <i>rhythmic</i> turnover, but there are some in the party who have lived too long not to feel the lancing winds of the north.	123	10	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	14	81	0	63	80012	917959	true	0	1.0	54214	433	99	0	18	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
436	434	A Matter of Import	The sheepfolk of Coerthas have more greed than sense. Their woolhouse is bare and coins will not keep snow off the head. Deliver a good quantity of traditional Coerthan hats─likely they will call them warmer, woolier, and altogether preferable to what they could have made with their own hands.	123	10	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	14	81	0	63	80012	917960	true	0	1.0	32049	639	270	0	26	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
437	435	Full Moon Fever	As we speak, naturalists of Saint Coinach's Find toil in a dig site by Silvertear Lake. Their hardship has been great, and there are malign influences at work that would convert them to strange and off-putting ways. Already there are signs that─no matter, new trews will put everything to rights.	124	10	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	14	81	0	67	80013	917961	true	0	1.0	103656	595	100	0	19	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
438	436	Glad As a Hatter	Stillglade Fane sends word that its sanctioned hatmaker has succumbed to hatters' shakes. The poor soul had yet to complete his work on summer headwear for the brothers. We shall have to take up his hat block─though not the quicksilver.	118	10	3	45	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917962	true	0	1.0	67146	628	100	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
439	437	Seeing It Through to the End	The jeweler Babawai is replacing his scullions' smocks after more years than─well, than some can count. I understand he uses the same test for his puff pastry and household linen: it's done when one can read a letter through it.	118	10	3	45	0	1	0	39	39	false	14	81	0	39	80013	917963	true	0	1.0	39087	710	271	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
440	438	Big in Mor Dhona	Unaccustomed to hearty portions and roisterous company, not a few naturalists have found their girth expanding on the shores of Silvertear Lake. The cook blushes, the surgeon shrugs, and the sempster seethes. The Sons will no doubt grow lean again, but until then, some new tunics must be stocked.	124	10	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	14	81	0	67	80013	917964	true	0	1.0	69104	615	101	0	18	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
441	439	And a Haircut Wouldn't Hurt	Without wishing to be unkind, those immersed in the quest for knowledge oft disregard the need for the other kind of immersion─in hot water and soap. The naturalists' robes are badly in need of replacing. Sew new ones, so we may cast the reeking rags in a fire with the heat of a hundred suns.	124	10	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	14	81	0	67	80013	917965	true	0	1.0	67146	685	101	0	18	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
442	440	Bundle Up, It's Odd out There	The dig at Silvertear Falls advances daily, and it warms the hearts of all and sundry at Saint Coinach's Find to see what marvels our naturalists have uncovered. Yet a fit of catarrh or dumb chill may bring this whole endeavor to a halt. Warmer garb they must have, starting with their heads.	124	10	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	14	81	0	67	80013	917966	true	0	1.0	39087	673	272	0	26	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
443	441	Copper and Robbers	We have something of an urgent call for copper ingots. A check of the inventories found a slight discrepancy, the author of which is being traced by a discreet inquiry. In my grandsire's days, the wretch would have lost a hand, but these days... But there is naught to be gained from nostalgia.	118	8	3	1	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917853	true	0	1.0	480	94	62	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
444	442	Needful Rings	Well-worked copper jewelry brings much delight when silver and gold are out of reach. We are nothing but democratic at Ashgana Exports; offer something for everyone, seek not to be everything for someone. One road leads to riches and happiness, the other to the vale of tears.	118	8	3	1	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917854	true	0	1.0	1770	97	62	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
445	443	Arms for the Poor	Thaumaturges and bait worms, I've fear o' both. Now, thaumaturges, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em─and many do, many do! But how many of those gaunt hopefuls in the line can afford the contrivances, you figure? A rich guild it is, friend, but there's many who'd be grateful for cut-rate arms.	119	8	3	1	0	1	0	263	263	false	12	79	0	42	80013	917855	true	0	1.0	1092	93	62	0	19	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
446	444	Hora at Me	Ever done any arena fighting, friend? Nothing to be ashamed of, though some look askance at it. You know how it is─if you've got something, you either sell it on your own terms or someone does it for you. The Coliseum doesn't lack for hopefuls, but they'll need at least a pair of hora to try out.	119	8	3	1	0	1	0	263	263	false	12	79	0	42	80013	917856	true	0	1.0	584	93	63	0	18	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
447	445	Bad Bromance	This one's a personal order, friend. A pal of mine was in that lading accident at Scorpion Crossing. To be more precise, he <i>caused</i> the accident─always was clumsy, and enjoys a tipple. Anyway, he wants a walking stick, my money's no object. You see how it is. You're a friend, but he's a pal.	119	8	3	1	0	1	0	263	263	false	12	79	0	42	80013	917857	true	0	1.0	1770	94	63	0	18	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
448	446	Water of Life	You are too young to know it, but time was every manse had a copper basin of water for passersby. Copper sweetens water─I think of that whenever I see the Ala Mhigans drinking from the public fount. They hold the water in their mouth awhile, along with a ring of copper on a bit of chain.	118	8	3	1	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917858	true	0	1.0	1290	93	63	0	19	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
449	447	Gods of Small Things	In times such as these, the best of the commonfolk seek comfort in small things, and the worst in ways outsized and gross. There is always much to gain from serving the former, for they are the heart of this world. There is comfort in a thing well-made, even in the copper baubles you are to deliver.	118	8	3	5	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917859	true	0	1.0	2106	116	64	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
450	448	I Ram What I Ram	Ashgana's has been contracted by the Coliseum management to supply ramhorn claws. They will apparently be used in a series of novelty fights between gladiators and rams. One doesn't know whether to be alarmed or amused at the thought; they'll no doubt pack the arena.	118	8	3	5	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917860	true	0	1.0	4044	142	64	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
451	449	Let's Talk about Hex	A quick word, friend. This needs a light touch. Need a necklace─it's made yea long out of bone, and then, ah, cursed. See the reward? That's why I don't ask the customer what this is about, and you don't ask me who the customer is. Let's get this bit of business done as fast as, eh?	119	8	3	5	0	1	0	263	263	false	12	79	0	42	80013	917861	true	0	1.0	3430	141	64	0	19	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
452	450	A Ringing Success	I've a pal just set up at the Ebony Stalls in Gridania and there's a caravan headed out that way ere too long. The last lot of copper rings he bought from us sold so well that he's in panic to get a hold of more. Stock! It's always too much or too little. I envy the adventurer's life, friend.	119	8	3	5	0	1	0	263	263	false	12	79	0	42	80013	917862	true	0	1.0	2274	116	65	0	18	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
453	451	Horn of Plenty	I'll tell you, friend, I thought I knew about making use of every bit of an animal. No siree, as my pal Mimina would say. People pay good gil to bedeck themselves in bits that ain't good enough to eat, tan or boil down to glue! Anyway, get me those bracelets and I'll show you prompt gratitude.	119	8	3	5	0	1	0	263	263	false	12	79	0	42	80013	917863	true	0	1.0	4044	117	65	0	18	5	3958293	110035	true	0	14
454	452	A Needle Is a Small Sword	Ah, what a pleasure it is to do business with an adventurer so spruce. Many of your brethren are woefully lacking in the area of sartorial upkeep, and this we must remedy. After all, who would hire to save the day a man who cannot save nine stitches?	118	8	3	5	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917864	true	0	1.0	3430	116	65	0	19	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
455	453	All That Glitters	Quite the storm of adoration over Franz the Fair these days, if I may say so. You might be pleased to learn that Ashgana's has won the bid to sell replicas of his ear cuffs. The Gladiators' Guild insists they not be true gold, after the infamous conduct of the crowd at the Roping of the Pearls.	118	8	3	10	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917613	true	0	1.0	4460	140	66	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
456	454	The Tusk at Hand	Ashgana's provides backing for enterprising young traders, as you know. One such merchant now has a going concern in the Ebony Stalls and is very happy to oblige whenever we have a mind to test Gridania's appetites. We shall see if the forest folk share Ul'dah's taste for tusk adornments.	118	8	3	10	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917614	true	0	1.0	7744	240	66	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
457	455	An Offer We Can't Refuse	Every so often, we make an offering of a thaumaturge's staff to the Order of Nald'thal. If trade is good, it sure stands to reason that the gods of trade are the ones to thank. If not? Why, were you born yesterday? If we're the only ones who don't rub the cowry, how's that going to look?	120	8	3	10	0	1	0	271	271	false	12	79	0	42	80013	917615	true	0	1.0	7698	208	66	0	19	5	2540087	110036	true	0	14
458	456	Point of Honor	We're looking to have good, sturdy sewing needles made. Not for a customer, no siree. He's one of the tailors who does a deal of good work for the Caravans, and these needles are to replace all those he's worn out making our wares. Do I not say, “No one loses by handclasping with us”?	120	8	3	10	0	1	0	271	271	false	12	79	0	42	80013	917616	true	0	1.0	8114	140	67	0	18	5	2540087	110036	true	0	14
459	457	Gorgeous Gorget	The militias and companies are getting a little high and mighty these days, if you ask me. Speaking o' which, I need to soften up the Brass Blades, send them a little something to remind them that we can do a deal better than their standard issue. Gorgets now, that's something they've not got.	120	8	3	10	0	1	0	271	271	false	12	79	0	42	80013	917617	true	0	1.0	7744	244	67	0	18	5	2540087	110036	true	0	14
460	458	Better Four Eyes than None	I have ever profited, it seems, simply by seeing what is right there for all to see. The days grow shorter and the dispatches more urgent. Soon, every city shall burn as much midnight oil as Sharlayan once did! In the dark days to come, we must all have eyes to see with, would you not agree?	118	8	3	10	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917618	true	0	1.0	7794	240	67	0	19	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
461	459	Brothers in Arms	One cannot help but notice the way the gazes of youthful smiths and carpenters flicker over the bracelets and armlets of sailors and stevedores. The older artisans may eschew ornamentation, but the young are alike whatever their chosen occupation. Might I suggest you keep them narrow and snug?	118	8	3	15	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917619	true	0	1.0	8114	204	68	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
462	460	Forever 21K	On the street, all that glitters is far more likely to be brass than gold. It would take a sharp eye indeed to discern from gold a bit of pinchbeck made by skilled and loving hands. Might I also assure you, these golden rings will bring more joy to the bearer than their unalloyed cousins.	118	8	3	15	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917620	true	0	1.0	12218	144	68	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
463	461	Bad to the Bone	It is said that the rich may atone for a lifetime of avidity by being buried in the lichyard of Saint Adama Landama, among the poor. The worse the conscience the finer the grave goods, for by law the objects belong to the poor once the body has turned to dust.	121	8	3	15	0	1	0	300	300	false	12	79	0	44	80013	917621	true	0	1.0	13146	441	68	0	19	5	2540238	110037	true	0	14
464	462	Sharp Words	An adage, much misremembered, says, “Give a man a fine surcoat and he will spill soup upon it. Give a man needles and he will make fine surcoats for others to spill soup upon.” While many words have been bandied over the meaning of the saying, it has affected not a jot the sale of sewing needles.	121	8	3	15	0	1	0	300	300	false	12	79	0	44	80013	917622	true	0	1.0	8114	186	69	0	18	5	2540238	110037	true	0	14
465	463	Bad Guys Eat Brass	The road and its many wide spots are the natural domain of traders silver of tongue and heavy of cargo. Yet even the most seasoned merchant venturer may know a time when neither reputation nor charm are equal to the task─only a fist girded with brass rings of surprising hardness.	121	8	3	15	0	1	0	300	300	false	12	79	0	44	80013	917623	true	0	1.0	12218	144	69	0	18	5	2540238	110037	true	0	14
466	464	I Am a Rock	Never heard of danburite, I take it? Tcha, how we judge the value of a gem or man...the family worth, elected by hardness and rarity; the measure of the specimen, its hue and clarity; the addled allure for ones who would possess it; and the merit seen by those versed in nature lapidary or human.	118	8	3	15	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917624	true	0	1.0	13146	441	69	0	19	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
467	465	Perk of Fiction	Perusal of popular literature is always educational. This new yellowback has the heroine saying of a coral love token that “coral” stands for “captive of reverie and love.” Charming, is it not? Made up out of whole cloth, but it will be true enough once the book is in every maiden's hand.	118	8	3	20	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917553	true	0	1.0	12746	233	70	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
468	466	King for a Day	Business has been good for us lately. While nothing is pressing, this would be an excellent time to lay in extra stock of certain items, I believe. Might I suggest you find us quality scepters? I am certain you will find our terms more than competitive.	118	8	3	20	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917554	true	0	1.0	7331	382	70	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
469	467	You Burnt It, You Bought It	A minor magical arm has gone missing from outside the Wood Wailer barracks. Its owner suspects pilferage by a peddler, but we know the truth: it was mistaken for fuel and used to flambé pears at high tea. Only the gift of a better arm may erase the cinnamon-scented affront.	13	8	3	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	12	79	0	56	80013	917555	true	0	1.0	20578	160	70	0	19	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
470	468	Music to Their Ears	Let songs ring throughout the Twelveswood, for a freesword has asked for the hand of the blacksmith, and he has assented with a glad shout. So that they might always hear some of the joy of this day, even over the keening winds of war, we would present them with softly chiming earrings.	13	8	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	12	79	0	56	80012	917556	true	0	1.0	12746	242	71	0	18	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
471	469	Dog Tags Are for Dogs	With so many new faces among the Wailers every day, we fear that time may come when we know not who it is among us that has fallen in service of the commonfolk. If every Wailer were given a ring, on the inside of which is inscribed his name and whence he hails, it would ease our fears.	13	8	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	12	79	0	56	80012	917557	true	0	1.0	7331	242	71	0	26	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
472	470	One and Only	The Gridanian antelope keeps its horns for life, and the more romantic among thaumaturges see special import in this fact. A former Wailer plies his trade as an engraver near Arrzaneth Ossuary, and he writes that he has seen no fewer than two score horn staves this moon.	13	8	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	12	79	0	56	80012	917558	true	0	1.0	13250	243	71	0	18	5	2257677	110006	true	0	14
473	471	Love in the Time of Umbra	When shadows fall, worldly passions burn brighter─at least for a time. Love tokens are being exchanged at feverish pitch; silver rings are perennially popular. I find myself singularly unmoved, if I may say so. The more one knows of love, the less inclined one is to trade baubles.	118	8	3	25	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917865	true	0	1.0	19770	247	72	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
474	472	Thaumaturge Is Magic	As a tribute to a thaumaturge of great skill, the Wood Wailers wish to commission a finely chased ring set with deep-violet fluorspar. Magic has as many ways as there are shades of this luminous stone, and none suits his like the noble purple of this incandescent gem.	13	8	3	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	12	79	0	56	80013	917866	true	0	1.0	33100	210	72	0	19	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
475	473	All Booked Up	The Order of Nald'thal has been making copies of its library in preparation for the worst. The thought of Arrzaneth Ossuary falling to the enemy is a sobering idea. The most valuable tomes are being copied in miniature so they may be secreted away; the thaumaturges seek spectacles for this reason.	118	8	3	25	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917867	true	0	1.0	11115	618	72	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
476	474	Necklet of Champions	The Sylvan Tournament is fast approaching, and the prize─a year's supply of suet─has been deemed cumbersome at the last minute. Pleasing gems and noble metals always being the safe choice in these matters, artisans are requested to deliver a worthy trophy before the blue moon.	13	8	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	12	79	0	56	80012	917868	true	0	1.0	19770	248	73	0	18	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
477	475	Keep the Change	There is gil and there is gold. And then there are gems. The Wailers use all three to pay their debts, but the last has never been favored, for loose stones so often become lost stones. Crafted into jewelry however, they are far easier to keep and worth more to boot.	13	8	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	12	79	0	56	80012	917869	true	0	1.0	22066	404	73	0	18	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
478	476	Dancing with the Stars	The forest is a fruitful place for augury and of late, the stars sidle close like a bearer of secrets delicious and dangerous. All we lack are thaumaturges' arms of antelope horn to give human voice to these murmurs. Make haste, for the stars wait for no man as the trees hurry for no woman.	13	8	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	12	79	0	56	80012	917870	true	0	1.0	11115	640	73	0	26	5	2257677	110019	true	0	14
479	477	He Has His Quartz	Master Gegeruju's open-handedness is as genuine as it is legendary. Last night, he chanced to hear an improvisatore compose on the theme of “lens of time,” and not only does he secure her a worthy theatrical agent, he wishes to give her a silver circlet set with goshenite of the first water.	113	8	3	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	12	79	0	32	80013	917871	true	0	1.0	47824	386	74	0	19	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
480	478	One Man's Trash	This year has seen a large number of culls, and the horns of beasts so destroyed have a certain beauty. The Calamity is likely to blame for the contortions of nature that necessitated the cull, but even a blighted tree may yield sweet fruit─would you not agree?	118	8	3	30	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917872	true	0	1.0	30282	443	74	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
481	479	A Little Bird Told Me	When a lovely young person with expensive tastes finds creditors at the door, I find it worthwhile to buy their debt. Then? Why, then they are free. And grateful. One of my pretty birds now has the affections of the tycoon Master Gegeruju, and sings sweetly of his sudden interest in malachite...	118	8	3	30	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917873	true	0	1.0	17670	348	257	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
482	480	Renascence Man	Passions revive in Master Gegeruju like sap rising in a springtime copse. Having recalled a boyhood lesson from a naturalist, he has entranced us by creating a floating compass out of needles. Such fun─and now done! 'Tis time to restock the sewing cases and make safe the reflecting pool.	113	8	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	12	79	0	32	80011	917874	true	0	1.0	31098	296	75	0	18	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
483	481	It's Only Love	Love has the master in its Garuda-like grip yet again. This time, he seeks a necklet of moon-bright silver for his inamorata...or was it inamorato? No matter, one is very like the other. The master seeks a beautiful bauble for his beloved; let it be so.	113	8	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	12	79	0	32	80011	917875	true	0	1.0	30282	404	75	0	18	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
484	482	Get the Green Stuff	All play and no work makes Master Gegeruju a mere dilettante, and that he shall never be. With his usual, almost preternatural understanding of coming fads, the master has pinpointed malachite jewelry as the coming obsession for Ul'dahn aesthetes, the arbiters of high-society fashion.	113	8	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	12	79	0	32	80011	917876	true	0	1.0	17670	348	258	0	26	5	3999030	110031	true	0	14
485	483	Actually, It's Loyalty	The Holy See of Ishgard is appointing new clerics to its special inquisitors' office, and they want...a harmless bracelet of office. Ah, what a relief─I mean, what an honor. I am sure that the Holy See will rid the inquisition of its rougher edges. Aquamarine is a symbol of renewal, is it not?	122	8	3	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	12	79	0	63	80013	917967	true	0	1.0	64792	497	76	0	19	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
486	484	Lode It Up	I confess, I do enjoy it when some feral prospector upsets the apple cart. One of these worthies has come upon a massive mythril deposit, and the bubble so carefully blown by the mythril cartel has gone “pop!” like a stoat. A lovely opportunity to buy cheap, craft well, and sell later.	118	8	3	35	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917968	true	0	1.0	41034	466	76	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
487	485	Burning the Midnight Oil	The bill for lamp oil is up at Arrzaneth Ossuary, remains steady at Stillglade Fane, and is down at the Arcanists' Guild. Clearly, the thaumaturges' numbers grow and their influence waxes; we must build up a stock of arms without delay.	118	8	3	35	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917969	true	0	1.0	23940	359	259	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
488	486	Wear Your Patriotic Pin	“Pure as peridot,” goes the popular expression in the streets and drawing rooms of Ishgard. A woman who carries neither the sword nor the issue of a knight would do well to make known her devotion to the cause. To go unadorned with the pale stone is now cause for mistrust.	122	8	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	12	79	0	63	80012	917970	true	0	1.0	42114	473	77	0	18	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
489	487	Dead Can't Defang	Deprived of their regular prey, wolves now stalk the caravan routes of Coerthas to ambush travelers and traders. An amulet of wolf fangs is said to protect its wearer, and there is a certain logic in it. The dead can hardly collect these fangs from a wolf and sell them as amulets.	122	8	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	12	79	0	63	80012	917971	true	0	1.0	41034	404	77	0	18	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
490	488	Faith and Fashion	Did you know that the tradition of mythril earrings dates back to Haldrath, the first Azure Dragoon? I confess I did not. Of all the bits he must have worn during the Founding Wars, I cannot see why the earrings are of import. Icons, symbols, and idols─they are not for me to understand.	122	8	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	12	79	0	63	80012	917972	true	0	1.0	23940	424	260	0	26	5	3643002	110062	true	0	14
491	489	Coral on My Mind	The knights of Ishgard also look to the arcanists' art for a new weapon against the dragons. Their reading of the grimoires has revealed that coral is found in the brain of dragons. The knights seek a ring of true coral to pry open the magical implications of this disquieting fact.	123	8	3	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	12	79	0	63	80013	917973	true	0	1.0	83662	415	78	0	19	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
492	490	When We Were Blings	Ever since blows to the head were disallowed in training, gladiators seem to have their wits about them. I've never seen such adroit self-promotion─this up-and-comer wears showy jewelry, then hawks replicas. He has a future in commerce once his fighting days are done. Provided he lives, of course.	118	8	3	40	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917974	true	0	1.0	54214	424	78	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
493	491	It's My Business to Know Things	First item of business: a rush order of coral bracelets. Gegeruju has beaten us to the punch with this craze, the primals take him. Between you and me, there is something uncanny about the master. I wouldn't be surprised if he were a product of some alchemical accident, the wily homunculus...	118	8	3	40	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917975	true	0	1.0	32049	597	261	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
494	492	North Ore South	Commerce is an ocean, and there are as many tides as there are goods to trade. Now the mythril flows north, to clad Ishgardians against dragon breath. Now the electrum flows south and west, to armor Lominsan throats and Ul'dahn necks. But the gil─ah, the gil flows every which way.	123	8	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	12	79	0	63	80012	917976	true	0	1.0	55774	526	79	0	18	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
495	493	Tough Job Market	House Durendaire has retained a quintet of thaumaturges, pending a successful trial. The recruits will be given a horn staff and left on the defile to a dragon's nest. If all five stay alive and the dragon does not, they will have the honor of serving the greatest of the High Houses of Ishgard.	123	8	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	12	79	0	63	80012	917977	true	0	1.0	54214	325	79	0	18	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
496	494	If You've Got It, Flaunt It	Wartime calls for a show of virtue. “Purity and loyalty!” cry the clerics, and all the lords wear aquamarine pins to signify loyalty. Their ladies are bedizened with peridot to symbolize their purity─so outsized the gems are that this display of chasteness grows positively suggestive.	123	8	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	12	79	0	63	80012	917978	true	0	1.0	32049	755	262	0	26	5	3643494	110063	true	0	14
497	495	Green and Bear It	The cleansing energy of tourmaline has long cast its benevolent influence on members of Saint Coinach's Find. As the Allagan dig near Silvertear Falls wears on, we fear for the naturalists' humours. While somewhat drastic, specialists assure us of the need for an entire choker of the healing gem.	124	8	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	12	79	0	67	80013	917979	true	0	1.0	106560	627	80	0	19	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
498	496	Gold Is So Last Year	There is a faddish austerity movement afoot in Gridania. They eschew gold─in favor of electrum. They renounce jade─and embrace amber. Other traders feel that both together is too much, but I shall have these circlets displayed alongside huge collars of jade and gold. Contrast is everything.	118	8	3	45	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917980	true	0	1.0	67146	683	80	0	18	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
499	497	The Big Red	The market for coral bracelets is played out, but the hunger for the beautiful material remains. We must bring this craze to a head, and hence to a dignified end. What better end game than a large and lustrous necklace that puts to shame all the miserly bits of coral hawked by others?	118	8	3	45	0	1	0	39	39	false	12	79	0	39	80013	917981	true	0	1.0	39087	639	263	0	26	5	4067692	110038	true	0	14
500	498	Sew Not Doing This	I am sorry to say that we have lost our sempster─no, nothing untoward, simply a case of creative differences, one might say. It is just as well, for I admit, many of the Sons are far too heedless of practical concerns. From now on, all Sons shall be given their own needles and a lesson in mending.	124	8	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	12	79	0	67	80013	917982	true	0	1.0	69104	486	81	0	18	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
501	499	Sweet Charity	Saint Coinach's Find would be as tears in rain were it not for the benefactresses known as the Grey Ladies. For eleven solstices, they have come veiled and silent to stack silver bars upon the sundial. This year they shall receive a tribute of amber rings, laid on the sundial by grateful hands.	124	8	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	12	79	0	67	80013	917983	true	0	1.0	69104	479	81	0	18	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
502	500	Light in the Darkness	The poor are always with us, and the Sons of Saint Coinach will not turn a blind eye to those upon whom fortune has frowned. The order has decided to mark itself with the wearing of a simple choker. Let the gleam of bronze remind those who suffer that hope, too, is as a glancing light.	124	8	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	12	79	0	67	80013	917984	true	0	1.0	39087	830	264	0	26	5	4258823	110064	true	0	14
503	501	Water, Water Everywhere	Following the Calamity, which saw many of the shallower creeks in the North Shroud dry up completely, a large number of beastkin began an exodus to the Central Shroud in search of fresh water. Unfortunately, some of these creatures can prove extremely violent, and there have already been reports of livestock going missing and children being attacked. To ensure the safety of those who reside in the area, the Trappers' League is petitioning adventurers to seek out the invasive species and slay them.	20	1	2	1	20	1	0	90	90	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65602	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	6	5	2648030	110008	true	3251851	14
504	502	No Bane, No Gain	To help them build a resistance to deadly toxins, all Wood Wailer initiates must inhale ever-increasing quantities of poisonous funguar spores daily for a period of seven moons. This procedure relies on a ready supply of the funguar gills whence the spores emanate, and the Lancers' Guild has promised to reward any adventurer willing to aid in their collection.	21	1	2	1	20	1	0	90	90	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65603	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	10	5	2648030	110008	true	3251852	14
505	503	Scourge of the Saplings	After a terrible blight which wiped out almost a third of the trees in an area near Lifemend Stump, reforestation efforts have finally begun in earnest. Unfortunately, blight-carrying vilekin are hampering the process by infecting newly planted saplings before they can take root. Master Gabineaux is offering rewards to any adventurers willing to travel to the area and assist in the pests' eradication.	22	1	2	1	20	1	0	90	90	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65604	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	7	5	2648030	110008	true	3251854	14
506	504	Stay for a Vile	As their name implies, vilekin are foul creatures who spread filth and disease. Not only are their constant buzzings a nuisance, but their bites can invoke all manner of blights and sicknesses. To protect the local fauna from these pests, the Trappers' League, with approval from Stillglade Fane, has not only issued an edict allowing the hunting of certain vilekin, but will pay good gil when presented with proof of extermination.	20	1	2	1	20	1	0	90	90	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65609	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	11	5	2648030	110008	true	3251851	14
507	505	Nutbreaker Suite	Quickness in the field is a trait highly valued amongst lancers, and therefore Wood Wailer recruits are forced to endure a number of rigorous training exercises in order to improve agility─one of those being what veteran instructors call “the chase.” While seemingly simple─catching a squirrel released into the wild and bringing it back to the Bannock─the tiny creatures are remarkably nimble, and it has been known to take some recruits several turns of the sun to complete the task. The Wood Wailers are in constant need of new squirrels to use in the exercise, and will pay for any pacified and delivered alive.	21	1	2	1	20	1	0	90	90	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65610	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	23	5	2648030	110008	true	3251852	14
508	506	Picking up the Piercers	The Wood Wailers seek volunteers to locate and collect practice spears left in the field after a large-scale training exercise held two days past. Those accepting the task are recommended to arm themselves, as the area in question is known to be populated with dangerous creatures.	21	1	2	1	20	1	0	90	90	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65611	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	40	5	2648030	110008	true	3251854	14
509	507	Bug Looks Like a Lady	Ladybugs may be classified as vilekin, but they are anything but vile. In fact, they feed on the very vermin who infest our crops here at the Red Rooster Stead, making them more than welcome in our fields. That is, the ones who aren't carrying the terrible leafbleed blight. Rumor states several infected ladybugs hitched a ride on a merchant's vessel carrying fruit from Gridania. Now, not only are they spreading the sickness to the crops, but to healthy La Noscean ladybugs as well. The Stead is looking for adventurers to seek out the carriers of the blight and eliminate them, trying not to harm any of the unaffected ladybugs in the process.	46	1	1	1	20	1	0	200	200	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65702	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	6	5	3998968	110028	true	4167141	14
510	508	獲得任務：オーレリアのバラスト袋	強い海風で吹き上げられた浮クラゲ「オーレリア」が漂着してきている。このままでは彼らが排出する海水で、畑の土壌が汚染され塩害が発生してしまうだろう。奴らを狩り「オーレリアのバラスト袋」を回収してほしい。	47	1	1	1	20	1	0	200	200	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65703	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	10	5	3998968	110028	true	4167140	14
511	509	Ain't Nobody Got Time for Rats	Every summer, we lose more than a quarter of our yield here at the Red Rooster Stead to a plague of filthy rats who sneak into the fields at night and eat the young vegetables straight off the vine. Every winter, we lose another quarter to the same rats when they chew their way into our storage silos. If the quick-breeding pests are not continuously dealt with, our losses will grow even larger, and I will be forced to abandon the farm. The Stead seeks fleet-footed adventurers to come and chase down the creatures so that my family and I might rest easily.	46	1	1	1	20	1	0	200	200	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65704	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	7	5	3998968	110028	true	4167140	14
512	510	A Long and Winding Road	We Yellowjackets of the second levy are ordered to patrol the myriad roads of middle and lower La Noscea, ensuring safe passage for the merchants and travelers who frequent them. Unfortunately, since the Calamity, there are simply not enough men and women in our ranks to cover every malm, which is why we seek the assistance of adventurers in slaying those beasts who wander too close to the outlets.	53	1	1	1	20	1	0	200	200	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65705	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	11	5	3998968	110028	true	4167143	14
513	511	On the Lamb	Ever since our old sheep hound was mangled by a pair of megalocrabs, his replacement has caused us nothing but trouble. Not only does the flea-ridden mutt run slower than a one-legged stag, but he spends most of the day looking for some tree to mark, when he isn't eating the chickens' feed. Thanks to him, we lose nigh on half a dozen of our flock every day, which is why, until our faithful old hound's legs heal, we require adventurers to find the stray sheep and lead them back to the Stead. They may be a tad overstrung, so a little coercing with your blade may be required before soothing them.	48	1	1	1	20	1	0	200	200	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65706	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	23	5	3998968	110028	true	4167142	14
514	512	Bug Bites	There are some types of vilekin which we welcome on the Red Rooster Stead, one of those being ladybugs, for they feed upon the foul aphids who suck the lifeblood from our crops. The local puks, however, consider the ladybugs a delicacy, and will descend from their rocky nests every morning to feast. The Stead is offering good coin to any adventurer who will travel to the nearby rocky outcroppings, lure out the hungry puks, and slay them. We would also appreciate it if, in your search for the puks, you come across any ladybugs infected with leafbleed, you deal with them, as well.	46	1	1	1	20	1	0	200	200	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65707	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	40	5	3998968	110028	true	4167143	14
515	513	Road Rage	Not a day goes by when one of our caravans is not assaulted by some creature lurking behind some tree or boulder. Our birds are trained to flee from any danger, and the mercenary escorts we have in our employ do a fine job of fending off attacks. Still, sacks torn and crates broken in these assaults account for a great deal of lost profits, and the Seventy-Seven Caravans cannot afford to lose any more cargo than we already have. Therefore, we seek adventurers to patrol our trade routes and clear the roadsides of any beasts that may be looking to ambush our birds.	83	1	3	1	20	1	0	263	263	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65690	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	6	5	3958072	110022	true	3956699	14
516	514	獲得任務：装飾用の羽	ウルダハ社交界で、羽飾り付きの婦人帽に流行の兆しがあるそうだ。正直、良い趣味とは思えないが、売れるというなら何でも売るのが商人さ。そんな訳でバザードを狩って「色鮮やかな羽」を集めてくれよ。	83	1	3	1	20	1	0	263	263	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65691	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	10	5	3958072	110022	true	3956697	14
517	515	Nothing Compares to Shrews	It may surprise you, but the leading cause of injury to our organization's chocobos is not ambushes by bloodthirsty beastkin, but shrewhills! Stepping in one of these holes can snap a bird's leg in two, leaving him incapacitated for months...or in serious cases, force us to put him down. To see that our birds stay healthy, the Seventy-Seven Caravans will pay good coin for the head of every shrew delivered to our headquarters.	83	1	3	1	20	1	0	263	263	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65692	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	7	5	3958072	110022	true	3977283	14
518	516	Observe and Protect	The sultana has expressed her desire to accompany a caravan on its trip to Vesper Bay so that she may observe the rebuilding effort in western Thanalan. If anything were to happen to Her Grace on the trip, our organization would be ruined, and therefore we are calling upon the realm's adventurers to assist us in clearing the Sunway of creatures who may crave a royal victual.	84	1	3	1	20	1	0	263	263	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65693	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	11	5	3958072	110022	true	3956699	14
519	517	Either Love Them or Kill Them	A fellow merchant recently arrived on a ship from RadzatHan has fallen in love with the marmots which scamper about the Thanalan deserts, and believes that the noble houses of his hometown will follow suit. He has expressed his interest in purchasing several of the furry beastkin and has bid our organization assist him. The Seventy-Seven Caravans do not have the means to pacify and capture the rodents, but will pay decent coin to any who does.	83	1	3	1	20	1	0	263	263	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65694	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	23	5	3958072	110022	true	3956697	14
520	518	Berries Got Bucked	Last night, a pair of peistes ambushed a three-chocobo caravan, killing one bird and sending the other two fleeing. The two surviving chocobos arrived back safely at our stables this morning, but their cargo of Black Shroud berries was missing. It is thought that the crates may have been thrown from the birds' backs during the struggle, and might still be lying somewhere near the site of the ambush. The Seventy-Seven Caravans are seeking adventurers to travel into western Thanalan and attempt to locate and retrieve the missing cargo. Time is of the essence!	83	1	3	1	20	1	0	263	263	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65695	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	40	5	3958072	110022	true	3977283	14
521	519	We Didn't Start the Fire	A fire set by poachers to flush animals out of their dens and into waiting traps has destroyed a large tract of woodland in the Central Shroud. Subsequent efforts to reforest the area by local botanists have been hampered by the unprovoked attacks of frenzied woodland creatures. To safeguard the lives of the men and women working diligently to restore the wood to its former glory, the Greatloam Growery is calling for adventurers to aid in culling the ravenous beastkin.	23	1	2	5	20	1	0	90	90	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65605	true	4	0.8	0	0	162	0	6	5	2648030	110009	true	3251855	14
522	520	A Vine Finer than Twine	In the past, ropes spun from the hardy, readily available grass known as brambleweed were used to lash together the logs employed in the construction of temporary Wood Wailer encampments─the lone drawback being that the ropes required regular replacement due to weathering. Nowadays, the material is rarely used, since it was discovered that microchu vines not only provide the strength of grass-based rope, but last a great deal longer due to their uncanny refusal to wither. The Lancers' Guild is currently in the process of refortifying its garrisons and will generously reward those who bring them suitable microchu vines.	21	1	2	5	20	1	0	90	90	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65606	true	4	0.8	0	0	162	0	10	5	2648030	110009	true	3251855	14
523	521	River Raid	Communion with the spirits of the Central Shroud has revealed that someone or some<i>thing</i> is befouling the waters of the East Vein. As this tributary plays an important role in the lives and well-being of those residing in the villages downstream, it is crucial that the source of this taint is discovered and dealt with as soon as possible.	24	1	2	5	20	1	0	90	90	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65607	true	4	0.8	0	0	162	0	7	5	2648030	110009	true	3251858	14
524	522	A Full Stomach	Recent communion with the spirits of the Twelveswood reveals that a plague of vilekin has descended upon the forest. The plague has, in turn, caused an explosion in the population of the landtraps which feed upon the tiny pests. If left unattended, the vilekin will continue to feed the landtraps, who will eventually overtake the wood, killing off many of the other native flora. Stillglade Fane is committed to restoring balance to the forest and is offering rewards to any who help in the extermination efforts.	24	1	2	5	20	1	0	90	90	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65612	true	4	0.8	0	0	162	0	11	5	2648030	110009	true	3251855	14
525	523	Wrangling Raptors	Recently, a Gods' Quiver scout was stopped by a local farmer who claims to have seen goblins using raptors the way we use chocobos─as beasts of burden. At first, the scout believed the farmer to be lying, for it is well documented that scalekin of such violent temperament cannot be tamed. However, after being led to the hillock where the pack raptor was first seen, the scout was convinced. Now, it is simply a matter of capturing a few of these domesticated raptors alive, and a sizable reward is being offered to any who can do so.	25	1	2	5	20	1	0	90	90	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65613	true	4	0.8	0	0	162	0	23	5	2648030	110009	true	3251855	14
526	524	Compost with the Most	The Greatloam Growery has spent the last five summers spreading compost about the Twelveswood in an effort to re-enrich soil which was left barren and tainted by fiends. Botanist parties journey into the forest daily to conduct this task; and while most are left unmolested by the woodland creatures, it is not uncommon for a party to become the victim of an attack. In these situations, the botanists are trained to literally drop what they are doing and Return to the guild. While this saves lives, it leaves a great deal of valuable compost to rot in the field, which is why the Growery seeks to hire adventurers who will travel into the forest and recover the abandoned sacks.	23	1	2	5	20	1	0	90	90	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65614	true	4	0.8	0	0	162	0	40	5	2648030	110009	true	3251855	14
527	525	討伐任務：シープを狙う獣たち	風の強い晩のことだ。外が騒がしいなと思うて様子を見に行ったら、俺のシープたちが野獣や猛禽どもに襲われていてな。生まれたばかりの子羊が犠牲に……二度とこんなことが起こらんように、獣どもを退治してくれ。	48	1	1	5	20	1	0	200	200	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65708	true	4	0.8	0	0	163	0	6	5	3998968	110029	true	4167148	14
528	526	No Pain, No Grain	Before grain can be milled into flour, it must be dried. During the Sixth Astral Era, we would dry our wheat in the dry salt winds that came down the Strait of Merlthor. The past five years, however, those winds have been warm and wet. Not only does it prevent the grain from drying properly, but it breeds mold. For this reason, we have opted to abandon the traditional methods of drying for a new technique using the cores from wind sprites. Drying is much quicker and more efficient, the only drawback being that none of us here at the Grey Fleet are competent enough with a blade to procure the cores ourselves. So, we must ask the aid of adventurers.	49	1	1	5	20	1	0	200	200	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65709	true	4	0.8	0	0	163	0	10	5	3998968	110029	true	4167146	14
529	527	March of the Mandragoras	Forty summers at the Red Rooster Stead, and not once did I see a mandragora...until the Calamity, that is. In a matter of months, the countryside was crawling with the seedkin. At first, we thought them to be harmless. We never saw them feed on other plants, and they never bothered us, no matter how close we got. That is, until we began seeing smaller yields in the fields where the mandragoras roamed. After watching them for a full season, we found that the podlings were using tiny roots on their feet to tap the soil of its nutrients. When we tried to remove the mandragoras ourselves, we learned that they were not as peaceful as we once thought... Now, we seek the aid of adventurers skilled in these sorts of matters to dispose of the nuisances.	47	1	1	5	20	1	0	200	200	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65710	true	4	0.8	0	0	163	0	7	5	3998968	110029	true	4167145	14
530	528	Red Stead Redemption	For every crop-spoiling rat or mole slain, there are three more to take its place. This is why the Red Rooster Stead is in constant need of aid to combat the pest problem. All those interested are asked to report to the Stead as soon as possible.	47	1	1	5	20	1	0	200	200	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65711	true	4	0.8	0	0	163	0	11	5	3998968	110029	true	4167145	14
531	529	The Cure	The alchemists of RadzatHan claim to have developed a cure-all from the leaves found growing atop the heads of mandragoras, increasing demand for the item tenfold. There is, however, one catch─the leaves must be plucked from a living specimen. The <i>Orion</i> will be leaving port for Thavnair in a few suns' time, and is offering a premium price for any pacified mandragoras delivered before the ship sets sail.	50	1	1	5	20	1	0	200	200	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65712	true	4	0.8	0	0	163	0	23	5	3998968	110029	true	4167146	14
532	530	Far from the Vine	Most of them former pirates or street urchins, the majority of my field hands spend more time finding ways to dodge their duties than actually harvesting fruit...which is why most of my grapes still sit, rotting on the vine. The bottlers in Wineport have begun to grow restless, threatening to commission another farmstead if we cannot make our quota, and there is little hope that my employees will have a change of heart in the next few turns of the sun, so I am forced to turn to adventurers for aid. You need only pluck the grapes from the vine and deliver them to me, and you shall be paid handsomely. Just...beware of the bees attracted to the smell of the sweet fruit.	46	1	1	5	20	1	0	200	200	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65713	true	4	0.8	0	0	163	0	40	5	3998968	110029	true	4167148	14
533	531	討伐任務：ウルダハ近郊の害虫駆除	第七霊災以後、ウルダハ近郊に多くの難民が押し寄せ、衛生状態が悪化している。このままでは伝染病が流行しかねないため、毒気を媒介する虫どもを駆除することになった。腕に覚えのある者は、力を貸してくれ。	85	1	3	5	20	1	0	263	263	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65696	true	4	0.8	0	0	164	0	6	5	3958072	110023	true	3956701	14
534	532	The Ore the Better	To rebuild and reinforce the many buildings lost in the Calamity, copious amounts of high-quality iron mined in Vylbrand must be imported from Limsa Lominsa. Knowing that their mines are the only truly reliable source of the ore, the dirty pirates, taking a page out of the sultanate's own book, have driven the prices up to ludicrous amounts. While those with the means will continue to purchase the high-quality Lominsan product, we seek to provide an alternative to those less endowed, and believe that a lower grade of ore known as “coblyn pyrite” may be the key.	83	1	3	5	20	1	0	263	263	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65697	true	4	0.8	0	0	164	0	10	5	3958072	110023	true	3956702	14
535	533	Needles to Say	Increased rains in Thanalan since the Calamity have seen the population of cactuars explode, putting more and more travelers in danger of becoming victims of thousand-pronged attacks. The Brass Blades request the aid of well-armored adventurers to seek out the seedkin and return them to the soil. It is recommended that volunteers come dressed lightly, for when threatened, cactuars will often attempt to flee, and heavy armor will only prove a burden to the pursuer.	85	1	3	5	20	1	0	263	263	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65698	true	4	0.8	0	0	164	0	7	5	3958072	110023	true	3956704	14
536	534	Procession of the Noble	The sultana has declared she will soon make a journey to Scorpion Crossing to provide her royal blessing to the people who have labored there to rebuild their lives. The Sultansworn will see that she is provided with more than enough protection; however, no chances can be taken. The royal court seeks adventurers to travel to Scorpion Crossing and clear the area of any and all threats before the procession begins.	84	1	3	5	20	1	0	263	263	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65699	true	4	0.8	0	0	164	0	11	5	3958072	110023	true	3956701	14
537	535	A Spoonful of Poison	There is a fine line between that which we call medicine, and that which we call poison. Ofttimes to purge the body of an evil, a greater evil must be introduced. Poisons, however, can be difficult to come by, with the more potent varieties coming from the more deadly creatures. Still, progress requires sacrifice, and I am more than willing to sacrifice sizable sums of coin for you to sacrifice your life and limb in procuring me the most terrible of toxins. I shall even provide you with special nerve drops which can be used to calm even the most agitated of beasts...so that you may capture them alive.	86	1	3	5	20	1	0	263	263	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65700	true	4	0.8	0	0	164	0	23	5	3958072	110023	true	3956702	14
538	536	Two Yalms Under	Several days ago, we captured a petty thief as he attempted to make off with a bejeweled goblet from Eshtaime's Aesthetics. After a few days in the oubliettes, he began admitting to previous crimes, and how he hid his loot in the desert. The short-manned Brass Blades cannot afford to send a unit into the wilds to hunt for treasure, but will reward any adventurer who returns with the pilfered items.	87	1	3	5	20	1	0	263	263	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65701	true	4	0.8	0	0	164	0	40	5	3958072	110023	true	3956704	14
539	537	Going Green	Leafbleed slugs have infested the stable's gysahl fields, infecting almost a third of this season's crop. Without the greens, many of our chocobos will not survive the winter. Help is sought in clearing the fields and surrounding forest of the troublesome pests.	26	1	2	10	20	1	0	94	94	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65563	true	4	0.8	0	0	165	0	6	5	1672782	110001	true	3244753	14
540	538	Infestation Cessation	Carrion chigoes are filthy pests who, through their foul bites, spread deadly plagues, such as the Creeping Death, throughout the Twelveswood. To prevent a full-blown infestation of the vilekin, the Wood Wailers seek volunteers to slay the creatures and bring back egg sacs as proof of their deeds.	27	1	2	10	20	1	0	94	94	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65564	true	4	0.8	0	0	165	0	10	5	1672782	110001	true	3244753	14
541	539	Turning Out the Blight	Of late, ever-increasing numbers of blight-bearing leafbleed slugs and mites have begun to appear in the vicinity of Bentbranch Meadows. The Seedseers believe that the infestation is a result of the over-culling of the vilekin's natural predators by the influx of new adventurers. We at Moogle's Gift Mounts care little for causes, however, and seek those willing to lend their blades in finding a solution to the problem at hand before the pests turn their attentions to our flock.	28	1	2	10	20	1	0	94	94	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65568	true	4	0.8	0	0	165	0	7	5	1672782	110001	true	3251848	14
542	540	Bump in the Night	Damnable imps and their nightfires have my flock so full of fright they cannot get a wink of sleep, and no sensible man will pay good coin for a bird what's dead on her feet. I desperately need someone to come down to the Meadows and take care of what it is putting the fear into my chocobos.	28	1	2	10	20	1	0	94	94	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65615	true	4	0.8	0	0	165	0	13	5	1672782	110001	true	3244752	14
543	541	Wail of a Tale	The restless souls of Wood Wailers who were slain in battle, but never had their bodies retrieved for a proper sending into the afterlife, are said to aimlessly roam the forest near Bentbranch, striking fear into the smallfolk who work the local stables. Stillglade Fane wishes to ease the pain of these spirits by releasing them from their corporeal bonds and returning their bodies to the Twelveswood. They would appreciate any and all assistance offered by local adventurers, and are prepared to offer a small stipend to those who lend their aid.	24	1	2	10	20	1	0	94	94	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65616	true	4	0.8	0	0	165	0	11	5	1672782	110001	true	3244753	14
544	542	Hog Wild	Not only is hog meat delicious and high in nutrients, but a single adult hog can fill over four score bellies, six score if those bellies are Lalafellin. Hogs, however, are an extremely violent lot, with over five percent of the Twelveswood's yearly casualties attributed to tusk-gouging. This is why the Trappers' League has proposed the domestication of the beasts, and is actively seeking adventurers to capture hoglets and deliver them, live, to league-run pens.	20	1	2	10	20	1	0	94	94	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65617	true	4	0.8	0	0	165	0	23	5	1672782	110001	true	3251848	14
545	543	Scent of a Roselet	The Greatloam Growery is seeking to determine why, unlike many other forest seedkin, roselets appear to thrive in the post-Calamity Twelveswood. The hopes are that the answers uncovered in this study will help give insight into how the guild might help accelerate the recovery process in other parts of the forest. To do this, they require living samples, pacified and delivered, and are willing to pay a sizable sum of gil for each one.	23	1	2	10	20	1	0	94	94	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65618	true	4	0.8	0	0	165	0	23	5	1672782	110001	true	3251849	14
546	544	Mite and Madness	The spirits fear that the recent increase in mites living in the Central Shroud will disturb the area's natural balance, sending the forest into chaos. To see this fate averted, Stillglade Fane requests the aid of adventurers in the culling of the mite population. This includes the gathering and disposal of eggs from mite holes.	29	1	2	10	20	1	0	94	94	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65619	true	4	0.8	0	0	165	0	40	5	1672782	110001	true	3251850	14
547	545	A Shroom with a View	The Greatloam Growery has set up logs near Bentbranch on which we hope to harvest several sorts of edible mushrooms. As luck would have it, however, the area we chose has become overrun with terrible wild beasts, preventing us untrained in the arts of battle from checking up on the progress of our crops. We seek capable men and women to travel to the logs in our stead and determine if they require additional tending.	23	1	2	10	20	1	0	94	94	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65620	true	4	0.8	0	0	165	0	40	5	1672782	110001	true	3251848	14
548	546	Too Close to Home	A pack of anoles has been spotted near Bentbranch Meadows, far from their usual hunting grounds on Naked Rock. The local chocobokeeps are worried that it is only a matter of time before the hungry scalekin stray too close to the stables and endanger their birds. To prevent the worst, the Wood Wailers are seeking volunteers to find and cull the creatures.\n\n※Levequest objectives are deemed complete when all targets have been slain. Be aware that some targets may attempt to flee the battle and join with reinforcements, making it imperative that you deal with them before they have an opportunity to do so.	28	1	2	10	20	1	0	94	94	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65608	true	4	0.8	0	0	165	0	7	4	1672782	110001	false	3244753	14
549	547	A Tall Odor	I don't suppose you've ever smelled a jackal. It's like sticking your head up an aldgoat's arse and finding a Sahagin corpse covered in moldy stone cheese...but worse (not that I've ever stuck my head up an aldgoat's arse, mind you). Well, to make a long story short, a pack of the foul beasts has taken a liking to the patch of soft grass outside my bedroom window, and now I cannot get a wink of sleep for the smell. I don't care what it takes, I'm ready to pay a sennight's worth of my dock pay to any man who can rid me of those dogs.	51	1	1	10	20	1	0	218	218	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65590	true	4	0.8	0	0	166	0	6	5	2540254	110020	true	4165477	14
550	548	The Sprite of Competition	Ever since Wawalago began posting each puller's daily catch count on the guild wall, the competition to be number one has become brutal...to the point that some pullers are even resorting to thievery and sabotage. I, on the other hand, have opted to use my boundless wit to get ahead. My plan is to toss the cores of lightning sprites into the sea, and then simply scoop up the stunned fish as they float to the top. Brilliant, wouldn't you say? Now, all I need are a few fresh cores, and am ready to pay top gil for them.	150	1	1	10	20	1	0	218	218	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65591	true	4	0.8	0	0	166	0	10	5	2540254	110020	true	4165468	14
551	549	Jackal and the Livestock	Jackals are known to feed on carrion, too cowardly to attack a living creature; however, there have been reports of a certain pack which has grown bold, attacking weakened and diseased beastkin before they die. If left alone, it may not be long before the pack begins hunting the area's livestock...or even worse─its tenders. The Yellowjackets are offering a reward to those who find the bloodthirsty jackals and slay them.	55	1	1	10	20	1	0	218	218	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65592	true	4	0.8	0	0	166	0	7	5	2540254	110020	true	4165475	14
552	550	Shock Therapy	A pair of troublemaking imps have disguised themselves as lightning sprites and taken to literally shocking innocent travelers along the De Nevelle Westroad. The Yellowjackets seek volunteers to locate the imps and slay them. This can be accomplished by first collecting pollen clusters from local roselings, and then sprinkling the irritant on suspicious-looking sprites.	55	1	1	10	20	1	0	218	218	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65593	true	4	0.8	0	0	166	0	13	5	2540254	110020	true	4165468	14
553	551	At the Gates	North and South Tidegate serve to protect the central and eastern parts of La Noscea from the Sahagin and their mindless servants, the Serpent Reavers, so it is imperative that the outposts are well supplied. Caravans delivering rations and materiel traverse the De Nevelle Westroad daily, but only a fraction of the birds ever arrive, due to frequent ambushes. The Yellowjackets have already bolstered their presence at several checkpoints along the route, but require the aid of adventurers to patrol the areas they cannot cover.	55	1	1	10	20	1	0	218	218	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65594	true	4	0.8	0	0	166	0	11	5	2540254	110020	true	4165475	14
554	552	懐柔任務：入植地の番犬候補	入植地がジャッカルの脅威にさらされています。でも、あの獰猛な獣を番犬にできれば、かなり心強いのではないでしょうか。まだ幼い「ジャッカル・パッブ」を探して、捕まえやすいように大人しくさせてください。	51	1	1	10	20	1	0	218	218	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65595	true	4	0.8	0	0	166	0	23	5	2540254	110020	true	4165479	14
555	553	Fresh Meat	The crew of the <i>Orion</i>, spoiled by long stays in Limsa Lominsa and RadzatHan, has grown too accustomed to the luxuries of the land─one of those being freshly cooked meat. Now, the spoiled sailors are saying that they will not stand for any more jerked beef or salted pork, and refuse to set sail until a section of the cargo bay is corralled off and stocked with live dodos. Why not just release the sailors and find new ones? Well, it could be that I, too, wouldn't mind a fresh roasted leg every now and again while on those long sea journeys, and am ready to pay a fair sum of coin for any dodo delivered to me alive.	50	1	1	10	20	1	0	218	218	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65686	true	4	0.8	0	0	166	0	23	5	2540254	110020	true	4165468	14
556	554	捜索任務：ばらまかれた妖花の種	荒れ果てた畑を復興させたいのですが、どうやら妖花が蔓延り始めているようです。これ以上、妖花が増えないように「妖花の種」を探して取り除いてください。ただし、魔物に襲われる危険性もあるのでお気を付けて。	51	1	1	10	20	1	0	218	218	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65687	true	4	0.8	0	0	166	0	40	5	2540254	110020	true	4165478	14
557	555	No Egg to Stand On	Believe it or not, the area around Swiftperch was once covered with golden sunset wheat as far as the eye could see. The Calamity, however, put an end to that, claiming the lives of the men and women who tended the land. With no one to till the fields, they were quickly reclaimed by nature's firm grasp. The remaining residents of Swiftperch still dream of a day when the fields run gold again, and a few of us are working to see that dream realized. We have already begun to clear away trees and rocks, but when it comes to the wild dodos which now live on the old farms, we are helpless, and must request the aid of adventurers. We don't ask that you slay the beasts, but merely take their eggs so this generation is their last.	51	1	1	10	20	1	0	218	218	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65688	true	4	0.8	0	0	166	0	40	5	2540254	110020	true	4165479	14
558	556	Grabbing Crabs	Megalocrabs are eating all the fish in my hole...and Wawalago has the nerve to chide me over not meeting my daily quota! Well, I'll show him! I'll use the money he hides behind the giant stuffed Yugr'am salmon hanging in his office to hire an adventurer to slay all the crabs for me! Whoever accepts this task must be forewarned─the megalocrabs will run for help when injured. Be properly prepared to make chase.	150	1	1	10	20	1	0	218	218	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65689	true	4	0.8	0	0	166	0	7	4	2540254	110020	false	4165468	14
559	557	Reeking Havoc	The stagnant pools which have collected around the recently uncovered ruins in the Footfalls are prime spawning locations for all sorts of putrid-smelling wavekin such as orobon and gigantoads. Their noisome odor puts our chocobos into a right frenzy, making trips from Horizon to Vesper Bay somewhat of a bother for the poor birds' handlers. Any assistance in ridding the roadside waters of these creatures will be greatly appreciated and well rewarded.	88	1	3	10	20	1	0	271	271	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65578	true	4	0.8	0	0	167	0	6	5	2540071	110026	true	3446678	14
560	558	Skin Deep	While peisteskin garments have long been popular in Ul'dah, the people of the city-state prefer the thin, supple skins of post-molt peistes to the tough, glossy skins of pre-molt ones. The thin skins, however, have never sold well in Limsa Lominsa, where the weather is colder and wetter. Could it be that Lominsans might prefer the thicker skins? If so, the Seventy-Seven Caravans need to know, and are petitioning adventurers to help them gather the item.	88	1	3	10	20	1	0	271	271	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65579	true	4	0.8	0	0	167	0	10	5	2540071	110026	true	3446677	14
561	559	Beak to Beak	After losing a single chocobo to a crazed guillotine beak, the Seventy-Seven Caravans had the gall to post flyers all over Ul'dah claiming the negligence of the Brass Blades who were assigned to escort the birds. We boys of the Rose have decided to repay the favor by collecting the heads of a hundred guillotine beaks and then hiring the Seventy-Seven Caravans to deliver the bloody cargo to their own front doors. We'll see the pockets of those kind souls who help us with our revenge lined with gil.	89	1	3	10	20	1	0	271	271	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65580	true	4	0.8	0	0	167	0	7	5	2540071	110026	true	3446678	14
562	560	Out of Body, Out of Mind	I am a thaumaturge, versed in the dark art of curses. For twenty summers have I studied methods of transposing the soul of the dead into the body of the living, and last night, I finally accomplished my goal...only to have that accomplishment fly out my laboratory window. I knew I should not have used vultures for my experiments! Now, possessed and potentially dangerous abominations are circling about Thanalan, quite possibly fixing to excrete on some poor man's head before pecking out his eyes. I must ask for assistance in locating the birds and disposing of them...but not before drawing out the undead souls with the finger of a voidsent bomb.	90	1	3	10	20	1	0	271	271	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65581	true	4	0.8	0	0	167	0	13	5	2540071	110026	true	3446679	14
563	561	Field of Beans	The sultana, in her mercy, has ordered ground broken for a new lentil plantation, so that her less fortunate subjects might have their bellies filled. A location near Nophica's Wells has been chosen for its close proximity to water. Unfortunately, the area is also known as a breeding ground for violent creatures. To ensure the safety of the farmers who will be sent to till the land, Her Grace seeks adventurers to visit the site of the future plantation and rid it of all pests.	84	1	3	10	20	1	0	271	271	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65582	true	4	0.8	0	0	167	0	11	5	2540071	110026	true	3446681	14
564	562	懐柔任務：発破代わりのボム	固い岩盤を砕くのに高額な発破を使い続けていては採算が合わん。そこで、坑道に突入させたボムに着火して、岩盤を爆砕する新工法を考案したんだ。発破代わりのボムを捕獲するため、奴らを弱らせて落ち着かせてほしい。	91	1	3	10	20	1	0	271	271	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65583	true	4	0.8	0	0	167	0	23	5	2540071	110026	true	3446681	14
565	563	You Cannot Kill the Metal	With assistance from the Alchemists' Guild, Amajina & Sons have discovered a new method of extracting the small traces of metal from low-grade ore containing high quantities of impurities. This method requires feeding coblyns ore and then waiting for the creatures' bodies to pass the impurities. Once the impurities have left its body, the coblyn is thrown into a forge where the body is burned away, leaving only pure metal─the only drawback being the coblyn is lost in the process. And thus, the Mineral Concern is seeking adventurers to pacify and capture living coblyns, and will pay for each one delivered.	91	1	3	10	20	1	0	271	271	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65632	true	4	0.8	0	0	167	0	23	5	2540071	110026	true	3446677	14
566	564	捜索任務：ペイストの罠	この辺りに生息する獰猛なペイストが、治安上の問題になっていてな。奴らを確実に駆逐するため罠を仕掛けておいた。エサとして「ドードーの腐肉」を置いておいたので、近づいてきたペイストを仕留めるのだ。	89	1	3	10	20	1	0	271	271	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65633	true	4	0.8	0	0	167	0	40	5	2540071	110026	true	3446679	14
567	565	From Ruins to Riches	If a man told you he was thankful for the destruction wrought during the Calamity, you would most likely think his brain addled. Well, for a scholar of antiquity such as myself, the Calamity was a godssend, for it uncovered a wealth of knowledge in the form of ruins from eras past. If only it had come sooner, I would have had more time to document all the wonders! Now, in the twilight of my years in this realm, I am unable to make the long, perilous journeys to the unearthed cities. I can, however, offer coin to adventurers who would make the journey in my stead and bring back relics so that I may study them here in my home.	92	1	3	10	20	1	0	271	271	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65634	true	4	0.8	0	0	167	0	40	5	2540071	110026	true	3446678	14
568	566	What Peistes Crave	It is a well-documented fact that peistes prefer Lalafellin meat to that of the other four races. Various opinions on the reasons behind this have been long debated, with the most widely accepted being that the squat, rotund build of the Lalafell makes them easier to swallow whole. Seeing that the majority of Ul'dah's population is made up of Lalafells, this makes the hills of Thanalan a perfect feeding ground for the giant scalekin, and this is why the Brass Blades are constantly seeking volunteers to travel to the hills and slay the creatures before they find their next meal.	89	1	3	10	20	1	0	271	271	false	34	75	0	42	80013	65635	true	4	0.8	0	0	167	0	7	4	2540071	110026	false	3446678	14
569	567	Monkey Business	A pack of lemurs from the North Shroud and a pack of opoopos from the South Shroud have both converged on Nine Ivies in search of food, and now fight constantly over foraging rights. These scuffles often take place in or nearby populated areas, and have already caused injuries to livestock and one particularly unfortunate child. To restore balance to the area, the Wood Wailers seek volunteers to assist in thinning both packs so that they may be compelled to return to the corners of the wood whence they came.	30	1	2	15	20	1	0	107	107	false	34	75	0	55	80012	65569	true	4	0.8	0	0	168	0	6	5	1646078	110003	true	3251859	14
570	568	Something in the Mead	To add a wee kick to my world-famous mead, I always drop a few honeybee stingers into the bottles before applying the corks. I'll generously reward any adventurer who can bring me several fresh honeybees before I bottle my next batch.	31	1	2	15	20	1	0	107	107	false	34	75	0	55	80012	65570	true	4	0.8	0	0	168	0	10	5	1646078	110003	true	3258960	14
571	569	Can't Say No to Gnat	Over the past several moons, once-docile honeybees have grown increasingly violent. Conjurers' Guild officials believe the phenomenon to be the result of a pus gnat infestation. The pus gnat emits a scent similar to, but several times more potent than, that of the honeybee queen, causing soldiers and workers alike to abandon their normal duties and flock to the creature. The gnat, in turn, commands the bees to attack its foes in its stead. If something is not done immediately, it won't be long before all the hives in the Twelveswood are abandoned, and the flow of honey brought to a halt.	32	1	2	15	20	1	0	107	107	false	34	75	0	55	80012	65571	true	4	0.8	0	0	168	0	7	5	1646078	110003	true	3258961	14
572	570	Ochus Bite, Leaves Bleed	Leafbleed is a terrible blight that causes plants to leak their juices until they eventually wither and die. The sickness is normally carried by beast- and vilekin who infect plants when they feed upon them; however, ochus have also been known to be carriers, though why they remain unaffected by the symptoms remains a mystery. To prevent the spread of leafbleed through ochus, the Trappers' League is offering a reward for the slaying of each afflicted seedkin.	20	1	2	15	20	1	0	107	107	false	34	75	0	55	80012	65572	true	4	0.8	0	0	168	0	13	5	1646078	110003	true	3258961	14
573	571	Stew for Two	Caps of red, good as dead.\nCaps of white, stew tonight.\nMy mother taught me that rhyme to make sure I never mistakenly ate the poisonous redcaps that grow throughout the Twelveswood. I also suppose she taught me it so that I'd bring home whitecaps for supper whenever I found them. While my duties here at the hut keep me from exploring the forest like I did when I was a girl, I still find that every now and then I crave a bowl of my mother's famous mushroom stew. My husband and I will pay a fair price for any whitecaps delivered to our home, but only if they have been handpicked, and not sliced clumsily from the ground with some brutish blade.	33	1	2	15	20	1	0	107	107	false	34	75	0	55	80012	65622	true	4	0.8	0	0	168	0	40	5	1646078	110003	true	3251859	14
574	572	A Guest for Supper	Four summers past, while on my morning walk through the forest, I had the misfortune of happening upon a Coeurlclaw trap. The jaws dug deep, preventing me from removing the foul contraption from my leg. I shouted for help for three straight bells, but this was soon after the Calamity, and there were still few travelers in the area. Before long, the smell of my lifeblood soaking into the forest floor had attracted several hungry beasts, and I knew then that the end was nigh. I closed my eyes and began reciting my final prayers to the Matron...when a Qiqirn emerged from the trees, swiftly drove the beasts away, and removed the trap. If it had not been for that kind creature, I surely would have perished that day, and so ever since, I have invited the Qiqirn down from his hovel to dine at my cookfire. In recent years, he has grown old, and can no longer make the journey here himself, so I seek the services of kind adventurers to assist him on the road.	34	1	2	15	20	1	0	107	107	false	34	75	0	55	80012	65623	true	4	0.8	0	0	168	0	41	5	1646078	110003	true	3942505	14
575	573	The Transporter	A young sylph has wandered into Amarissaix's Spire, tired and frightened. The Wood Wailers on duty at the outpost have provided the wayward sapling with water and shelter, but are afraid they will not be able to care for the child much longer. They seek a volunteer to escort the sylph to Little Solace.	30	1	2	15	20	1	0	107	107	false	34	75	0	55	80012	65624	true	4	0.8	0	0	168	0	41	4	1646078	110003	false	3258963	14
576	574	Sucked Dry	Last night, a large swath of our barley fields was trampled by what appeared to be several of the local aurochs. The quiet beasts had never approached the fields before, so the other brewers and I went to see if aught was amiss. Lo and behold, we found that the aurochs had been bitten by bloodsucking bats, and were no longer right in the head. We put the poor creatures down, but were unable to find the culprits. If the bats are not found and eliminated, we risk losing our whole crop.	58	1	1	15	20	1	0	223	223	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65596	true	4	0.8	0	0	169	0	7	5	2540476	110021	true	4165480	14
577	575	A Glamourous Life	Several imps locked up in the brig escaped by donning magicked glamours which made them appear as if they were men. The malicious voidsent now roam western La Noscea, free to torment the poor souls they hap across. The Yellowjackets are petitioning adventurers to aid in their search for the creatures. It is said that the light of the evenfall firefly can dispel an imp's glamour, and all those participating in the hunt are recommended to first collect firefly abdomens and use them on suspicious-looking characters wandering aimlessly about the hills.	56	1	1	15	20	1	0	223	223	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65597	true	4	0.8	0	0	169	0	13	5	2540476	110021	true	4165482	14
578	576	First to Reave	The Serpent Reavers, heartless villains who have sold their souls to the Sahagin for a dream of endless plunder, have increased activity along the De Nevelle Westroad, preying upon weary travelers. The Yellowjackets cannot well cover the whole area and seek adventurers willing to volunteer their blades for irregular patrols.	56	1	1	15	20	1	0	223	223	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65598	true	4	0.8	0	0	169	0	11	5	2540476	110021	true	4165480	14
579	577	Beasts of Bourbon	No doubt you've seen the giant aurochs which graze in the nearby hills. Word has it they were brought over from some far-off land generations ago to be raised and bred for their milk and meat. The Calamity saw that experiment to an end, and now the remaining beasts have grown wild and taken to attacking their former masters. I reckon, however, that if one were able to pacify the creatures they could once again be domesticated. My distillery could use a few strong aurochs to bear bourbon casks to Limsa, and I'd be willing to pay any man who could accommodate me.	58	1	1	15	20	1	0	223	223	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65599	true	4	0.8	0	0	169	0	23	5	2540476	110021	true	4165483	14
580	578	Field Testing	I take pride in the quality of my ale, so I make certain to personally test each batch before shipping to ensure my customers will be satisfied. The only problem is, ofttimes I test a tad more than might be necessary. Such was the case last night when, after a bell or five of quality assurance, I woke in a field surrounded by angry aurochs. It wasn't until I was back in my cellar, the door locked firmly behind me, that I realized I had left several bottles of ale in that beast-ridden field. I'd be right appreciative of any soul who might go and retrieve that ale.	58	1	1	15	20	1	0	223	223	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65600	true	4	0.8	0	0	169	0	40	5	2540476	110021	true	4165483	14
581	579	Barley Legal	I'm looking to increase my brewery's output, but, to do so, require a steady supply of quality barley. The farms around Aleport are already under contract with several other brewers and have no more grain to sell, but I have heard word of growers in Swiftperch who might be willing to part with a portion of their crop. As I am not a disciple of any of the martial or magical arts, I fear that I might not make it to the settlement with my life, and therefore am looking to hire an escort who will see to my safety until arriving in Swiftperch.	59	1	1	15	20	1	0	223	223	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65601	true	4	0.8	0	0	169	0	41	5	2540476	110021	true	4165484	14
582	580	Tail in Tow	Memeroon likes sparkly shinies. Memeroon walks to man lands to trade good goods for shining sparklies. But Memeroon cannot be going home! Memeroon afraid bad bandits will be taking Memeroon's sparklies. Is there not kind adventurer to keep Memeroon safe? Memeroon shares shinies to keep Memeroon safe!	66	1	1	15	20	1	0	223	223	false	34	75	0	33	80011	65728	true	4	0.8	0	0	169	0	41	4	2540476	110021	false	4165484	14
583	581	The Enterprise of Undeath	There are those who, upon death, are, for whatever reason, unable to make the journey to Thal's realm. These wrathful souls remain trapped in the realm of Nald, where they roam aimlessly, blinded by rage, until they hap across an innocent victim...and, well, the outcome is oft too gruesome to put to parchment. We servants of the Traders wish only to see the tormented back on the proper path, but require the aid of martially inclined adventurers to do so, for the only way to release the undead from this realm is to first break the bond the soul has with its decaying corporeal counterpart. Only then can we conduct the remaining rites to see the soul at peace.	80	1	3	15	20	1	0	300	300	false	34	75	0	44	80013	65584	true	4	0.8	0	0	170	0	6	5	2540213	110024	true	3446699	14
584	582	追撃任務：砂を呼ぶゴート	ゴートの生息数が目に見えて増えている。このままの勢いで繁殖すれば、やがて草は食い尽くされ、周辺の砂漠化が一挙に進むだろう。キャンプが砂に埋もれる事態を防ぐためにも、ゴートの数を減らしてほしいのだ。	93	1	3	15	20	1	0	300	300	false	34	75	0	44	80013	65585	true	4	0.8	0	0	170	0	7	5	2540213	110024	true	3446695	14
585	583	A Simple Solution	Several mischievous shape-shifting imps charged with setting over a hundred different fires, many of which led to the deaths of humble farmfolk, have escaped from their inescapable cell in the Marasaja Pit. After conducting a realm-wide search to capture the villainous voidsent, the Brass Blades believe they finally have cornered them somewhere in Drybone. To ensure that they do not let the criminals slip through their fingers, the Blades are seeking adventurers to assist in the search process, which involves collecting firefly abdomens and casting them on tucotucos─any of which could be an imp─to dissolve the creatures' glamours.	93	1	3	15	20	1	0	300	300	false	34	75	0	44	80013	65586	true	4	0.8	0	0	170	0	13	5	2540213	110024	true	3446703	14
586	584	Death with Indignity	The lichyard of the Church of Saint Adama Landama is the final resting place for those who do not have the means to see their bodies interred in the sultanate's great stone mausoleums. We provide salvation in death for those who could not find the same in life. We ask no coin of those who seek our aid, and conduct our work solely with the alms provided us by the city-state's few philanthropists. Charity, however, is a rare virtue in Ul'dah, and our “visitors” are forced to forgo many of the luxuries, such as a proper headstone or an embalming, that the wealthy are granted upon their passing. This inequity can kindle flames of wrath which can ultimately prevent a soul from completing its journey to the realm of Thal. These souls must needs be cleansed of their anger so that they may find peace, and we at the lichyard seek adventurers to aid us in doing so.	80	1	3	15	20	1	0	300	300	false	34	75	0	44	80013	65587	true	4	0.8	0	0	170	0	10	5	2540213	110024	true	3446726	14
587	585	Going for Goat	Yes, chocobos are quick, strong, and reliable, but with their narrow backs, they can only bear so much burden. But I ask you this─what if one were to train a larger beast, such as an aldgoat? Over twice the cargo could be hauled with half the number of animals! Profits would double, nay triple, overnight! I must test my theory immediately, but, as a mere merchant, do not have the means of taming and pacifying an aldgoat on my own. There is good coin to be made for any adventurer who might help me in seeing my dream realized.	94	1	3	15	20	1	0	300	300	false	34	75	0	44	80013	65588	true	4	0.8	0	0	170	0	23	5	2540213	110024	true	3446720	14
588	586	Earthbound	Since the Calamity, there has been much imbalance in the elements. Founts of over-aspected aether erupt from the soil and manifest into corrupted crystals. These crystals, in turn, attract the most unsavory of creatures, the most common of all being elemental sprites who, upon absorbing the crystals, become corrupted themselves. The Brass Blades are seeking adventurers to comb the desert and find the crystals, slaying any corrupted sprites encountered.	93	1	3	15	20	1	0	300	300	false	34	75	0	44	80013	65589	true	4	0.8	0	0	170	0	40	5	2540213	110024	true	3446695	14
589	587	The Missing Merchant	A Gridanian merchant was to arrive in Ul'dah today to discuss a long-term shipping agreement with the Seventy-Seven Caravans, but even as the twenty-fourth bell struck, he had yet to arrive at the agreed upon meeting place. We fear that he may be incapacitated and require an escort to complete the remainder of his journey. A reward will be paid to any adventurer who will locate the merchant and deliver him safely to the Immortal Flames.	94	1	3	15	20	1	0	300	300	false	34	75	0	44	80013	65639	true	4	0.8	0	0	170	0	41	5	2540213	110024	true	4085099	14
590	588	The Law Won	Despite the fact sultanate law clearly forbids any and all business dealings with beast tribes deemed hostile, a goblin merchant has chosen to ignore the law and peddle his wares to the Amalj'aa. The Brass Blades cannot allow this, and seek adventurers to locate the merchant and bid him cease. He is, however, by no means to be hurt. Goblins are considered harmless and have been granted leave to conduct commerce within the city-state, so we ask that adventurers simply lead him away from Amalj'aa lands towards central Thanalan.	93	1	3	15	20	1	0	300	300	false	34	75	0	44	80013	65640	true	4	0.8	0	0	170	0	41	4	2540213	110024	false	4085097	14
591	589	Belly Up	A band of Miqo'te poachers calling themselves the Coeurlclaws has been attacking travelers on the roads to and from Gridania. The Wood Wailers do not have the resources to patrol each and every path in the Twelveswood and seek adventurers to help fill in the gaps, engaging any bandits they come across.	35	1	2	20	20	1	0	129	129	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65574	true	4	0.8	0	0	171	0	6	5	2257020	110005	true	3258966	14
592	590	No Leaves Left Behind	For generations, hamlet healers have applied the sticky leaves of various landtrap creatures to burns and cuts to help quicken their mending. Unfortunately, ever more frequent confrontations with neighboring beast tribes have seen demand for the leaves overtake supply. To see that those injured are not left to suffer, good coin will be paid for freshly harvested specimens.	149	1	2	20	20	1	0	129	129	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65575	true	4	0.8	0	0	171	0	10	5	2257020	110005	true	3258965	14
593	591	What's Yours Is Mine	Emboldened by a handful of successful forays into outlying areas of the Twelveswood, a ragtag band of poachers known as the Coeurlclaws has now begun raiding the central parts of the forest, slaying wildlife protected by Stillglade Fane edicts. The Wood Wailers are seeking volunteers to hunt down these villains and retrieve the ill-gotten trophies...by any means necessary.	35	1	2	20	20	1	0	129	129	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65576	true	4	0.8	0	0	171	0	10	5	2257020	110005	true	3258966	14
594	592	The Root of the Problem	A pack of normally placid antelopes has grown frenzied and begun attacking botanists participating in the Greatloam Growery's reforestation project. After inspecting the carcass of one of the beastkin, it is believed the animals must have eaten the leaves of the blackroot rose, known to cause horrible visions and induce extreme fits of violence. In their current state, the animals are a threat to the botanists, the forest, and themselves, and so to prevent any further incidents, it has been decided that the antelopes must be put down. Our guild is searching for adventurers willing to carry out the grim task.	23	1	2	20	20	1	0	129	129	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65577	true	4	0.8	0	0	171	0	7	5	2257020	110005	true	3258964	14
595	593	Killing Beasts Softly	The Calamity is far behind us, yet poor souls seeking succor continue to arrive in Quarrymill with each turn of the sun. To see to it that their passage through our lands is free of danger, the hamlet seeks adventurers willing to patrol the surrounding wood and clear it of any creatures who may pose a threat to the refugees.	35	1	2	20	20	1	0	129	129	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65625	true	4	0.8	0	0	171	0	11	5	2257020	110005	true	3258966	14
596	594	It's a Trap	The Keepers of the Moon who make Quarrymill their home have recently been troubled by Takers' Rot poachers who litter the area with their deadly iron leg traps. Three young women and a breeding male have already had to have their legs amputated after suffering wounds from these deadly hunting instruments. To ensure that the clan suffers no further casualties, the Trappers' League has put a call out to local adventurers to assist in the search and disposal of hidden traps.	20	1	2	20	20	1	0	129	129	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65626	true	4	0.8	0	0	171	0	40	5	2257020	110005	true	3258965	14
597	595	It's Hard Being Moogle	I won't say it's easy being the most adored moogle bard in all the Twelveswood, what with the constant hounding by fans for autographs, the barrage of requests from <i>The Matron's Bounty</i> to <i>The Sailor and the Sea</i>, or the incessant pinching of my tender buttocks because they're “soft as a cloud.” Why, in order to see that I arrive at my appointments in time and in one piece, I must constantly employ a bodyguard to protect me from my more “spirited” admirers.	37	1	2	20	20	1	0	129	129	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65627	true	4	0.8	0	0	171	0	41	5	2257020	110005	true	3258964	14
598	596	Treevenge	A new underhanded technique involving the provocation of peaceful treants to create confusion during robberies is being employed by an increasing number of local highwaymen. What is worse, these angered seedkin remain agitated long after the bandits have done their damage, resulting in a forest overrun with frenzied foliage. To ensure the safety of innocent bystanders, Stillglade Fane has concocted a special formula which, when sprinkled on a weakened treant, should calm the giant creature. They now seek fearless volunteers to carry out the task.	35	1	2	20	20	1	0	129	129	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65628	true	4	0.8	0	0	171	0	23	4	2257020	110005	false	3258964	14
599	597	討伐任務：放牧されたドードー退治	卵好きのキキルン族たちが、勝手にドードーを解き放ち放牧し始めました。有毒のブレスを吐くドードーが、このまま繁殖すれば、どんな事故が起こることか。ドードーとキキルン族の獣牧士を退治してください。	60	1	1	20	20	1	0	337	337	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65714	true	4	0.8	0	0	172	0	6	5	4018485	110027	true	4167150	14
600	598	Claw-struck	Now that spawning season has come to a close, a whole new generation of big claws is ready to step from the sea and wreak havoc on the coastline. The aid of adventurers is required to see that the local fishers and farmers remain free from the crabs' deadly grasp. Remember, the only method of distinguishing a big claw from a megalocrab is by using the core of a lightning sprite. If, when shocked, the crab's shell turns red, the beast must be slain.	60	1	1	20	20	1	0	337	337	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65715	true	4	0.8	0	0	172	0	13	5	4018485	110027	true	4167151	14
601	599	The Light Stripes	After losing their ship, the <i>Beagle</i>, to the Calamity, the pirates known as the Striped Lightning have taken their banditry to land and now incessantly harass the smallfolk of lower La Noscea, robbing them of their gold, their food, and their daughters. The Yellowjackets mean to put a stop to this madness once and for all, and seek aid in scouring the region for these foul men. It is believed that one of them may be using a trained coeurl to do his killing, and caution is advised.	54	1	1	20	20	1	0	337	337	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65716	true	4	0.8	0	0	172	0	11	5	4018485	110027	true	4167152	14
602	600	Another Egg Gone	The majority of the meat and grain which feed Moraby Bay is shipped in from Limsa Lominsa and inspected here before being delivered. We do not normally experience much in the way of problems...that is, except when we receive a shipment of eggs. Perhaps it is that nose of theirs, but the Qiqirn always seem to know exactly when we have loaded a crate of eggs onto our docks, and will be hiding in wait, ready to pilfer every last one the moment we turn our backs. Killing the rats would be easy, but the remaining ones would simply keep coming back for more. No, I reckon the only way to stop the creatures from coming back is to see that they are bloodied and bruised so that when they return to their dens, they can tell their brethren what awaits them if they try and steal any more eggs.	60	1	1	20	20	1	0	337	337	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65717	true	4	0.8	0	0	172	0	23	5	4018485	110027	true	4167150	14
603	601	Strand by Me	It has been five summers since the Calamity, and still yet little is known of the fantastical change wrought upon the land by the unleashing of Bahamut's aether. The queer formations off the Salt Strand are a prime example. How were these pillars formed? Do they continue to grow? Do they pose a threat? To better understand the phenomena, I am studying the elemental balance in the area, and to do so, require samples of water so that I may measure levels of salt and other minerals.	64	1	1	20	20	1	0	337	337	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65718	true	4	0.8	0	0	172	0	40	5	4018485	110027	true	4167169	14
604	602	Man the Ore	Naldiq & Vymelli's has entered a tentative agreement with a goblin merchant to purchase a sizable quantity of ore his people have gathered while hollowing out the heart of a nearby mountain to create a new city. This new source of ore could mean an end to the current material shortage our company faces, which is why it is imperative that the merchant, currently on his way to Candlekeep Quay to finalize the contract, makes it there safely. Naldiq & Vymelli's is seeking a skilled adventurer to escort the goblin and see that he arrives safely to his destination.	63	1	1	20	20	1	0	337	337	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65719	true	4	0.8	0	0	172	0	41	5	4018485	110027	true	4167168	14
605	603	The Deathliest Catch	Most megalocrabs feed on fish they find in tidal pools or washed up onshore. There is a variety of crab, however, which prefers the flesh of man over that of marine life. These terrible wavekin are called big claws, and must be put down before they injure any more of Candlekeep Quay's residents. It is almost impossible, however, to distinguish a big claw from a normal megalocrab. That is, unless the core of a lightning elemental is used. When shocked, the shell of a big claw will turn bright red, making it an easy target.	60	1	1	20	20	1	0	337	337	false	34	75	0	31	80011	65720	true	4	0.8	0	0	172	0	13	4	4018485	110027	false	4167151	14
606	604	Refugee Raw	Five summers have passed since the Calamity, and yet poor souls seeking succor continue to arrive in Quarrymill with each turn of the sun. Though our humble hamlet no longer has the room to provide these refugees with shelter, we feel that it is at least important to supply them with whatever provisions we can before seeing them back on their journeys. To see our storehouses remain stocked with food, we are petitioning the services of adventurers to hunt the nearby wood for raw antelope meat which we will then smoke and jerk.	149	1	2	25	20	1	0	129	129	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65641	true	4	0.8	0	0	173	0	10	5	2257020	110018	true	3446785	14
607	605	More than Meets the Eye	Two murderous imps captured by a brave band of adventurers and handed over to the Wood Wailers for imprisonment have escaped their chains and somehow stolen from the city. There have been sightings of the voidsent near Quarrymill, and the Holtwatch has already dispatched several units to subdue the fiends. Normally, imps are clever creatures, hiding themselves behind magic glamours, choosing to take up the guise of harmless animals such as galagos or sheep. These ones, however, have chosen to take on the form of Coeurlclaw poachers, making them relatively easy targets for the men and women already hunting the band of thieves. Any assistance in the recapture of the otherworldly escapees is appreciated and will be well rewarded.	35	1	2	25	20	1	0	129	129	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65642	true	4	0.8	0	0	173	0	13	5	2257020	110018	true	3446785	14
608	606	Necrologos: Olidious Separation	A half-crazed cultist belonging to the Lambs of Dalamud was taken into custody after running naked through New Gridania's Aetheryte Plaza, screaming strange obscenities at the awestruck passersby. Though thorough questioning revealed little about who she was or whence she came, her speech was littered with mention of the South Shroud and a forbidden tome known as the <i>Necrologos</i>. While it may simply turn out to be the ramblings of this poor, addle-brained soul, Stillglade Fane must be certain that a copy of the tome is not lying somewhere in the forest waiting to be found by an unknowing bystander. They seek volunteers to travel south, search the area, and destroy any pages they may find.	38	1	2	25	20	1	0	129	129	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65643	true	4	0.8	0	0	173	0	8	5	2257020	110018	true	3446765	14
609	607	Revisiting Raimdelle	A group of naturalists has petitioned the Trappers' League to allow several tests on the local antelope population─the group's goal: to create an updated version of the Raimdelle Codex, revised for the new era. The naturalists have insisted that the samples be brought to them alive, and therefore the League is seeking adventurers skilled in the art of animal pacification to accept this task.	20	1	2	25	20	1	0	129	129	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65644	true	4	0.8	0	0	173	0	23	5	2257020	110018	true	3446778	14
610	608	Up the Creek	I, like any other warm-blooded man, enjoy the little things in life─a sweet-smelling lass on me lap, an occasional toss of the bones, and a long pull from a bottle of home-brewed grog. Unfortunately, me old bag does not share in that enjoyment, which is why I've been temporarily forbidden from leaving me stead. Now I can survive without the thighs or dice, but a night without me drip and I'm sure as dead. Luckily, I keep a bottle or five of me brew hidden nearby, and I'd be more than willing to bestow a share of me gambling winnings upon any kind soul who'd be kind enough to fetch the bottles and deliver them to me door, discreet-like.	39	1	2	25	20	1	0	129	129	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65645	true	4	0.8	0	0	173	0	40	5	2257020	110018	true	3446784	14
611	609	Rope a 'Lope	Since the Calamity, the Trappers' League, in conjunction with Stillglade Fane and the Wood Wailers, has established a comprehensive set of guidelines regulating hunting in the Twelveswood in order to see diminished beastkin populations return to their Sixth Astral Era size. One of the animals covered in this edict is the antelope─the guidelines specifically stating that the slaying of any stag or doe under the age of three summers is strictly prohibited. The notorious band of poachers known as the Coeurlclaws, however, have little respect for Gridania's laws, and will often kill any and all creatures who enter their territory. To see that young antelopes are spared this fate, the Trappers' League seeks volunteers to help guide wayward does and stags away from the poachers' demesne.	20	1	2	25	20	1	0	129	129	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65646	true	4	0.8	0	0	173	0	41	5	2257020	110018	true	3943221	14
612	610	Necrologos: The Beholders	While out in the forest, a hunter claims she witnessed what appeared to be a cultist from the Lambs of Dalamud performing some sort of ceremony with a large black tome. However, before she could drive away the cultist herself, a pack of bloodthirsty beasts set upon the man and proceeded to tear him and his book to shreds, consuming every last piece. Stillglade Fane believes the tome the hunter saw to be a copy of the forbidden <i>Necrologos</i>, and is seeking adventurers skilled in the arts of war or magic to locate and slay the beasts in question, and retrieve any pages that may remain in their bellies, taking heed that foul creatures may be trapped within the parchment.	38	1	2	25	20	1	0	129	129	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65647	true	4	0.8	0	0	173	0	8	5	2257020	110018	true	3446778	14
613	611	Dead Men Lie	The Corpse Brigade was once the personal guard of the King of Ruin─Theodoric, last in the line of Ala Mhigan royalty before our city-state's fall to the Garlean Empire. Now, the men and women of the Brigade are naught more than petty criminals defiling the name of our proud nation. I would see all of them rot in the seventh hell before calling them brethren. I have little coin to my name, but will gladly give it all to the man who slays each and every last one of them.	95	1	3	25	20	1	0	313	313	false	34	75	0	45	80013	65648	true	4	0.8	0	0	174	0	7	5	3974981	110025	true	3437845	14
614	612	Drakes' Misfortune	It was once believed that imps could only disguise themselves as creatures of similar size or stature. However, it was recently discovered that a skilled imp can transform himself into something several times larger when a Brass Blade patrolling Broken Water witnessed one of the voidsent taking on the form of a massive drake. It is now worried that many of the area's scalekin may actually be shape-shifting imps, and the local authorities seek adventurers to investigate. It is believed that, as is the case with other imps, the cores of fire elementals possess the ability to dissipate the glamours.	96	1	3	25	20	1	0	313	313	false	34	75	0	45	80013	65649	true	4	0.8	0	0	174	0	13	5	3974981	110025	true	3437847	14
615	613	Necrologos: Fluid Corruption	A recently uncovered copy of the dark tome─the <i>Necrologos</i>─was being delivered to the Thaumaturges' Guild for disposal when a band of frenzied monsters, presumably drawn by the evil from within the book, attacked the carriers and made away with their cargo. If the pages were to fall into the wrong hands, much mayhem could be wrought, and so we of the Order of Nald'thal are petitioning adventurers to recover the pages and burn them, dealing with any spirit that may be released from its bonds in the process.	97	1	3	25	20	1	0	313	313	false	34	75	0	45	80013	65650	true	4	0.8	0	0	174	0	8	5	3974981	110025	true	3437848	14
616	614	Flower Power	A recent rumor claims that when dried, soaked in honey, and then applied to the forehead, sabotender flower petals can cure headaches caused by overdrinking. Do the rumors contain any merit? None employed at the Seventy-Seven Caravans fancies herself a leech or barber, and therefore cannot attest to any of the claims made regarding the flowers' curative properties (or lack thereof). We simply seek to provide a supply to meet the demand, and are offering good coin for sabotenders pacified and delivered to us alive, so that we might grow our profits.	94	1	3	25	20	1	0	313	313	false	34	75	0	45	80013	65651	true	4	0.8	0	0	174	0	23	5	3974981	110025	true	3437848	14
617	615	Run, Run Away	Little Berahthraben has run off again to visit the grave of his poor mother and father who were lost in the Calamity. He has only seen eight summers, and cannot well make the journey alone. I would fetch the boy myself, but I cannot leave the village, for to do so would mean falling behind in my tasks. I did, however, give my word to Berahthraben's father that if aught were to happen to him, I would care for his son like he were my own. To that end, I am offering a reward to he who can locate the boy and lead him back to safety.	95	1	3	25	20	1	0	313	313	false	34	75	0	45	80013	65652	true	4	0.8	0	0	174	0	41	5	3974981	110025	true	3982997	14
618	616	Necrologos: The Noctambulist	It has come to our attention that the Corpse Brigade may have acquired a copy of the <i>Necrologos</i> thought to contain pages on the deadly voidsent known as Vodoriga. The Corpse Brigade will only use this knowledge to further their nefarious schemes, so it is imperative that the book is retrieved, its pages destroyed, and the creature trapped within sent back into the furthest reaches of the void.	97	1	3	25	20	1	0	313	313	false	34	75	0	45	80013	65653	true	4	0.8	0	0	174	0	8	4	3974981	110025	false	3437845	14
619	617	A Feast in the Forest	A well-fed scout is a happy scout, or so says the old Wood Wailer adage, and so Third Spear Averay the Ardent makes sure that on the first sun of every moon, his men and women are treated to only the finest fare the forest has to offer. To feed the scores of hungry mouths under his command, however, a plethora of plump orobon and juicy vulture is required, and so he seeks out adventurers willing to brave the wilds and bring basketfuls of flavorful fodder back to the barracks.	40	1	2	30	20	1	0	123	123	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65680	true	4	0.8	0	0	175	0	10	5	3643652	110011	true	3799684	14
620	618	Black Market Down	It has been learned that local poachers will be selling their ill-gotten trophies somewhere near the ruins of the old Sixth Astral Era airship landing. The Wood Wailers seek well-trained Disciples of War or Magic to join them in locating the foul criminals and delivering justice deserving of all those who would defile the forest.	40	1	2	30	20	1	0	123	123	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65681	true	4	0.8	0	0	175	0	7	5	3643652	110011	true	3799687	14
621	619	Necrologos: Brand of the Impure	Earlier this morning, a caravan transporting a copy of the forbidden tome known as the <i>Necrologos</i> was attacked by a pack of frenzied opo-opos just moments after departing Camp Tranquil. The beasts succeeded in making off with most of the caravan's baggage, leaving what they didn't take in ruin. The opo-opos, however, showed little interest in the <i>Necrologos</i>, and the extent of their damage to the tome was limited to a portion ripped from the binding during the struggle─the pages in question belonging to a chapter on voidsent. The chapter is thought to still be scattered about the immediate area, and Stillglade Fane seeks brave volunteers to collect the pages and destroy whatever foul abominations escape the wards inscribed upon them.	41	1	2	30	20	1	0	123	123	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65682	true	4	0.8	0	0	175	0	8	5	3643652	110011	true	3799684	14
622	620	Adamantoise Tears	Several adamantoises, a species of giant turtle not native to the Twelveswood, have been spotted laying eggs in the muddy flatlands surrounding Camp Tranquil. After communing with the spirits of the forest, the Elder Seedseer has deemed the scalekin harmful to the region's natural order and authorized the culling of the creatures and the disposal of their eggs. Recognizing an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, the Wood Wailers are offering to purchase any undamaged adamantoise eggs found in the area...so that they may incorporate them in their daily rations.	40	1	2	30	20	1	0	123	123	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65683	true	4	0.8	0	0	175	0	40	5	3643652	110011	true	3799688	14
623	621	Woodcross Busydeal	Good gobbie wants busydeal with uplander having wideheart and unfull purse needing of jinglyshine! Guttrix Sliverpicks is goodly goodsbearer from dustylands come to trade tongueflaps with treelanders. But treeland having overmany lustyeye beasties, so Guttrix makes not woodcross with safety! Guttrix needing of stonearm uplander what walks and cuts with fastness. Uplander gives walkpath safety, then Guttrix makes uplander purse full of jinglyshine!	42	1	2	30	20	1	0	123	123	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65684	true	4	0.8	0	0	175	0	41	5	3643652	110011	true	3799684	14
624	622	Where the Fur's At	After the lengthy interrogation of a recently captured Coeurlclaw member, the Wood Wailers have discovered the precise location of several stockpiles of prohibited furs. As there is a countless number of these hidden stashes, the Wailers are currently enlisting the aid of able-bodied adventurers to not only retrieve the contraband but also see to the “handling” of any poachers who may attempt to protect it.	40	1	2	30	20	1	0	123	123	false	34	75	0	56	80012	65685	true	4	0.8	0	0	175	0	40	4	3643652	110011	false	3799688	14
625	623	Sol Survivors	Without the funding provided so generously by Master Gegeruju, the village of Costa del Sol would still be naught more than a handful of salt-worn lean-tos rotting on the sands of Bloodshore. Not only did milord see the manors built and the palms planted, but the beaches cleared of all manner of sea creature so that the people here might live out their lives in peace. The creatures, however, do not share Master Gegeruju's sentiments when it comes to who now claims dominion over this slice of paradise, and are constantly attempting their return. Milord is ready to pay those who would aid in maintaining the coastline's current pristine state. As always, money is no object.	61	1	1	30	20	1	0	206	206	false	34	75	0	32	80011	65721	true	4	0.8	0	0	176	0	6	5	3999029	110047	true	4167305	14
626	624	Call Me Mating	The mating call of the apkallus nesting nearby Costa del Sol is preventing Master Gegeruju from achieving the eight bells of sleep he requires each night to maintain the youthful glow of his skin. Milord seeks an adventurer who is willing to do “all that it takes” to see the cloudkin silenced once and for all. As always, money is no object.	61	1	1	30	20	1	0	206	206	false	34	75	0	32	80011	65722	true	4	0.8	0	0	176	0	7	5	3999029	110047	true	4167315	14
627	625	Necrologos: Igneous Toil	A copy of the forbidden tome, the <i>Necrologos</i>, was recently discovered by wealthy Costa del Sol resident and avid collector of antiquities Gegeruju amongst a shipment of ancient logs and journals purchased from a RadzatHan sailing company. The Lalafell claims to know naught regarding whence the tome came or how it happened to make its way in with his shipment, but ensures Mealvaan's Gate that he unbound and disposed of the book promptly. This, however, is easier said than done, and we believe that the pages still may exist in some form, mixed in with the detritus gathered on the beaches of Bloodshore. Adventurers are sought to locate the pages and properly dispose of them after defeating the creature bound within.	67	1	1	30	20	1	0	206	206	false	34	75	0	32	80011	65723	true	4	0.8	0	0	176	0	8	5	3999029	110047	true	4167317	14
628	626	Birds of a Feather	Master Gegeruju's pet colibri have flown their coop, leaving milord overcome with despair. The colibri is a highly intelligent bird which does not take well to captivity, so they may require a bit of “coercing” before agreeing to return. Do what you must, and remember that, as always, money is no object.	61	1	1	30	20	1	0	206	206	false	34	75	0	32	80011	65724	true	4	0.8	0	0	176	0	23	5	3999029	110047	true	4167315	14
629	627	Out to Sea	That damned Qiqirn porter who is in charge of delivering my orders from Wineport went and dropped a whole crate of Sixth Astral Era reserve into the ocean! I've already found a good mercenary to deal with the rat, but I still require assistance in recovering the lost bottles before the brine soaks into the corks, ruining the wine.	65	1	1	30	20	1	0	206	206	false	34	75	0	32	80011	65725	true	4	0.8	0	0	176	0	40	5	3999029	110047	true	4167311	14
630	628	Clearing Steer	A young buffalo has become separated from its mother and wandered near Costa del Sol. If Master Gegeruju were to learn of this, he would order me out to kill the poor beast...something I simply do not have the heart to do. If there were someone who would be willing to lead the buffalo down toward Gullperch, I would see that he is handsomely rewarded.	62	1	1	30	20	1	0	206	206	false	34	75	0	32	80011	65726	true	4	0.8	0	0	176	0	41	5	3999029	110047	true	4167320	14
631	629	Under Foot	Last evening on his nightly walk through the jungle, Master Gegeruju was assaulted by a beetle who shrewdly maneuvered himself directly under milord's bare left foot as he stepped down onto the sand. Needless to say, the master was infuriated and has since ordered the slaying of every creature in the area so that no other might experience the suffering he did. Adventurers are sought to carry out his orders, and, as always, money is no object.	61	1	1	30	20	1	0	206	206	false	34	75	0	32	80011	65727	true	4	0.8	0	0	176	0	11	4	3999029	110047	false	4167305	14
632	630	Coeurl Scratch Fever	Yesterday, I sent my son to Costa del Sol to deliver a cask of wine, only to have him return a few bells later, his face cut and his tunic torn to shreds. As he tells it, a coeurl three times his size leapt down from a tree and began attacking him. Thankfully he remembered the knife I always have him carry, and used it to drive the beast back. Once there was enough distance betwixt the two, my son made his escape...but not before suffering injuries which will keep him from his duties for nigh on a full moon. Even after he heals, I will fear for his safety as long as that beast is roaming free. If someone were to slay it, I would see him properly rewarded.	68	1	1	35	20	1	0	216	216	false	34	75	0	32	80011	65654	true	4	0.8	0	0	178	0	7	5	3629068	110057	true	3629736	14
633	631	Walk Like a Mandragora	Godsdamned imps have been sneaking their way into my cellar and filling my aging casks right full of holes. I'd have my good son deal with the menace, but he was mauled by a coeurl not a few nights back. And myself? Well, I'm simply too along in years to stand up to one of them voidsent. I do have coin, though, and will pay any able-bodied man or woman to hunt down them imps and see they don't bother me and mine anymore. It might be the clever beasties have disguised themselves in the skins of harmless mandragoras, but that glamour is easily dispelled with the brightseed of a will-o'-the-wisp.	68	1	1	35	20	1	0	216	216	false	34	75	0	32	80011	65655	true	4	0.8	0	0	178	0	13	5	3629068	110057	true	3629738	14
634	632	Necrologos: Igneous Moil	Goblin fanatics thought to serve under the enigmatic Brayflox were recently witnessed transporting a copy of the forbidden tome, the <i>Necrologos</i>, to their jungle settlement. It is not known for what purpose they possess the book, but considering the fell power it contains, it cannot be allowed to remain in the goblins' possession. Mealvaan's Gate requires adventurers to seek out the tome's pages, retrieve them by any means necessary, and then see them (and the creature they contain) destroyed.	67	1	1	35	20	1	0	216	216	false	34	75	0	32	80011	65656	true	4	0.8	0	0	178	0	8	5	3629068	110057	true	3629769	14
635	633	Bud Bait	Wild buffaloes have begun roaming closer and closer to Wineport, causing concern for the hamlet's residents. If even one of the colossal beasts were to make its way into the vineyards, the resulting damage would be unthinkable. The Yellowjackets have already begun the relocation of the buffaloes, but still require assistance in removing some of the more violent ones. Use mandragora buds, a favorite fodder of the buffaloes, to lure the creatures into battle.	57	1	1	35	20	1	0	216	216	false	34	75	0	32	80011	65657	true	4	0.8	0	0	178	0	9	5	3629068	110057	true	3629736	14
636	634	Wonder Wine	The leeches at Camp Bronze Lake have urgent need for several bottles of my best wine. It seems the fighting with the kobolds of O'Ghomoro has hit a fever pitch, and not a day goes by when a poor man doesn't come back from the front lines needing an arm or leg removed. It's at these times my wine is most sought after, not only for dulling the senses of the amputee, but for cleaning the wound once the deed has been done. I can see that the bottles make it to the camp unscathed, but I need someone to see that I stay unscathed in the process.	69	1	1	35	20	1	0	216	216	false	34	75	0	32	80011	65658	true	4	0.8	0	0	178	0	41	5	3629068	110057	true	4249265	14
637	635	Appetite for Abduction	It is said that a goobbue eats up to three times its weight each day, and with some of the larger ones weighing upwards of three hundred stone, that equates to a great deal of prey, whether it be animal, vegetable, or mineral. The farmers and shepherds of eastern La Noscea have already begun complaining of missing crops and livestock, and, with the way things are going, it is only a matter of time before there arise complaints of missing children and elderly. The Yellowjackets seek assistance from adventurers in baiting goobbues with pelican meat and slaying the ones who bite.	57	1	1	35	20	1	0	216	216	false	34	75	0	32	80011	65659	true	4	0.8	0	0	178	0	9	4	3629068	110057	false	3629769	14
638	636	Now We're Even	These attacks are hurting business. Caravans roll armed to the teeth, suppliers lose flocks left and right, and warm-blooded outlanders still demand we keep to their soft schedule. Damn wolves owe us, is the way I look at it. You hunt 'em and skin 'em, and I'll see to their next life as winter coats.	125	1	2	35	20	1	0	385	385	false	34	75	0	63	80012	65660	true	4	0.8	0	0	179	0	10	5	3643001	110059	true	3631239	14
639	637	Have a Nice Trip	The Holy See of Ishgard bids you find a pie-eyed thing that lurks in the snow, glutted with herbs that bring false visions. Try as we might, a creature so loathsome to the godly is all but invisible to us. You, however, have no such problem. Use the disembodied claw of a napalm to thaw the abetting snow.	126	1	2	35	20	1	0	385	385	false	34	75	0	63	80012	65661	true	4	0.8	0	0	179	0	13	5	3643001	110059	true	3631242	14
640	638	Necrologos: Cinerary Rite	A servant of Ishgard has failed in his duties. Whilst putting the forbidden tome <i>Necrologos</i> to the sacred torch, he allowed the wind to snatch the charred leaves. Gather the scraps and rid the world of the voidsent entwined within. Ware, for the unclean ones have had their way with beasts of the field.	126	1	2	35	20	1	0	385	385	false	34	75	0	63	80012	65662	true	4	0.8	0	0	179	0	8	5	3643001	110059	true	3631241	14
641	639	Meat and Bleat	The world's on its arse since the Calamity. One of our suppliers lost a flock of karakul─to the wolves, he thought. Turns out it was some sly ogres. What with the blood and all, at least one of the sheep got itself a taste for mutton! You kill the lot of 'em and I'll sell the leftovers to an exotic meats dealer. Sheep-fed sheep, that ought to be exotic enough.	125	1	2	35	20	1	0	385	385	false	34	75	0	63	80012	65663	true	4	0.8	0	0	179	0	9	5	3643001	110059	true	3631242	14
642	640	Little Lost Lamb	The Observatorium bought itself a sheep from some scapegrace who turned around and claimed delivery wasn't included. The poor beastie's been set loose to fend for itself, damn the blackguard. Normally, I'd send a dog, but the area around the Observatorium being a nasty sort of place, we need your steel in the mix.	125	1	2	35	20	1	0	385	385	false	34	75	0	63	80012	65664	true	4	0.8	0	0	179	0	41	5	3643001	110059	true	4249432	14
643	641	Cower to the People	The maw of the dragon is nothing compared to a hundred thousand hungry mouths. The Holy See fears famine more than any other enemy, for it knows that naught will save it should the people rise against their masters. If Coerthas is to freeze and its fecund soil wither, preparations must be made─to feed and fight.	64	1	2	35	20	1	0	385	385	false	34	75	0	63	80012	65665	true	4	0.8	0	0	179	0	40	5	3643001	110059	true	3631240	14
644	642	Saving Bessy	A pair of foul things tried to get at our Bessy this morning. The more worldly among us named them red aevis, minions of the dragon horde. For their crime, they must be killed posthaste. Bessy is our sheep─a dear friend to the Observatorium as well as the source of all our milk and curd. You may wish to get some baritine croc meat to use as bait...though, that may be easier said than done.	127	1	2	35	20	1	0	385	385	false	34	75	0	63	80012	65666	true	4	0.8	0	0	179	0	9	4	3643001	110059	false	3631241	14
645	643	Subduing the Subprime	The Baert Trading Company is a canker on the rose of Ul'dah. Many in the almshouses south of the canal tell the same tale─a moneylender who entered a friend and departed the master. 'Tis easy enough cheating ordinary folk, but they'll not cheat death. The viper has many nests; the one in northern Thanalan is yours.	87	1	3	40	20	1	0	325	325	false	34	75	0	46	80013	65674	true	4	0.8	0	0	180	0	6	5	3645035	110058	true	3633687	14
646	644	Necrologos: Pale Oblation	Evil things whisper of glory to the ambitious, riches to the avaricious. We surprised a clandestine sale of the forbidden tome <i>Necrologos</i>, and in the ensuing chaos, entire pages writ with unholy things were torn from the volume. Retrieve the leaves and slay the demons within, so that we may dispose of the book.	97	1	3	40	20	1	0	325	325	false	34	75	0	46	80013	65675	true	4	0.8	0	0	180	0	8	5	3645035	110058	true	3633692	14
647	645	Don't Forget to Cry	The demonic balor have made a desert of the route where fresh water wagons used to ply their trade. Their thirst is boundless and their eyes wide, and this will be their undoing. You will need the Tears of Nepenthe to entice the creatures with. Strike in that eternal moment when it forgets all─thirst, rage, and love of the kill.	133	1	3	40	20	1	0	325	325	false	34	75	0	46	80013	65676	true	4	0.8	0	0	180	0	9	5	3645035	110058	true	3633697	14
648	646	Circling the Ceruleum	No matter how well protected the refinery itself may be, if we lose the road, we lose access to ceruleum. The northern lands are full of demons, and the Immortal Flames have no more warriors to spare. It falls to adventurers such as yourself to range the roads and slay whatever threatens the trade route.	133	1	3	40	20	1	0	325	325	false	34	75	0	46	80013	65677	true	4	0.8	0	0	180	0	11	5	3645035	110058	true	3633692	14
649	647	Someone's in the Doghouse	We have been training guard dogs at great expense to ensure the security of the ceruleum refinery. It has succeeded beyond all expectation─which accounts, perhaps, for some of the complacency that led to this unfortunate incident. In brief, one of the dogs has been separated from the pack, though there is every hope that she may be found and led to safety.	134	1	3	40	20	1	0	325	325	false	34	75	0	46	80013	65678	true	4	0.8	0	0	180	0	41	5	3645035	110058	true	4249370	14
650	648	Blow-up Incubator	I believe in trial and error─the more spectacular the error, the better! They won't even let me have an assistant anymore on that account, though they do keep doubling my funding. Now, I'm thinking of something that makes Garlean armor go boom, or possibly kablooey. Just grab whatever seems promising and I'll get erring.	86	1	3	40	20	1	0	325	325	false	34	75	0	46	80013	65679	true	4	0.8	0	0	180	0	10	4	3645035	110058	false	3633697	14
651	649	Necrologos: Whispers of the Gem	A heretic's son confessed to hiding his sire's forbidden tome, <i>Necrologos</i>, from the inquisitors by leaving it torn and blood-smeared by a beasts' den, where the vile fragments and their unclean freight were promptly fought over and consumed. Gather them forthwith and defeat what darkness dreams within, then put them to the torch.	126	1	2	40	20	1	0	402	402	false	34	75	0	63	80012	65667	true	4	0.8	0	0	181	0	8	5	3643492	110060	true	3637456	14
652	650	Got a Gut Feeling about This	Fell things grow frolicsome in the deepening cold. The demon tauri have emerged from their living nest to prowl the snowfields of Whitebrim. We have already slain the beast who played an unwilling host to the stomach dwellers. Use hippogryph shanks to lure in the tauri and finish this most gastric─I mean ghastly─business.	128	1	2	40	20	1	0	402	402	false	34	75	0	63	80012	65668	true	4	0.8	0	0	181	0	9	5	3643492	110060	true	3637466	14
653	651	You Look Good Enough to Eat	Biast tendon, intolerable to all but the most robust of jaws and valiant of gums, is the ultimate forbidden delicacy for the thrustaevis. Wretched things! A thrall to the dragons, yet its nature hungers for the flesh of that which it considers a higher being. When they take the bait, strike true and deep.	128	1	2	40	20	1	0	402	402	false	34	75	0	63	80012	65669	true	4	0.8	0	0	181	0	9	5	3643492	110060	true	3637488	14
654	652	The Area's a Bit Sketchy	The road into Whitebrim Front has never been what one would call scenic, and the demons and beastkin do little to sweeten the atmosphere. It would be worth an adventurer's while to clear the trade route of these pests, for all it takes is a few isolated disembowelments for the cargadores to grow restive.	123	1	2	40	20	1	0	402	402	false	34	75	0	63	80012	65670	true	4	0.8	0	0	181	0	11	5	3643492	110060	true	3637466	14
655	653	The Tropes of the Trade	Everyone loves a show! They want to be shown something they already see, you know? For example, it's bad to procrastinate. We all see that! So, a show where hesitation means death─perfect! Now, get off your arse, work over a glacier hippocerf, and use our nerve drops to capture it for the arena. Welcome to show business!	129	1	2	40	20	1	0	402	402	false	34	75	0	63	80012	65671	true	4	0.8	0	0	181	0	23	5	3643492	110060	true	3637488	14
656	654	Pets Are Family Too	It is the custom among the scribes of the temple to take for a companion beastkin such as hounds and cats, who are declared pure in the galled eye of the Fury. A snowshoe mouse that serves as handwarmer and helpmeet to an elder scribe has been lost on the wintry plains of Whitebrim, and must be retrieved.	126	1	2	40	20	1	0	402	402	false	34	75	0	63	80012	65672	true	4	0.8	0	0	181	0	41	5	3643492	110060	true	4249559	14
657	655	We Can Dismember It for You Wholesale	The surge in traffic to Whitebrim Front is drawing beastkin and demons who then fight over the choicest morsels of slow-moving food. The cargadores demand a raise on the pain of road mutiny─goods are being sold virtually at cost. Clear the trade route, and you will find the traders very grateful.	123	1	2	40	20	1	0	402	402	false	34	75	0	63	80012	65673	true	4	0.8	0	0	181	0	6	4	3643492	110060	false	3637501	14
658	656	Turnabout's Fair Play	We at Saint Coinach's Find are much troubled by voidsent, who seem to delight in our terror at the many glamours they cast. Upon my word, I heard cackles as Master Syele lay curled, sobbing, in the shadow of a gigas. I beg you, turn the tables on our tormentors. Affright them with ice sprite cores, then slay them.	130	1	3	45	20	1	0	416	416	false	34	75	0	67	80013	65729	true	4	0.8	0	0	182	0	13	5	4258822	110061	true	4261624	14
659	657	Necrologos: The Liminal Ones	This dig is cursed, I tell you. It's been naught but one ill luck after another. And all the fragments we've unearthed of the forbidden tome! What more proof do we need? Well, quite a bit less if I'm to keep my post! I shall need you to collect and destroy all the pages, and of course get rid of all the voidsent. I won't be needing those either.	131	1	3	45	20	1	0	416	416	false	34	75	0	67	80013	65730	true	4	0.8	0	0	182	0	8	5	4258822	110061	true	4261622	14
660	658	Big, Bad Idea	Ah, here's something interesting. A stele with instructions for summoning a─runaway? No, a hapalit─how to summon a hapalit using hippogryph meat as bait. In-ter-esting! Definitely something worth exploring, wouldn't you say? Or rather, wouldn't the board of trustees say so? Have I got a job for you today!	131	1	3	45	20	1	0	416	416	false	34	75	0	67	80013	65731	true	4	0.8	0	0	182	0	9	5	4258822	110061	true	4261601	14
661	659	Put Your Stomp on It	We the Sons of Saint Coinach are willing to endure great dangers in our pursuit of knowledge, but we really must draw the line at giants. Their rampages are threatening fragile dig sites and even more fragile, well, us. I'd rather not have to constantly ask you to kill things, but if you could clear the area of gigas...	130	1	3	45	20	1	0	416	416	false	34	75	0	67	80013	65732	true	4	0.8	0	0	182	0	11	5	4258822	110061	true	4261601	14
662	660	One of Our Naturalists Is Missing	Such shame, we hadn't any trouble for a good few days, but now, a member of the south dig is unaccounted for. We believe he was left behind by the oxcart when the party returned in some haste to the main camp. The mess serves treacle tart every morning, you know. We'd appreciate it if you would go and fetch him.	130	1	3	45	20	1	0	416	416	false	34	75	0	67	80013	65733	true	4	0.8	0	0	182	0	41	5	4258822	110061	true	4262305	14
663	661	A Toad Less Taken	I must say this is truly exciting stuff─a genuine adventure. Could the giant toad have been bred by the Allagans in antiquity? Could these marvelous people have been engaging in─dare I say it─nix husbandry? There is only one way to find out. I shall need live giant toads. Do soften them up; I can't abide hopping.	131	1	3	45	20	1	0	416	416	false	34	75	0	67	80013	65734	true	4	0.8	0	0	182	0	23	4	4258822	110061	false	4261624	14
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676	674	Waking Wood	In addition to the mass destruction it wrought, the Calamity was also a catalyst for dramatic change within the Twelveswood's natural order. As habitats were altered, so too were behavior patterns of the forest's creatures, the treants being no exception. Since the inception of the Seventh Umbral Era, an increasing number of once-dormant oaks and maples have suddenly risen from the soil, striking fear into the smallholders who cultivate the lands outside of Gridania. To determine the reasons behind this mass awakening, the Greatloam Growery seeks able-bodied botanists to bring back samples of the local foliage.	23	3	2	1	20	1	1	90	90	false	18	85	0	54	80012	131080	true	4	5.0	0	0	213	0	14	5	2648030	110012	true	3804097	67
677	675	East Bank Story	The flames of the Calamity claimed large swaths of the primeval forest surrounding Gridania. Recognizing the importance of helping the Twelveswood and her kindred spirits recover, the Seedseers launched a large-scale reforestation effort, which began even before the rebuilding of the city-state. To ensure that the trees planted during that effort are growing properly and without disease, the Greatloam Growery conducts periodic studies of the young foliage, and seeks eager botanists to travel to the east bank of the Central Shroud river known as the West Vein and collect samples.	23	3	2	1	20	1	1	90	90	false	18	85	0	54	80012	131081	true	4	5.0	0	0	213	0	14	5	2648030	110012	true	3804098	67
678	676	We Couldn't Start the Fire	Though fire shards and crystals have essentially removed the need for cooking over an open flame, the Order of the Twin Adder wants to ensure that its members are prepared for the worst, and this includes situations in which crystal supplies may be low. This is why all new recruits to the Grand Company are required to heat their meals the old-fashioned way─with a flint and some kindling. The Gods' Quiver, the guild in charge of Twin Adder training, will pay a substantial fee to botanists who are willing to chop wood and deliver it to the barracks.	21	3	2	1	20	1	1	90	90	false	18	85	0	54	80012	131082	true	4	5.0	0	0	213	0	29	5	2648030	110012	true	3804099	67
679	677	Lovely Latex	The alchemists of Frondale's Phrontistery in Ul'dah have placed an order with the Greatloam Growery for a sizable shipment of latex. They have, however, specified that for the experiments they plan on conducting, the product must be of the utmost purity, and have threatened to take their business elsewhere if it is anything less. The Botanists' Guild is seeking volunteers willing to collect the highest-quality, uncontaminated latex, and is offering a fair price for each delivery.	23	3	2	1	20	1	1	90	90	false	18	85	0	54	80012	131083	true	4	5.0	0	0	213	0	29	5	2648030	110012	true	3810606	67
680	678	Let the Sun Shine In	To see that sufficient sunlight reaches the tiny saplings which grow underneath the Twelveswood's majestic canopy, it is oft necessary to thin the forest of larger trees. The Botanists' Guild seeks those skilled with a hatchet to journey into the Central Shroud and assist with the effort.	22	3	2	5	20	1	1	90	90	false	18	85	0	54	80012	131084	true	4	20.0	0	0	214	0	14	5	2648030	110013	true	3812135	67
681	679	If a Tree Falls	Scattered throughout the Twelveswood, there stand trees so tall that they are thought to be the pillars which support the heavens, so ancient that they were giants when the first Elezen arrived in Eorzea thousands of summers past. It is even written that the snead of the scythe wielded by the goddess Nophica Herself was carved from one of these hoary sentinels. They are the silent protectors of the forest, the spirits residing deep within their hearts helping to maintain balance within the region. If even one were to fall, it could spell devastation. This is why the Botanists' Guild takes regular samples from the roots of these trees to determine if they have been afflicted by any manner of sickness or blight.	23	3	2	5	20	1	1	90	90	false	18	85	0	54	80012	131085	true	4	20.0	0	0	214	0	14	5	2648030	110013	true	3812136	67
682	680	Evil Seeds	In one season, a single ochu can produce over a hundred seeds, which, as the creature makes its way through the forest, are oft caught on the moss growing on tree trunks. If left to germinate, the seeds give rise to microchus─a vile plant which has the tendency to sap the soil of its nutrients, leaving little to none for the other foliage. To keep the microchu population in check, the Greatloam Growery seeks botanists to search mossy trees for these seeds and bring them back to the guild for proper disposal.	22	3	2	5	20	1	1	90	90	false	18	85	0	54	80012	131086	true	4	20.0	0	0	214	0	29	5	2648030	110013	true	3812138	67
683	681	No Bark, All Bite	Several varieties of funguar are known to release their spores directly onto the bark of wounded trees, so that the spores may take hold quicker. Unfortunately, this often results in the wound spreading, eventually leading to the death of the host plant. The Greatloam Growery seeks skilled botanists to travel into the forest and seek out trees that show blotchy patches of white─a telltale sign that they have been infected with the funguar spores─and use their hatchets to carefully remove the affected area.	22	3	2	5	20	1	1	90	90	false	18	85	0	54	80012	131087	true	4	20.0	0	0	214	0	15	5	2648030	110013	true	3812139	67
684	682	A Chest of Nuts	Once found throughout the Twelveswood, wild Gridanian chestnuts have become an increasing rarity due to the loss of a majority of the region's chestnut trees to Calamity-induced wildfires. The trees that were replanted after the fires have only begun to mature and bear fruit, and still require a great deal of tending before they will be ready for harvesting. To determine the amount and type of care required, close examination of the chestnuts is necessary, and therefore the Greatloam Growery is actively seeking botanists to visit the chestnut grove near Galvanth's Spire and retrieve an amount upon which a suitable hypothesis can be built.	23	3	2	10	20	1	1	94	94	false	18	85	0	54	80012	131088	true	4	40.0	0	0	215	0	14	5	1672782	110014	true	3812140	67
685	683	West Bank Story	The flames of the Calamity claimed large swaths of the primeval forest surrounding Gridania. Recognizing the importance of helping the Twelveswood and her kindred spirits recover, the Seedseers launched a large-scale reforestation effort, which began even before the rebuilding of the city-state. To ensure that the trees planted during that effort are growing properly and without disease, the Greatloam Growery conducts periodic studies of the young foliage, and seeks eager botanists to travel to the west bank of the Central Shroud river known as the West Vein and collect samples.	23	3	2	10	20	1	1	94	94	false	18	85	0	54	80012	131089	true	4	40.0	0	0	215	0	14	5	1672782	110014	true	3812142	67
686	684	Digging Deep	By nature, chocobos are excellent diggers and, when properly trained, can be used to unearth mushrooms, tubers, or sometimes even hidden treasure. When left unattended, however, chocobos will instinctively claw and peck away at the ground─especially near partially buried items such as fence posts. When this occurs, the birds can escape their corrals, costing the owners thousands of gil in retrieval costs. One way to prevent this type of mishap is by burying fence posts deep into the soil. The only requirement here being that the posts be of a certain height so that once they are set, the chocobos won't be able to leap over them, let alone dig them up. Moogle's Gift Mounts will generously reward any adventurer with the skill to procure logs which will suit their needs.	28	3	2	10	20	1	1	94	94	false	18	85	0	54	80012	131090	true	4	40.0	0	0	215	0	29	5	1672782	110014	true	3812151	67
687	685	The Heart of the Hedge	Hedgetrees play an important role in the forest by helping to maintain the protective barrier which shields the Twelveswood from harm. Should the trees become damaged, the forest would find itself more susceptible to outside danger. One manner of threat to these guardians is roselet seeds, which get lodged in pockets of soil that gather on a Hedgetree's trunk or limbs. Once sprouted, the roselet saplings will send a taproot deep into the tree's core, where it will divert the flow of nutrients to its own body. In severe cases, this can result in the withering of large branches. To ensure this does not happen, the Botanists' Guild seeks volunteers to travel to nearby Hedgetrees and examine the bark for seeds, removing any they find.	29	3	2	10	20	1	1	94	94	false	18	85	0	54	80012	131091	true	4	40.0	0	0	215	0	25	5	1672782	110014	true	3812153	67
688	686	The Quick and the Dead	As its name implies, quickweed is a swift-growing plant that, in a matter of days, can cover an entire field if left untouched. Farmers and smallholders especially despise the plant, as it quickly drains even the richest soil of its nutrients, dooming crops for an entire season. The damage, however, is not merely limited to farmsteads. Quickweed can also drain the life of the forest's guardians─the Hedgetrees. This cannot be allowed to happen, and so the Botanists' Guild is offering good coin to all those who will assist in the eradication of this invasive plant.	29	3	2	15	20	1	1	107	107	false	18	85	0	55	80012	131092	true	4	40.0	0	0	216	0	14	5	1646078	110015	true	3746651	67
689	687	Maple Stories	There isn't a soul in the Twelveswood who hasn't heard of my amazing mead, and while I have no plans to cease its golden flow, I'd be lying if I didn't admit to growing weary of doing the same thing, day in and day out. Which is why I've decided to try my hand at something different, if not to simply break the monotony. And what is that something, you ask? Why, use my mead-making knowledge to brew an even sweeter blend! But this time, instead of the usual honey, I plan on using maple sap! The only problem is, as a lifelong beekeeper, I haven't the foggiest idea of how to get the sap from the tree, which is why I need the help of skilled botanists. Bring me the maple sap I need, and I'll see that you are rewarded most handsomely!	32	3	2	15	20	1	1	107	107	false	18	85	0	55	80012	131093	true	4	46.0	0	0	216	0	29	5	1646078	110015	true	3746653	67
690	688	Never Strikes Twice	It has been recently discovered that sylphs are branding trees with what appears to be the mark of the primal Ramuh. While the significance of these marks is still not fully understood, it is unlikely that the tribe's intentions are good, and therefore the Wood Wailers seek assistance from local adventurers in the removal of the brands.	30	3	2	15	20	1	1	107	107	false	18	85	0	55	80012	131094	true	4	40.0	0	0	216	0	29	5	1646078	110015	true	3746652	67
691	689	Briar in the Hole	The past several moons have seen a marked increase in the number of violent creatures prowling the area immediately to the north of the Hawthorne Hut. Homestead owner Rolfe Hawthorne believes that the recent influx of beasts might be attributed to an abundance of new forage, such as the giant briars, introduced to the region after the Calamity, and is seeking botanists to survey the nearby landscape for evidence to support his theory.	34	3	2	15	20	1	1	107	107	false	18	85	0	55	80012	131095	true	4	40.0	0	0	216	0	25	5	1646078	110015	true	3746657	67
692	690	Nowhere to Slide	The Calamity saw the toppling of countless scores of the Twelveswood's trees. And now, with fewer roots to keep the soil in place, not a week goes by when mud- and landslides do not rip large chunks of earth from the hillsides and deposit them across roads─roads leading to important places of commerce such as Buscarron's Druthers. To try and prevent the next slide before it hits, alehouse proprietor Buscarron Strongarm seeks skilled botanists to examine the root system in the area around his establishment and report anything that might be cause for concern.	31	3	2	20	20	1	1	129	129	false	18	85	0	56	80012	131096	true	4	40.0	0	0	217	0	14	5	2257020	110016	true	3804003	67
693	691	Shaken, Not Stirred	With trade routes open again, my establishment is oft frequented by merchants and caravans hailing from the deserts of Thanalan, where they prefer their drinks flavored with all manner of sweet fruit and herbs. Why anyone would spoil a fine cup of mead with a foul weed plucked from the underbrush is beyond me, but if it means a few extra coins in my coffer, I'm willing to oblige. And, as such, I'm always looking to purchase high-quality galago mint from anyone willing to sell.	31	3	2	20	20	1	1	129	129	false	18	85	0	56	80012	131097	true	4	40.0	0	0	217	0	29	5	2257020	110016	true	3804004	67
694	692	Just the Artifacts, Madam	In the countless generations since the fall of Gelmorra, the Twelveswood has reclaimed much of the ancient city, so to uncover the civilization's lost secrets, a little digging is ofttimes necessary. The land around Issom-Har is known to yield a variety of Gelmorran artifacts such as coins and potsherds which have become tangled in the roots of giant trees. While of no value to most, these relics of a past age are the subject of my ongoing studies into Gridania's history, and I will pay a fair price for any items you may find.	43	3	2	20	20	1	1	129	129	false	18	85	0	56	80012	131098	true	4	40.0	0	0	217	0	29	5	2257020	110016	true	3804005	67
695	693	Fueling the Flames	When it comes to deciding who's the fastest woodcutter in the forest, Buscarron's Druthers has more than a few times become the proving grounds for quick-tempered lads with hatchets on their backs and a bit too much ale in their bellies. After growing weary of having to replace my poor establishment's furnishings following every bout, I proposed that the hot-headed cutters take their pissing contest to the trees, promising a hefty reward to whoever brought back the most firewood. I certainly don't see aught wrong with a little friendly competition, as long as it keeps my cookfires hot while keeping the hall spruce.	31	3	2	20	20	1	1	129	129	false	18	85	0	56	80012	131099	true	4	40.0	0	0	217	0	15	5	2257020	110016	true	3804006	67
696	694	Over the Underbrush	Despite the efforts of her residents to maintain the grounds, the hamlet of Quarrymill is constantly overrun with quick-growing weeds and thicket. So that the people can devote their time to other daily tasks, the hamlet elders have gathered together a moderate sum of gil which they are offering in return for the services of botanists.	149	3	2	25	20	1	1	129	129	false	18	85	0	56	80012	131100	true	4	40.0	0	0	218	0	14	5	2257020	110017	true	3803997	67
697	695	Moon in Rouge	We Keepers of the Moon have a long history of decorating our faces with colorful paint before going into battle. We do this not only to honor the traditions of our clan, but to also let the gods know that we are prepared to serve them as warriors in the afterlife, should we fall at the hands of our enemies. The paint we use is taken from the inedible red berries of a herb known as 'soldier's sore' that can be found growing in the South Shroud. My unit is willing to pay handsomely for any who can harvest the fruit and deliver it to our barracks.	44	3	2	25	20	1	1	129	129	false	18	85	0	56	80012	131101	true	4	46.0	0	0	218	0	29	5	2257020	110017	true	3803998	67
698	696	Appleanche	The skies have been kind to the Twelveswood's orchards, the result being apple yields almost twice the size they were but a year ago. There is so much fruit on the trees, in fact, that the local farmers do not have the capacity to gather it all before it falls from the trees and becomes bruised and riddled with worms. To see that all the apples make it to market, the Greatloam Growery is seeking botanists to assist in this season's harvest.	23	3	2	25	20	1	1	129	129	false	18	85	0	56	80012	131102	true	4	40.0	0	0	218	0	15	5	2257020	110017	true	3803999	67
699	697	Mushroom Gobblin'	Ever since the return of goblins to the Twelveswood, strange mushrooms have been spotted sprouting from the trunks of trees throughout the forest. The Greatloam Growery has yet to determine whether or not this new species of seedkin is harmful to its hosts, and therefore requires several samples on which it may conduct its tests. A reward has been set aside for all botanists who are able to lend their services to the procurement of these mushrooms for the guild.	45	3	2	25	20	1	1	129	129	false	18	85	0	56	80012	131103	true	4	46.0	0	0	218	0	15	5	2257020	110017	true	3804000	67
700	698	The Palm in Your Hand	It appears that the sago palms that Lalafellin tycoon Gegeruju planted five summers ago in Bloodshore to remind him of his summer home in the Cieldalaes are not only pleasant to look upon, but can also be quite delicious...or at least according to one of my new chefs who is also from the islands. According to her, the pith which is found within the tree's thick trunk can be boiled down into a starchy paste which is high in energy. I wish to try this peculiar food myself, and require several fresh samples.	76	3	1	30	20	1	1	206	206	false	18	85	0	32	80011	131104	true	4	51.0	0	0	219	0	14	5	3999029	110039	true	4031135	67
701	699	Nature Calls	Master Gegeruju loves naught more than the beauty of raw nature, which is why he cannot stand when a dry, withered leaf mars this beauty. Milord seeks skilled botanists to scour the beaches near Costa del Sol and pluck any brown, unsightly foliage they may find. As always, money is no object.	61	3	1	30	20	1	1	206	206	false	18	85	0	32	80011	131105	true	4	51.0	0	0	219	0	29	5	3999029	110039	true	4031136	67
702	700	Bleeding Them Dry	There is no better customer than an elderly Ul'dahn. Forget what you've heard about the wonders of the afterlife, these well-to-dos seek only to extend their stay in Nald's realm that they might revel in its pleasures. For them, possession is power, money is never an object, and senility sees that they keep coming back for more. Take, for example, Wanderer's Blood. As useless as snake oil, and twice as foul, but its rarity has transformed it into a must-have item here in Costa del Sol. And when there is demand, it is only natural to provide a supply. If you are willing to assist my establishment in gathering the Oschon roselle calyces needed to give the tincture its color, I would be more than happy to give you a cut of my profits.	65	3	1	30	20	1	1	206	206	false	18	85	0	32	80011	131106	true	4	45.0	0	0	219	0	15	5	3999029	110039	true	4031137	67
703	701	Always Right	If I was as rich as some of my patrons, I'd be drinking naught but the finest ales and wines that money could buy. But these Ul'dahns, all they want to do all day is sip on coconut piss. Say it's good for calming the humours, they do. Bah, a man what needs his humours calmed is a man what's not worth living, I say. On the other hand, I run me a business, and what good's a business if it won't see to the demands of its patrons. And so, I suppose I'll keep splitting open island coconuts as long as there's someone to collect them for me.	65	3	1	30	20	1	1	206	206	false	18	85	0	32	80011	131107	true	4	45.0	0	0	219	0	15	5	3999029	110039	true	4031138	67
704	702	A Stash of Herbs	Skyfire Locks is more than a refuge for frightened sheep, adventurer. These folk depend upon House Haillenarte for physicking as well as succor and shelter from dragon fire. It is no niminy-piminy Ul'dahn apothecary we have. We must know whence fresh herbs can be procured should we run low.	135	3	2	35	20	1	1	385	385	false	18	85	0	63	80012	131108	true	4	50.0	0	0	220	0	14	5	3643001	110065	true	4307524	67
705	703	Spear of Heaven	My first captain always said that fortification is protection that kills for us. It has been many a year since she fell, still I remember. These logs will form the perimeter wall, planted deep with sharp ends enshrouded in the glare of mythril. May the wyrms' minions fly low, bank sharp and die screaming.	138	3	2	35	20	1	1	385	385	false	18	85	0	63	80012	131109	true	4	50.0	0	0	220	0	29	5	3643001	110065	true	4307540	67
706	704	Salad Days	The chocobos of House Durendaire must have their fresh bounties of the earth, and for them we grow gysahl greens in fields fed by vetch, sweet clover, and warm brown ale. With so many away fighting the dragons or abed from wounds, we need an extra pair of hands to pull the weeds.	140	3	2	35	20	1	1	385	385	false	18	85	0	63	80012	131110	true	4	50.0	0	0	220	0	15	5	3643001	110065	true	4307556	67
707	705	Catch My Drift	Dear me, it certainly isn't getting any warmer around here. If it were just us we would manage perhaps, but there are Bessy and other animals to consider. We thought perhaps a sweater─but they liked it not. I am told regular firewood is for the dragoons, but it is likely driftwood would do.	127	3	2	35	20	1	1	385	385	false	18	85	0	63	80012	131111	true	4	50.0	0	0	220	0	25	5	3643001	110065	true	4307564	67
708	706	Plague on Both Our Forests	The shadow of the Garlean Empire falls heavy upon my mind, and upon this anvil I have forged strange new ideas. We are to the Garleans as outland as they to us; it may be that against our pests and blights they are as babes. With your help, I will see the forests of Garlemald reduced to rot and powder.	139	3	2	40	20	1	1	402	402	false	18	85	0	63	80012	131112	true	4	69.0	0	0	221	0	14	5	3643492	110066	true	4307593	67
709	707	Straight and Arrow	Much was lost at the Stone Vigil, and we must look to replace what we can and do penance for that which we cannot. Arrowheads pour out of the smithy, the geese go naked, and the fletchers are red-eyed. Still, we must have more─more arrows, and for that, straight branches, light and true.	139	3	2	40	20	1	1	402	402	false	18	85	0	63	80012	131113	true	4	60.0	0	0	221	0	29	5	3643492	110066	true	4307606	67
710	708	This Old Fort	I like not the perimeter walls on Whitebrim Front. The wood is too soft and will not withstand many blows from a living ram of flesh, scales, and fire. Bring me greenwood logs of highland teak─they are too hard to break and too wet to burn, and their pulp is a subtle poison.	139	3	2	40	20	1	1	402	402	false	18	85	0	63	80012	131114	true	4	69.0	0	0	221	0	15	5	3643492	110066	true	4307618	67
711	709	Sign of the Crimes	It befits unbelievers to cower from us in the mountains, for they are as beasts─nay, lower, for they deny that light which makes all shadows fall as one. Yet they are men; they scheme, and signal. You will erase the signs they graved upon tree trunks, whilst we make our own schemes.	126	3	2	40	20	1	1	402	402	false	18	85	0	63	80012	131115	true	4	69.0	0	0	221	0	25	5	3643492	110066	true	4307626	67
712	710	Caught in the Long Grass	A tinker called this dig a Sharlayan marriage: much suffering that culminates in charming offspring and at least one death. It seemed baseless cheek at the time, but... Three naturalists have suffered broken bones this day. They must have tripped on the thick undergrowth; what else could it be?	124	3	3	45	20	1	1	416	416	false	18	85	0	67	80013	131116	true	4	70.0	0	0	222	0	14	5	4258822	110067	true	4306515	67
713	711	Topsy-turvy Time	We the Sons of Saint Coinach are grieved by the mishap in the east dig. The injured swear up and down─beg pardon the choice of words─that they mistook the crystallized ground for the sky. We must build a full scaffolding with rails ere the Allagan glamour claims another casualty or three.	124	3	3	45	20	1	1	416	416	false	18	85	0	67	80013	131117	true	4	70.0	0	0	222	0	29	5	4258822	110067	true	4306518	67
714	712	Wonders Don't Cease, They're Discontinued	All that glitters may not be gold, but it is certainly worth gold, or at least silver. On the shores of Silvertear Lake grows crystallized grass─such a fragile marvel has never been seen, and will no doubt make excellent novelty products to be admired and discarded in a season.	78	3	3	45	20	1	1	416	416	false	18	85	0	67	80013	131118	true	4	80.0	0	0	222	0	15	5	4258822	110067	true	4306521	67
715	713	See How They Shine	Where there is fire, there must be ice. When the sky over Silvertear Falls burned with Garlean airships, a twilight freeze came upon certain parts of Mor Dhona. The trees in these locales are half-crystallized, ever poised between two states. Things half-measured always bear studying─remember that.	64	3	3	45	20	1	1	416	416	false	18	85	0	67	80013	131119	true	4	80.0	0	0	222	0	25	5	4258822	110067	true	4306524	67
716	714	Rubble Bubble	Amajina & Sons Mineral Concern is clearing rubble before repairs are begun to the Eighty Sins of Sasamo, part of its ambitious─some would say hubristic─plans to lay out a villa in the shape of Eorzea herself, a stone's throw from the Gate of the Sultana. Interested Disciples are asked to apply.	70	2	3	1	20	1	1	263	263	false	17	84	0	42	80013	131120	true	4	5.0	0	0	223	0	14	5	3958072	110043	true	4031108	67
717	715	Who Needs the Paperwork	A clerical error described the scarp near the Eighty Sins of Sasamo as “a scar,” and it appears to be easier to gouge the cliff face than it would be to amend the report. Willing miners from the guild are sought to remedy this situation with a little elbow grease.	82	2	3	1	20	1	1	263	263	false	17	84	0	42	80013	131121	true	4	5.0	0	0	223	0	14	5	3958072	110043	true	4031109	67
718	716	The Primrose Path	Amajina & Sons seek large amounts of rich yellow copper ore in readiness of metal pavers to be cast for the footpaths of a new villa. By day, the golden gleam delights the eye; after nightfall, the sun-warmed metal soothes feet chilled by the desert night.	71	2	3	1	20	1	1	263	263	false	17	84	0	42	80013	131122	true	4	5.0	0	0	223	0	29	5	3958072	110043	true	4031110	67
719	717	Miners' Holiday	Copperbell Mines are taking a wee break following an accident─nothing to trouble yourself about!─and the stock of copper ore is lower than we would like. There is a deposit of low-quality copper ore nearby, ready to be worked by miners interested in an easy payday.	72	2	3	1	20	1	1	263	263	false	17	84	0	42	80013	131123	true	4	5.0	0	0	223	0	29	5	3958072	110043	true	4031111	67
720	718	Vanishing Point	The Calamity has left its mark ever so close to the Gate of the Sultana. Ruins of once-gracious homes yet remain, their shattered hulks a brooding reminder of forces beyond our reckoning. Such a reminder is neither healthful nor politic, and we seek industrious Disciples to remove all traces.	70	2	3	5	20	1	1	263	263	false	17	84	0	42	80013	131124	true	4	20.0	0	0	224	0	14	5	3958072	110043	true	4031113	67
721	719	Do They Ore Don't They	A horde of coblyns has been spotted on Hammerlea, singing weird songs and flashing crystals. Old wives' tales tell of coblyns sniffing out seams of ore, and some prospectors swear 'tis so, while others deny it with equal vehemence. Only a rock sample will tell.	74	2	3	5	20	1	1	263	263	false	17	84	0	42	80013	131125	true	4	20.0	0	0	224	0	14	5	3958072	110043	true	4031114	67
722	720	Pipikkuli's Ship Comes In	Rumors race like wildfire from tavern to tavern: Pipikkuli, the penniless rover, has found a deposit of Nashachite, one of the rarest treasures of the land. Uncharacteristically moneyed and now rather inappropriately named, Pipikkuli the Poor is hiring willing miners to excavate the gem.	77	2	3	5	20	1	1	263	263	false	17	84	0	42	80013	131126	true	4	20.0	0	0	224	0	29	5	3958072	110043	true	4031115	67
723	721	I Don't Zinc It's a Coincidence	An Amajina & Sons prospector found a goodly seam of zinc, but the men consider the spot cursed following a spate of minor─trifling, really─accidents involving a honeyed dormouse, bootlace and a pickaxe, in that order. Freethinking Disciples with abstemious habits are sought.	71	2	3	5	20	1	1	263	263	false	17	84	0	42	80013	131127	true	4	20.0	0	0	224	0	15	5	3958072	110043	true	4031117	67
724	722	Break It Up	The past is always with us─rather inconveniently, in the case of an ancient temple cluttering the future site of a reservoir. Skilled hands are needed to dismantle this archaeological treasure. With a bit of luck, it can be sold to some outland museum to offset the cost of its own unbuilding.	78	2	3	10	20	1	1	271	271	false	17	84	0	42	80013	131128	true	4	40.0	0	0	225	0	14	5	2540071	110045	true	4031123	67
725	723	That's Why They Call It Fool's Gold	Pipikkuli the Poor has once again returned to his natural state─a head full of fancy and a pocket full of holes. His intuition tells him that there's gold in Horizon's Edge, but none will listen after eight other intuitions this month failed to yield so much as a brass tack.	77	2	3	10	20	1	1	271	271	false	17	84	0	42	80013	131129	true	4	40.0	0	0	225	0	14	5	2540071	110045	true	4031124	67
726	724	It Peiste to Listen	Aurumheart Aewuld is looking a mite twitchier than usual. The peistes are in molt, and the thought of all that gossamer hide fluttering among the rocks is enough to drive the goldsmith to distraction. “Like warm silk,” he has been overheard murmuring. Make haste, for broken men cannot pay.	79	2	3	10	20	1	1	271	271	false	17	84	0	42	80013	131130	true	4	46.0	0	0	225	0	29	5	2540071	110045	true	4031126	67
727	725	We Do This the Hard Way	Some hard questions are being asked regarding the hardness of the rock as Amajina & Sons prepare to carve an adit from Nophica's Wells straight into Copperbell Mines. If the country rock cannot hold, it may cost lives <i>and</i> limbs─or worse yet, prove a disprofit to the bottom line.	73	2	3	10	20	1	1	271	271	false	17	84	0	42	80013	131131	true	4	40.0	0	0	225	0	25	5	2540071	110045	true	4031127	67
728	726	A Man's Gotta Dream	They say myths are the world's dreams and dreams are one man's myths. When Pipikkuli dreams, he speaks the fable we know by heart─of a common man with uncommon fate, of lonely pursuits that are never in vain. Seek you his mythril, for believe we all must that there is more truth in myth than lies.	77	2	3	15	20	1	1	300	300	false	17	84	0	44	80013	131132	true	4	40.0	0	0	226	0	14	5	2540213	110046	true	4031128	67
729	727	Earth Sprites Are Easy	Sprite-based products enjoy a healthy following, and never more so than since the Calamity. Rocks from areas favored by earth sprites are popular as “companion cobbles,” oversized amulets of a sort. Delivery may be made to the accounting department of Amajina & Sons, care of Shushunen Bubunen.	78	2	3	15	20	1	1	300	300	false	17	84	0	44	80013	131133	true	4	40.0	0	0	226	0	29	5	2540213	110046	true	4031129	67
730	728	Eiderdown for Eidolons	They say the dead sleep well in the lichyard of Saint Adama Landama, with earth below and tombstone above. It is one of the duties of the church to keep the ground consecrated and new stones on the ready, for if the sleepers should wake, none shall hear again the bells of Saint Adama Landama.	80	2	3	15	20	1	1	300	300	false	17	84	0	44	80013	131134	true	4	40.0	0	0	226	0	29	5	2540213	110046	true	4031130	67
731	729	The Doom that Came to Belah'dia	It draws breath still, the Invisible City, though the time of Belah'dia is long past. Do you not hear the stones that shroud the ruins, hear them turning? Click-click-click like a restless dog pacing its master's chamber floor. Bring them away, I beg you, thin the herd. The power, it grows.	81	2	3	15	20	1	1	300	300	false	17	84	0	44	80013	131135	true	4	46.0	0	0	226	0	25	5	2540213	110046	true	4031133	67
732	730	Look How They Shine for You	Pipikkuli, Pipikkuli. From rags to riches, and always rags again. They call him a rolling stone, a wandering fool─and sometimes, the diviner of metals. His latest reverie has him convinced of gold sands in the river, in the southern Twelveswood. Go and seek his fortune.	77	2	2	20	20	1	1	129	129	false	17	84	0	56	80012	131136	true	4	46.0	0	0	227	0	14	5	2257020	110040	true	4031100	67
733	731	Elemental Housekeeping	Of overground traces of Gelmorra, few remain to disturb the order of the forest, yet occasional ruins are still found that must needs be removed. What is under the forest floor may stay, but our laws decree that no stone of Gelmorra mar the home of the elementals.	38	2	2	20	20	1	1	129	129	false	17	84	0	56	80012	131137	true	4	46.0	0	0	227	0	29	5	2257020	110040	true	4031101	67
734	732	Location, Location, Location	For half a thousand years, the ruins of Gelmorra have served as a necropolis, but the Calamity has Gridanians eyeing the underground city and murmuring about a new kind of curb appeal─curbing the chances of being flattened by a meteor, to be exact. Large slabs are sought for a little renovation.	43	2	2	20	20	1	1	129	129	false	17	84	0	56	80012	131138	true	4	40.0	0	0	227	0	29	5	2257020	110040	true	4031102	67
735	733	Rock My Wall	I've a notion to have a proper stone wall around the place. Brick is a handsome enough material, but if I had my druthers─and you know I always do─nothing strikes me as spruce as a wall of good, flat stones. I'm told you can find me a goodly supply at a favorable price?	31	2	2	20	20	1	1	129	129	false	17	84	0	56	80012	131139	true	4	40.0	0	0	227	0	15	5	2257020	110040	true	4031103	67
736	734	Fool Me Twice	You sometimes wonder about Pipikkuli. Where is he from? What does he do with his occasional windfall? Is he in fact feigning witlessness? With these and other doubts swirling in your mind, you accept his latest entreaty─to dig for buried treasures in the Twelveswood.	77	2	2	25	20	1	1	129	129	false	17	84	0	56	80012	131140	true	4	40.0	0	0	228	0	14	5	2257020	110041	true	4031104	67
737	735	Can't Start a Fire	In one of the lesser effects of the Calamity, the flint quarry in the Twelveswood has been devastated, the hard stone exploded to shards by the heat. For breweries as large as the one in the Mun-Tuy Cellars, with dozens of flintlock burners, the lack has grown too toilsome to ignore.	75	2	2	25	20	1	1	129	129	false	17	84	0	56	80012	131141	true	4	46.0	0	0	228	0	29	5	2257020	110041	true	4031105	67
738	736	Tag, You're It	Some Duskwight has stolen up to the fortification of Quarrymill and scratched remarks most uncalled for upon it. They must be removed forthwith, before the mischief can be witnessed by those who would be grieved, or worse yet, amused by the nonsense. What the words signify is not for you to know.	38	2	2	25	20	1	1	129	129	false	17	84	0	56	80012	131142	true	4	40.0	0	0	228	0	15	5	2257020	110041	true	4031106	67
739	737	Baby, Light My Way	Darker are the nights in Quarrymill since the Calamity, without the great lanterns to swaddle the pine-pitch flames within their granite folds. The Wood Wailers would pay a fair price for quality stone, for gil saved in poultices for twisted ankles alone would pay for it.	35	2	2	25	20	1	1	129	129	false	17	84	0	56	80012	131143	true	4	40.0	0	0	228	0	15	5	2257020	110041	true	4031107	67
740	738	I Kidd You Not	Not all of Pipikkuli's fevered notions arise from the depth of sleep─or the depth of a wine flagon, as some less charitable souls would insist─but from the vaporing of braggarts and broken men. Which was it that told him of the pirate treasures of eastern La Noscea? Only the gods can tell.	77	2	1	30	20	1	1	206	206	false	17	84	0	32	80011	131144	true	4	45.0	0	0	229	0	14	5	3999029	110042	true	4031139	67
741	739	That's What the Money Is For	Contrary to popular belief, war is more often won with gil rather than will. Gil buys concessions for iron ore and pays miners. Will, though a fine thing, is a metal untested in most who profess to have it in abundance. Not persuaded? I care not. Just deliver the ore and collect your payment.	63	2	1	30	20	1	1	206	206	false	17	84	0	32	80011	131145	true	4	45.0	0	0	229	0	29	5	3999029	110042	true	4031140	67
742	740	The Midden Fair	Every day is an umbral era for scholars without tenure, and Marcette is no exception. The embattled naturalist requires shells from an ancient mount to prove a theory, one which she explained to you at great length. It will not be on the final exam, but 'twas unkind of you not to listen.	74	2	1	30	20	1	1	206	206	false	17	84	0	32	80011	131146	true	4	51.0	0	0	229	0	15	5	3999029	110042	true	4031141	67
743	741	Shell Game	Oh, what to-dos and boo-hoos! Master Gegeruju must have his fun. Moraby oysters, at this time of the year! Oh, they all titter and glitter, but would any in the household actually harvest the little slimers? No, oh no. Just me, with my bad back and my heavy purse to bid you to do this thing!	61	2	1	30	20	1	1	206	206	false	17	84	0	32	80011	131147	true	4	45.0	0	0	229	0	15	5	3999029	110042	true	4031142	67
744	742	Rocks for Brains	Should all else fail, Skyfire Locks will become the last stronghold of the Ishgardian way of life, an ark in the fiery sea of dragons. It is therefore imperative that we must have our own quarry, for it may be that the duty of rebuilding the world falls to us. Ours is a lonely road, adventurer.	135	2	2	35	20	1	1	385	385	false	17	84	0	63	80012	131148	true	4	50.0	0	0	230	0	14	5	3643001	110068	true	4306766	67
745	743	There Are No Good Answers	The special inquisitors' office of the Holy See bids me deliver a new kind of building material─blocks of compressed snow. Curious. They have a fine new icehouse of stone, and even dragoons would find it bitter cold in a chamber of snow. What would the Holy See store in such a place?	122	2	2	35	20	1	1	385	385	false	17	84	0	63	80012	131149	true	4	50.0	0	0	230	0	29	5	3643001	110068	true	4306790	67
746	744	Eye for an Eye	The astroscope they called the Lazy Eye surveys the heavens at last, and great is the joy of the astrologians. Alas, the Observatorium has amassed many an artisan in the making of the great lens, and time lies heavy on their hands. The answer is clear: we must make another, even greater lens.	136	2	2	35	20	1	1	385	385	false	17	84	0	63	80012	131150	true	4	50.0	0	0	230	0	15	5	3643001	110068	true	4307358	67
747	745	Mythril Madness	The astrologians of the Observatorium enjoy foraging for rare blue mythril, for there are few enough distractions in this life. One returned from a cave he innocently called “aglow with the light of the Deep.” I shut him in the cellar before he could cause merry mayhem. Ascertain the truth of this, and quickly.	136	2	2	35	20	1	1	385	385	false	17	84	0	63	80012	131151	true	4	57.0	0	0	230	0	25	5	3643001	110068	true	4307391	67
748	746	Nature Is a Monster	In the highlands the Snowcloak grows ever thicker, playing the miser with water for central Coerthas and grinding brush, trees, even a hunting cabin to splinters with its icy bulk. It fattens itself on the cold like a living thing; we must know what it is─an ice cliff still, or a cloudkin.	137	2	2	40	20	1	1	402	402	false	17	84	0	63	80012	131152	true	4	60.0	0	0	231	0	14	5	3643492	110069	true	4307652	67
749	747	Brother in Arms	House Fortemps owes the wyrms a debt of fire. A dragoon I loved well, the first among us, fell at the Stone Vigil. We buried him in armor; there was no separating him from it. This cannon we forge from steel and tears─it will bear his name so that he may fight alongside us again.	138	2	2	40	20	1	1	402	402	false	17	84	0	63	80012	131153	true	4	60.0	0	0	231	0	29	5	3643492	110069	true	4307657	67
750	748	Breach and Build	It is not a question of if we retake the Stone Vigil, but when. As such, we must consider the repairs to be made. The outer defenses we will breach here and here. These will need to be rebuilt in stone, and the sooner began the better. We shall mortar them with the blood of our dead if necessary.	139	2	2	40	20	1	1	402	402	false	17	84	0	63	80012	131154	true	4	60.0	0	0	231	0	15	5	3643492	110069	true	4307671	67
751	749	Not Losing Our Heads This Time	The Stone Vigil will be won by solving deadly puzzles we could not at the last battle. One such cipher is how to send runners and supplies while dodging the wyverns' barbed tails and fiery breaths. The answer is that we do not dodge, we dig. Study the earth well, for we mean to sink our trenches deep.	139	2	2	40	20	1	1	402	402	false	17	84	0	63	80012	131155	true	4	69.0	0	0	231	0	25	5	3643492	110069	true	4307679	67
752	750	Metal Has No Master	I need no god to mete out unto me what is fit to be mine. Over the sorry earth of Mor Dhona lies scattered the wreck of the Garlean fleet. A feather that floats in the wind will float in the waves. You fear the Holy See's displeasure? Fear mine, if you do not bring me the outland alloy.	63	2	3	45	20	1	1	416	416	false	17	84	0	67	80013	131156	true	4	70.0	0	0	232	0	14	5	4258822	110070	true	4306530	67
753	751	Crystal Mess	The dig at Silvertear Falls has reached a new phase, and we are ready to excavate the fill from what we believe to be either a chocobo burial or the site of a grand feast. The workers, however, refuse─no, nothing so rude, it would be more apt to say they decline─to remove the crystals that have sprung up overnight atop the ditch.	124	2	3	45	20	1	1	416	416	false	17	84	0	67	80013	131157	true	4	70.0	0	0	232	0	29	5	4258822	110070	true	4306532	67
754	752	Sucker Seer	Through many a tavern door─and at least one window, by all accounts─has Pipikkuli been ushered out without ceremony for his wild tales of crystallized treasures in Mor Dhona. Yet, if the rumors about the mad goings-on at Saint Coinach's Find be true, his words are no wind.	77	2	3	45	20	1	1	416	416	false	17	84	0	67	80013	131158	true	4	80.0	0	0	232	0	15	5	4258822	110070	true	4306536	67
755	753	Hybrid Hypotheses	Between two states of things lie answers. The change that came over Mor Dhona─was it an accident of magicks, man, or both? Are things made crystalline frozen in time, as some say? These trees are chimeras, sturdy mules that shall carry these weighty questions on a long journey to the truth.	64	2	3	45	20	1	1	416	416	false	17	84	0	67	80013	131159	true	4	80.0	0	0	232	0	25	5	4258822	110070	true	4306538	67
756	754	Adventurers' Relish	Lominsan anchovies─delicious! What you do is, pack 'em in a pot of salt for a few weeks, craven style─no head or guts, haha! Soak 'em, take out the bones, and pestle with butter and bread crumbs. And spices, of course! Two kinds of pepper, and I like a bit o' cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger.	141	4	1	1	0	1	0	27	27	false	19	86	0	27	80011	917985	true	0	1.0	728	10	184	0	42	5	4258956	110073	true	0	14
757	755	Soup to Guts	People call Merlthor gobies a trash fish not fit for the pot. I say all that bottom-feeding gives 'em a nice, grounded flavor. They're mighty fine baked, and I've made some real nice goby stock, simmered in white wine with a touch o' garlic. Makes a beautiful risotto!	141	4	1	1	0	1	0	27	27	false	19	86	0	27	80011	917986	true	0	1.0	728	10	184	0	42	5	4258956	110073	true	0	14
758	756	A Kelping Hand	I had a dish of beans from a street stall the other day. Exquisite! Tender as honey in sachets of silk. The cook showed me how she boils them, with a strip of malm kelp among the bubbling beans. She said she learnt it from her mother, who was an adventurer from the eastern lands. Must try that!	141	4	1	1	0	1	0	27	27	false	19	86	0	27	80011	917987	true	0	1.0	860	10	184	0	42	5	4258956	110073	true	0	14
759	757	Poor Boys Eat Well	Nothing beats finger shrimp for a wastrel's wedge. I like to season 'em with garlic and red spices before I deep-fry 'em. Buttermilk and millioncorn flour batter, of course. And I rub the wedges o' bread with a bit of lemon and mustard before piling on the shrimp and dill. Not too much o' the green!	141	4	1	1	0	1	0	27	27	false	19	86	0	27	80011	917988	true	0	1.0	860	10	184	0	42	5	4258956	110073	true	0	14
760	758	Cloud Cutlet	Ocean clouds are tricky things to cook. It's all about how mature they are. A fry can't take any real cooking, but pop a handful in a soup tureen and it makes all the fish and clams in there sing. And a plate of full-grown clouds deep-fried in tea oil? Like eating a summer day. Exquisite!	141	4	1	5	0	1	0	27	27	false	19	86	0	27	80011	917989	true	0	1.0	2106	50	185	0	42	5	4258956	110074	true	0	14
761	759	They Taste Just as Pretty	Everybody knows what a coral butterfly looks like, but not many know the taste. First things first, cut all the stingers off. I like to keep it simple with this one, so people can appreciate the flavor─floured and fried, maybe with some nice string yams on the side.	141	4	1	5	0	1	0	27	27	false	19	86	0	27	80011	917990	true	0	1.0	2514	50	185	0	42	5	4258956	110074	true	0	14
762	760	Yummy in the Tummy	Ahhh, sea cukes. You've had my pork belly and sea cukes, haven't you? Takes time and care, but simple enough. Most people forget to scrape out the cukes─that's bad. Make sure to boil the cukes and blanch the pork─separately, of course. Then you fry them together, and simmer in sauce. Delicious!	141	4	1	5	0	1	0	27	27	false	19	86	0	27	80011	917991	true	0	1.0	1137	50	204	0	30	5	4258956	110074	true	0	14
763	761	Splendor in the Glass	I don't rest easy unless my pickle cellar's full; there's only a few dozen demijohns of herring left. Lampworkers' herring, we call it─cured in brine instead of salt, then layered with lemon and red onion slices and sealed with spiced wine vinegar. Very nice, you could eat it every day.	141	4	1	5	0	1	0	27	27	false	19	86	0	27	80011	917992	true	0	1.0	1137	50	204	0	30	5	4258956	110074	true	0	14
764	762	Fish by Many Other Names	Anything you see being sold as “bay trout” or “flatfish” in these parts is the Moraby flounder. Also, “La Noscean sole,” “summer dab,” “dock brill,” “cockeyed corsair,” and any number of other things. The fish of the people, you might say, and one that never lacks for demand.	142	4	1	10	0	1	0	218	218	false	19	86	0	33	80011	917993	true	0	1.0	4044	100	186	0	42	5	4258097	110076	true	0	14
765	763	Just Add Water	Old women jest that tiger cod is like first love: better dried and salted than fresh. A great many things have been thus compared to the first tenderness of the heart, but surely this is one of the best─snowy flakes of delicate sea-flesh, merely awaiting a soak to come alive again.	142	4	1	10	0	1	0	218	218	false	19	86	0	33	80011	917994	true	0	1.0	7744	100	186	0	42	5	4258097	110076	true	0	14
766	764	Brain Candy	Foods too rich for other palates are often those most sought out by the Qiqirn. Pebble crabs have unusually large brains─best not to reflect too deeply upon what that means─and the Qiqirn bite into them like ripe plums after supping heartily on the rest of the shellfish.	142	4	1	10	0	1	0	218	218	false	19	86	0	33	80011	917995	true	0	1.0	2410	100	205	0	30	5	4258097	110076	true	0	14
767	765	The Fertile Incandescent	The lands are lean near the sea, and every few seasons, custom calls for the fields to be feasted. Called “silvering the soil,” the field is covered in harbor herring through the night so that sunrise finds it too bright to look upon. The fish are plowed under by noon, and rich grows the soil.	142	4	1	10	0	1	0	218	218	false	19	86	0	33	80011	917996	true	0	1.0	2022	100	205	0	30	5	4258097	110076	true	0	14
768	766	My Own Private Shell	Ain't life funny? Here I am still on the beach, searchin' fer shells. I've got me a trade now, though, and 'tain't pretties I need today but oysters what taverns can stew up in great cauldrons, or serve fresh on th' shell with salt an' whisky. I surely wouldn't touch that, but I like me a stew!	143	4	1	15	0	1	0	223	223	false	19	86	0	33	80011	917997	true	0	1.0	8454	150	187	0	42	5	4258112	110077	true	0	14
769	767	The Deepest Cut	Good eatin', razor clams, but they sure are sharp! I sliced me feet up something bad once. Didn't go home till the cut stopped bleedin' on account of I was afraid of a strappin'. But of course, Da beat me for bein' late with water for his stills. At least the clam didn't mean no harm.	143	4	1	15	0	1	0	223	223	false	19	86	0	33	80011	917998	true	0	1.0	12218	150	187	0	42	5	4258112	110077	true	0	14
770	768	The Moral of the Coral	It sure is nice being able to help! Got me an order from a customer what runs a fancy store in town. They got crystal doorknobs, doesn't that just take the cake? She's real nice, always got a cuppa for me like I was a proper lady. She says everything fancy comes from somethin' plain.	143	4	1	15	0	1	0	223	223	false	19	86	0	33	80011	917999	true	0	1.0	3872	150	206	0	30	5	4258112	110077	true	0	14
771	769	Crab Life by the Horns	I went by an alchemist's an' jus' introduced meself, asked him can I do you some nice oysters or somethin' like that? Bold as paint, though I tell ya, my knees were shakin' something fierce! An' he says he needs hisself helmet crabs. Can you believe it? I got me a new customer!	143	4	1	15	0	1	0	223	223	false	19	86	0	33	80011	918000	true	0	1.0	4057	150	206	0	30	5	4258112	110077	true	0	14
772	770	Sounds Fishy to Me	They keep fish as ornaments, did you know about this? It's absolutely mad, the habits of these Lominsans. Who wants that high stink in their home, is what I was thinking, and well, it turns out the fish are supposed to be alive. Well! I'm a hunter, not a trapper, thank you very much.	144	4	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	19	86	0	56	80012	918001	true	0	1.0	12218	200	188	0	42	5	4258347	110071	true	0	14
773	771	The Long and the Shortcrust	You know the only good fish to eat? Eels. I absolutely adore eel pie─it's as good as anything you'll find on land. The only thing wrong with them is that before they're chopped up and put in pies they look─yes, they do, they really do─like snakes. I'd much rather you caught them.	144	4	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	19	86	0	56	80012	918002	true	0	1.0	18524	200	188	0	42	5	4258347	110071	true	0	14
774	772	Food Chain Reaction	I thought a fish farm might be a good idea, but surprise, surprise, there was something I didn't know. The faerie bass I put in─the entire flock or lesson or whatever you call them─are eating the anchovies. I need you to just fish out the bass and not the other kind, the whatsits.	144	4	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	19	86	0	56	80012	918003	true	0	1.0	6109	200	207	0	30	5	4258347	110071	true	0	14
775	773	Blind Ambition	Can you believe the nerve, this goblin fisherman said I wouldn't be able to outfish him even if he were blindfolded! Well, I took the bet, of course! We Keepers of the Moon do not take insults lying down, especially if they're true! Since he won't be able to see a thing, you can prove him wrong.	144	4	2	20	0	1	0	129	129	false	19	86	0	56	80012	918004	true	0	1.0	6109	200	207	0	30	5	4258347	110071	true	0	14
776	774	A Shocking Soiree	I don't see how they can snicker at Ul'dahns considering what passes for amusement in Limsa. Did you know about these parties where people hold electric eels whilst clasping hands? They call them fish fries, haha. Anyway, that fad's done, and the fish are a rank nuisance back in the wild.	144	4	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	19	86	0	56	80012	918005	true	0	1.0	22066	250	189	0	42	5	4258347	110072	true	0	14
777	775	A Watery Web of Lies	I've an old friend visiting, and─this is really embarrassing─she thinks I'm a first-rate fisherman, living large in the shining city on the sea. Well, I can't very well disappoint her, I'm her hero! Catch me a few fat salmons so she won't have her heart broken into a thousand pieces.	144	4	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	19	86	0	56	80012	918006	true	0	1.0	29450	250	189	0	42	5	4258347	110072	true	0	14
778	776	Fishing 101	You know, I figured out that my life would be so much easier if I could actually fish well. I'd be able to stop all this fibbing, for one. There's no substitute for practice, so I guess you can tell everyone Daca Jinjahl's gone fishin'! Oh, could you get me a few dark bass so I can make bait?	144	4	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	19	86	0	56	80012	918007	true	0	1.0	9262	250	208	0	30	5	4258347	110072	true	0	14
779	777	The Truth Will Set You Free	I was at the Sanctum of the Twelve, and ended up confessing all─that I'd been hiring adventurers to catch my fish for me. It's utterly mad, but it felt so good to come clean. I mean, she was a gardener not a cleric, but still. And she wants me to find ornamentals for their pond. An honest job!	144	4	2	25	0	1	0	129	129	false	19	86	0	56	80012	918008	true	0	1.0	9885	250	208	0	30	5	4258347	110072	true	0	14
780	778	A Recipe for Disaster	I am in the employ of Master Gegeruju. You've no doubt heard of his business successes and personal...excesses. A certain young person has become a fixture on his arm of late, and this special friend has it in her rather untenanted mind to cook for him. I have been tasked with procuring ingredients.	145	4	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	19	86	0	32	80011	918009	true	0	1.0	31098	300	190	0	42	5	4258923	110075	true	0	14
781	779	Just Call Me Late for Dinner	Master Gegeruju's new favorite is less of a culinarian than was advertised. The amount of food she has rendered inedible is as remarkable as the diversity of their manner of destruction. Still, the show must go on─herring this time. They are slated to die a vinegary death in a marinade attempt.	145	4	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	19	86	0	32	80011	918010	true	0	1.0	30282	300	190	0	42	5	4258923	110075	true	0	14
782	780	Kitchen Nightmares No More	Well, I cannot deny that there is great relief among the household. The young person will not set foot in the kitchen again, and we shall finally see breakfast, lunch, and dinner on the table rather than charred onto pans and plastered on the ceiling. A celebration is in order, I believe.	145	4	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	19	86	0	32	80011	918011	true	0	1.0	14725	300	209	0	30	5	4258923	110075	true	0	14
783	781	The Blue Period	If she cannot have the kitchen, Master Gegeruju's special friend must have her atelier. A sultana's ransom in paint and canvas is a small price to pay, and on that, the entire household is in agreement. However, pigment-yielding sea pickles being plenteous, some small economizing is in order.	145	4	1	30	0	1	0	206	206	false	19	86	0	32	80011	918012	true	0	1.0	14725	300	209	0	30	5	4258923	110075	true	0	14
784	782	The Perks of Politics	Of late, the Observatorium has been playing host to an increasing number of visitors from the Holy See. While puzzled by these inspection tours that see little and hear much, the astrologians are pleased to have the coin for meals that nourish rather than punish. The fish course is yours to purvey.	146	4	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	19	86	0	63	80012	918013	true	0	1.0	39900	350	191	0	42	5	4258781	110078	true	0	14
785	783	Hands off Our Fish	When the moon waxes full, troutflesh grows sweet. Alas, raccoons know this as well as any fisherman, and they will have their clever paws in the water. The Twelve surely meant crimson trout to pass from this life gazing cross-eyed upon our hooks, not the bewhiskered snouts of those washers of sin.	146	4	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	19	86	0	63	80012	918014	true	0	1.0	53414	350	191	0	42	5	4258781	110078	true	0	14
786	784	Fry Me a River	It is the annual custom of the Confraternity of Fisherfolk to release fry into those waters where we make our livelihood, to give where we have taken. Alas, an unaccountable surge in the number of giant bass threatens our precious babes. Cull the aggressors with all the fury of a mother roused.	146	4	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	19	86	0	63	80012	918015	true	0	1.0	21057	350	210	0	30	5	4258781	110078	true	0	14
787	785	Gathering Light	Glass is the lesser of the lenses used by the astrologians. The other resides in the mind─a poor thing in most men, too cracked and flawed to see much that is not murky. The few with the gift enter the Observatorium, and with the essence of marimo is that phrenic lens ground and furbished.	146	4	2	35	0	1	0	385	385	false	19	86	0	63	80012	918016	true	0	1.0	19950	350	210	0	30	5	4258781	110078	true	0	14
788	786	Empire Builder	Before the Calamity, the lakes were as a metropolis teeming with fish noble and common, its streets paved with gold. But the chill has made hamlets of these cities and I toil to fill the void, releasing fry fit for colder climes. See if the bronze trout have taken; I dare not hope.	147	4	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	19	86	0	63	80012	918017	true	0	1.0	54214	400	192	0	42	5	4258782	110079	true	0	14
789	787	Laird of the Lakes	I was but a simple fisher before the Calamity, content to let nature provide for me. But in changing times, only changemakers may flourish, or indeed survive. I am become the keeper of these waters; I know the needs of each lake I seed. It is time to cull the pikes─they grow overlarge.	147	4	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	19	86	0	63	80012	918018	true	0	1.0	65144	400	192	0	42	5	4258782	110079	true	0	14
790	788	Make a Fish	It is a curious fact that some fish may live in waters salty and fresh. The Lominsan smelt I seeded here in the highland lake have thriven, and folk scarce remember that the Abalathian smelt sprang from the mind of Louviaune. They have spawned well again, and we may expect an excellent haul.	147	4	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	19	86	0	63	80012	918019	true	0	1.0	26707	400	211	0	30	5	4258782	110079	true	0	14
791	789	Rationally Speaking	Having heard of House Durendaire's keen interest in higher-quality rations, I offered samples fit for the needs of their dragoons, and was rewarded with an order for the salt-dried golden loach. I will ready the sacks of salt and the vasty vats whilst you go catch a goodly haul.	147	4	2	40	0	1	0	402	402	false	19	86	0	63	80012	918020	true	0	1.0	26707	400	211	0	30	5	4258782	110079	true	0	14
792	790	Putting the Zap on Nature	Certain electrical phenomena─phenomena of a rather distressing nature─suggest that the Allagan Empire may have created electric fish. Just think! They may have originated magitek, and reshaped living creatures to their own ends. Only a highly invasive study will reveal the truth.	148	4	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	19	86	0	67	80013	918021	true	0	1.0	71040	450	193	0	42	5	4258842	110080	true	0	14
793	791	Awash in Evidence	The midden heap from the dig has produced much fishbone, the reconstruction of which suggests a bass. If life in the lake has changed so little over the centuries, Silvertear could well be the mythical “Bathtub of the Twelve.” We must compare the bones to a modern bass, looking well before we leap.	148	4	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	19	86	0	67	80013	918022	true	0	1.0	71040	450	193	0	42	5	4258842	110080	true	0	14
794	792	Snail Fail	A visiting naturalist has a taste for the ignus snail, curiously enough. Nobody else can abide the Amalj'aa delicacy─in fact, nobody else can digest it─but he makes a quick and noisy meal out of them, creating a shell mound for future naturalists to draw erroneous conclusions from.	148	4	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	19	86	0	67	80013	918023	true	0	1.0	32572	450	212	0	30	5	4258842	110080	true	0	14
795	793	Sleeper Creeper	A bloodcurdling scream or two in the night is business as usual for us at Saint Coinach's Find, but a whole cacophony of them needs quieting. These nocturnal visits from sludgeskippers from the lake must end. Dank it may be, but a naturalist's bed is no place for amphibious fish.	148	4	3	45	0	1	0	416	416	false	19	86	0	67	80013	918024	true	0	1.0	32572	450	212	0	30	5	4258842	110080	true	0	14
796	794	Don't Touch Our Stuff	A cowardly attack was made on a supply party en route to the Moraby Drydocks. The way of these lesser beings is to impel the party to discard cargo in order to remove the wounded to safety. In the name of the Maelstrom, find and protect these supplies from any creature foolish enough to desire what is ours.	98	16	1	20	20	1	0	337	337	false	34	102	0	31	80011	196619	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	36	3	4103304	110048	true	4178179	14
797	795	Victory Is Mine, Not Yours	The Serpent Reavers sail this very moment towards the Moraby shipyard, intent on besmirching the honor of a maiden most fair. The <i>Victory</i> slumbers in her drydock, still but half a ship. In the name of the Maelstrom, you are hereby bid to intercept the piratical fleet and speak to them─in tongues of fire.	98	16	1	20	5	1	0	337	337	false	34	102	0	31	80011	196620	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	21	3	4103304	110048	true	4167151	14
798	796	The Creeps from Work	Undead souls have been sighted about the Moraby Drydocks, and when such a contagion is to be found around shipbuilders or childing matrons, great perturbation is sure to follow. In the name of the Maelstrom, we petition you to find and slay these creatures, whatever the beastkin guises they wear.\n\n(Begin by surprising a lightning sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	98	16	1	20	20	1	0	337	337	false	34	102	0	31	80011	196621	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	34	3	4103304	110048	true	4167150	14
799	797	Throw the Book at Him	The goblin Wormwix Scribbletalk, wanted for trafficking in forbidden tomes, has arrived in Vylbrand. There is every sign that he has upon his person another of his terrible tomes, the loathsome leaves of which hold a voidsent. Allow not the creature to slip its bonds, nor the miscreant to escape your justice.	99	16	1	20	20	1	0	337	337	false	34	102	0	31	80011	196622	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	22	3	4103304	110048	true	4164750	14
800	798	Burn It Down	A bonfire burns in the woods this day, and burn it must until the coblyns' unspeakable harvest is reduced to ashes as fine as snuff and pale as morning prayer. The Black Boars would stay to guard the flames, but an urgent hunt calls us away. We petition you to keep alive the flame, no matter who─or what─comes to douse it.	103	17	2	20	20	1	0	107	107	false	34	103	0	55	80012	196623	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	36	3	4103445	110051	true	3258960	14
801	799	A Little Constructive Exorcism	New defensive positions are planned to counter the Garlean impingement on the Twelveswood. The Blue Badgers, the engineers of the Order of the Twin Adder, march for the site to begin erecting the fortifications. Precede them there and slay the creatures who would surely prove a nuisance to the brave Badgers' noble endeavor.	104	17	2	20	5	1	0	107	107	false	34	103	0	55	80012	196624	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	21	3	4103445	110051	true	3251859	14
802	800	Mortal Munchies	A supply party has come under imp attack and its precious cargo of food stolen. The foul creatures transformed themselves into beastkin and vanished among the trees ere a chase could be given. You are bid to find them and settle this matter.\n\n(Begin by surprising a wind sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	103	17	2	20	20	1	0	107	107	false	34	103	0	55	80012	196625	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	34	3	4103445	110051	true	3258961	14
803	801	She's So Mean	We need hardly recite the crimes of Lefquene the Mystic, whose power within the Lambs of Dalamud has grown with every act of mayhem perpetrated against all of Eorzea. Yet power draws envy and fear; someone close to Lefquene whispers to us of her presence in Nine Ivies. Beware the demons under her sway; plant the blade deep.	105	17	2	20	20	1	0	107	107	false	34	103	0	55	80012	196626	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	22	3	4103445	110051	true	4164730	14
804	802	A Cold-blooded Business	The Amalj'aa have attacked another caravan carrying supplies for the Immortal Flames. Much of what was lost is mere trifle, but the urn destined for our arcanists must not be fouled. The lizardmen try our patience; let them make sable-brushes of their bodies as they crawl home, painting a red tale of caution for others.	107	18	3	20	20	1	0	300	300	false	34	104	0	44	80013	196627	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	36	3	4103464	110054	true	3446733	14
805	803	Watch Me If You Can	The Amalj'aa grow ever bolder and their antics threaten the trade routes of eastern Thanalan. The Ala Mhigan Brigade will garrison by the oasis, but we shall need a diversion while we entrench. Stage a gaudy demon hunt, that you may draw the lizards' attention to the other side of the ridge and allay their suspicion.	108	18	3	20	5	1	0	300	300	false	34	104	0	44	80013	196628	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	21	3	4103464	110054	true	3446703	14
806	804	Blood in the Water	There are shape-shifters about, maddening the wild beasts among whom they travel. Caravans have seen screaming sheep, wool dripping crimson and horns crusted black, reel into oases to foul the water with their corruption. Root out the shapeshifters and afford them neither ruth nor rage.\n\n(Begin by surprising an earth sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	109	18	3	20	20	1	0	300	300	false	34	104	0	44	80013	196629	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	34	3	4103464	110054	true	3446726	14
807	805	The Burning Reason	One of our desert snakes brings news of Mamanzo the Charred, he who literally burns to serve the primal Ifrit. His devotion is more than deliration to be abhorred; we fear that his acts of self-immolation will prove a contagion that brings other thaumaturges under Ifrit's thrall. Suffer not this marked one to live.	110	18	3	20	20	1	0	300	300	false	34	104	0	44	80013	196630	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	22	3	4103464	110054	true	4164765	14
808	806	Of Mice and Demons	We the Knights of the Barracuda are taking command of Oschon's Torch to bolster the defenses of the Moraby Drydocks. Supply missions to the garrison there have been attacked one too many times, no doubt at the instigation of Qiqirn brigands who then make off with unguarded cargo. Fiend or footpad, dispatch all foes.	98	16	1	25	20	1	0	337	337	false	34	102	0	31	80011	196631	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	36	3	4103304	110049	true	4178181	14
809	807	Wrong and Rite	A group of Sahagin has come ashore in the cover of night, and a fell ritual is underway as we speak among the tall grass of Idle Hearts. We fear they mean to strike the aetheryte at the Moraby Drydocks by employing earth magicks. In the name of the Maelstrom, end these meddlers and bury their shells where they fall.	100	16	1	25	5	1	0	337	337	false	34	102	0	31	80011	196632	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	21	3	4103304	110049	true	4167152	14
810	808	Double Dose of Impin'	Imps in the guise of beastkin are playing havoc with sentries. It is a matter of time before they are befuddled into doing harm to each other. In the name of the Maelstrom, you are bid to find these servants of malice and dispatch them.\n\n(Begin by surprising a lightning sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	98	16	1	25	20	1	0	337	337	false	34	102	0	31	80011	196633	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	34	3	4103304	110049	true	4167151	14
811	809	You're a Liar, Mansel Black	Twin-tongued Mansel, the dark thaumaturge of the Lambs of Dalamud, has finally surfaced. He has no doubt suffered privations during these months on the run; malice fattens upon lean times, they say. Tread carefully and strike surely, for fat or lean, there is no ferity greater than that of a cornered beast.	99	16	1	25	20	1	0	337	337	false	34	102	0	31	80011	196634	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	22	3	4103304	110049	true	4164750	14
812	810	Go with the Flow	Some deride us as the Candy Company, so false a color under which we sail. Under the guise of making maple syrup, we drain poison from a cult's secret copse of death apples. Success is nigh, but a swarm of bees has been dispatched to reclaim the hellish honey. Stand with us to defend the sap auger and slay every bee.	103	17	2	25	20	1	0	107	107	false	34	103	0	55	80012	196635	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	36	3	4103445	110052	true	3258962	14
813	811	Sylph Strands	Sylphs under the thrall of the primal Ramuh are raising a new fort, using brute strength to squeeze out sylphs friendly to us. Neither the intimidation nor the structure must be allowed to stand. Your prowess as a slayer of sylphs precedes you. We petition you to go in our stead and do this bloody yet righteous deed.	105	17	2	25	5	1	0	107	107	false	34	103	0	55	80012	196636	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	21	3	4103445	110052	true	3258960	14
814	812	Blinded by the Wight	Nighttime patrols have proven hazardous of late, with many returning to camp hours─sometimes days─later with tales of snow-white hinds, roads that wind like curls of wood, and faithless constellations. Clearly, some infernal creature is in need of an escort back to hell.\n\n(Begin by surprising a wind sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	105	17	2	25	20	1	0	107	107	false	34	103	0	55	80012	196637	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	34	3	4103445	110052	true	3258961	14
815	813	A Real Wingnut	Once a friend to the Order of the Twin Adder, Pannixia of the Woven Wing has turned against us and demands that other sylphs join her in this folly─or perish in agony as her magicks consume them with exquisite slowness. She is too powerful a conjurer to have as a foe, and she refuses all offers of friendship. What must be done must be done.	105	17	2	25	20	1	0	107	107	false	34	103	0	55	80012	196638	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	22	3	4103445	110052	true	4164730	14
816	814	Don't Tear Down This Wall	The Immortal Flames ride for Camp Drybone to repair the damage to its perimeter wall, but scouts report a torch-bearing raiding party of Amalj'aa will surely reach the wall─and the trove of building material─before them. We petition you to head them off and ensure that they keep their scaly hands off the supplies.	108	18	3	25	20	1	0	300	300	false	34	104	0	44	80013	196639	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	36	3	4103464	110055	true	3446708	14
817	815	Food for Thought	Many a chain has been broken by the Calamity, and the jagged ends draw blood. There have been fewer aldgoats and sheep about these parts since destruction rained down from above, and now we have reports of starving beastkin attacking caravans. Once a man-eater, always a man-eater─suffer them not to live.	109	18	3	25	5	1	0	300	300	false	34	104	0	44	80013	196640	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	21	3	4103464	110055	true	3446699	14
818	816	The Third Prize Is that You're Slain	No sooner than we slay a fire-starting imp and dispatch another dubbed the Grey Strangler do we receive word of an imp who takes the form of an aldgoat and bars the way of supply trains. While this places a distant third to arson and choking the life out of children, we feel that a consistent response is called for.\n\n(Begin by surprising an earth sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	109	18	3	25	20	1	0	300	300	false	34	104	0	44	80013	196641	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	34	3	4103464	110055	true	3446695	14
819	817	A Heart Aflame	The serial fire-starter Margry Flintheart has been revealed as a devotee of the primal Ifrit. She has also been seen wielding dark tomes to summon voidsent. Repentance is neither likely nor particularly welcome at this juncture. Beware weakening the ward on the forbidden book, whilst you extinguish Margry's fire for good.	110	18	3	25	20	1	0	300	300	false	34	104	0	44	80013	196642	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	22	3	4103464	110055	true	4164765	14
820	818	Road Worriers	We the Knights of the Barracuda are taking command of road upkeep and repair, for bitter experience has taught us that what is overlooked in cobbles and struts may be paid in flesh and blood. Yet, to low beings such as the kobolds, this is but another opportunity for thievery. We petition adventurers of stout heart to stand guard over the supplies.	101	16	1	30	20	1	0	206	206	false	34	102	0	32	80011	196643	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	36	3	4103440	110050	true	4178203	14
821	819	It's Better (for You) Under the Sea	Sahagin scouts have been spotted near Bloodshore sending signals, and the semaphore they employed indicates that the Serpent Reavers are joining the festivities soon. In the name of the Maelstrom, greet the fishbacks and their pet pirates─and remember that when you fish the Sahagin, there are no little ones to throw back.	100	16	1	30	5	1	0	206	206	false	34	102	0	32	80011	196644	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	21	3	4103440	110050	true	4167305	14
822	820	You Are NOT a Pirate	Our ears to the ground have certain knowledge of a transaction between a Qiqirn trader of unsavory reputation and the imperial forces of Garlemald. The latter will appear at the rendezvous disguised as pirates. In the name of the Maelstrom, you are bid to discover and destroy them.\n\n(Begin by questioning the Qiqirn with /doubt, then slay those who respond to acquire a magitek transceiver. Use this item on pirates to see through their guises.)	99	16	1	30	20	1	0	206	206	false	34	102	0	32	80011	196645	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	34	3	4103440	110050	true	4167315	14
823	821	Twenty-nine Was the Cutoff	The 426th Order mendicant Zi Gu has slain thirty men and women of the Maelstrom; by the laws of the sea and man his life is forfeit. He thinks to hide in Bloodshore, which has a reputation─outdated, we can assure you─ for being friendly to both outlaws and alchemy. In the name of the Maelstrom, carry out his sentence.	100	16	1	30	20	1	0	206	206	false	34	102	0	32	80011	196646	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	22	3	4103440	110050	true	4164762	14
824	822	援護指令：第426洞穴団せん滅作戦	新たな採掘地を求めて、コボルド族の集団「第426洞穴団」がブラッドショアに進出してきた。このまま奴らに根付かれる訳にはいかん。我が隊の陸戦兵と協力し、敵をせん滅せよ。我らの団結力を見せつけてやるのだ。	102	16	1	30	20	1	0	206	206	false	34	102	0	32	80011	196647	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	33	3	4103440	110050	true	4167317	14
825	823	This Is Going to Sting, A Lot	The Redbelly Wasps have learned of our secret supply depot in the woods, and now seek to plunder the store of rations. When war comes, the cache could mean the difference between life and death for men and women of the Grand Companies. Protect it─if not at the cost of your own life, then the Wasps'.	103	17	2	30	20	1	0	123	123	false	34	103	0	56	80012	196648	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	36	3	4106909	110053	true	4178226	14
826	824	Creature Feature	Camp Tranquil is far from that lately, with beasts of all sorts popping up everywhere but in the afternoon mug of barley soup. Some fear we are being softened up for an attack by enemies unknown. Such terrors being more harmful than an occasional imp in the outhouse, the infestation must be cleared out forthwith.	104	17	2	30	5	1	0	123	123	false	34	103	0	56	80012	196649	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	21	3	4106909	110053	true	4167634	14
827	825	It Goes with the Territory	Garlemald continues to send its agents into Eorzea, insinuating themselves drop by drop into grooves of discontent and cupidity like the ceruleum in their magitek. Soon, goblin merchants will meet with Garleans in poachers' guise. Flush them out─and since they love Gridania so well, let this land be their final resting place.\n\n(Begin by questioning goblins with /doubt, then slay those who respond to acquire a magitek transceiver. Use this item on poachers to see through their guises.)	105	17	2	30	20	1	0	123	123	false	34	103	0	56	80012	196650	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	34	3	4106909	110053	true	3799684	14
828	826	Dead Man Walking	The turncloak Clairvisse has been sighted for the first time since he proved himself no true bow of the Gods' Quiver. He is...much changed. The Lambs of Dalamud accord him the warped honor of consorting with voidsent. When one betrays the Quiver, he is as a man dead; complete his dying, and the Twelve forgive him.	105	17	2	30	20	1	0	123	123	false	34	103	0	56	80012	196651	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	22	3	4106909	110053	true	4164736	14
829	827	援護指令：白狼隊の実戦訓練	我々白狼隊は、グリダニア在住の若き志願兵によって構成された部隊です。士気は高いのですが、その反面、実践経験には乏しいのです。歴戦の冒険者の皆様、ぜひ魔物相手の実戦訓練に同行し、模範を示してください。	106	17	2	30	20	1	0	123	123	false	34	103	0	56	80012	196652	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	33	3	4106909	110053	true	3799688	14
830	828	Bridges of Qiqirn Country	The engineer corps has been delayed by a sandstorm, and the supply party can no longer tarry to guard the materials delivered for repairs to the bridge near Broken Water. Yet it would be madness to leave the materials unprotected, for Qiqirn bandits call this area their own. Hold off the thieving beastmen and guard the supplies.	108	18	3	30	20	1	0	313	313	false	34	104	0	45	80013	196653	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	36	3	4103469	110056	true	4178237	14
831	829	And Then There Were None	It begins as a dryness in the mouth, then a fever in the mind. The chill comes next: spreading through the ranks, shriveling resolve and making the most unreasoning fears condense into the lowest of actions. This is how we take the heart from the enemy. Amalj'aa scouts approach─let them vanish, and terror take all those who wait.	112	18	3	30	5	1	0	313	313	false	34	104	0	45	80013	196654	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	21	3	4103469	110056	true	3437845	14
832	830	The Cost of Living	Magitek is a powerful means of seduction for agents of Garlemald, for there is never a shortage of Eorzean merchants who would give a great deal for such wares. One such rogue has a rendezvous with Garlean officers, the latter garbed as civilians. Find them and show them what it means to pay a high price.\n\n(Begin by casting your /doubt on suspicious merchants, then slaying the ones who respond to acquire magitek transceivers. Use these transceivers on vagrants to see through their guises.)	110	18	3	30	20	1	0	313	313	false	34	104	0	45	80013	196655	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	34	3	4103469	110056	true	3437847	14
833	831	Grapevine of Wrath	Whoever has a friend in Little Ala Mhigo also has an enemy, for a more sundered place the world has never known. The hexweaver Blackstake Rodegg Chah takes shelter there, but he was betrayed to us ere he had shaken from his feet the dust of the road. The commonfolk love him not, happily enough; you will not make a martyr today.	110	18	3	30	20	1	0	313	313	false	34	104	0	45	80013	196656	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	22	3	4103469	110056	true	4164772	14
834	832	援護指令：アラミゴ志願兵の実戦訓練	我が不滅隊には、祖国をガレマール帝国軍に滅ぼされたアラミゴの民が多数在籍している。だが、士気は旺盛なれども、経験が不足している者も少なくない。魔物を相手に行う実戦訓練に同行し、模範を示してくれ！	111	18	3	30	20	1	0	313	313	false	34	104	0	45	80013	196657	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	33	3	4103469	110056	true	3437848	14
835	833	Fanning the Flames	You are bid to join the defense of a lookout post in the central highlands of Coerthas, where a bonfire burns night and day in vigilance against the scaled abomination that is the Ixal. In the name of the Maelstrom and its friendship with Ishgard, keep high the flames and bring low the birdmen.	100	16	4	35	20	1	0	385	385	false	34	102	0	63	80014	196658	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	36	3	4270131	110081	true	4296392	14
836	834	Fishing Off the Company Pier	Whoever takes food from the table of Ishgard deserves not a crumb of mercy, for the ignominy of hunger pains those proud dragoons far more than a lance through the gut. If the imps that fish the Sea of Clouds believe their beastkin guise sufficient to deceive our eyes, they shall pay doubly for their trespass. \n\n(Begin by surprising a wandering wisp with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	100	16	4	35	20	1	0	385	385	false	34	102	0	63	80014	196673	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	34	3	4270131	110081	true	3631240	14
837	835	Mad about You	Faster than spotted fever and more loathsome than blue death, madness is a contagion that must be destroyed root and stem. A great goobbue expelled by the Calamity roams the supply route, infecting all manner of creatures with its rage and sorrow. You are bid to slay it, and any who carry the seeds of its sickness.	100	16	4	35	20	1	0	385	385	false	34	102	0	63	80014	196674	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	22	3	4270131	110081	true	3631242	14
838	836			0	0	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	false	0	0	0	1	20011	0	true	0	0.8	0	0	1	0	0	0	0	110081	true	0	14
839	837			0	0	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	false	0	0	0	1	20011	0	true	0	0.8	0	0	1	0	0	0	0	110081	true	0	14
840	838	Feathered Foes	An Ixal has made off with a grimoire and its deadly cargo of voidsent─a daring act by a mere petty aeronaut with barely coin enough to hold together the wicker and silk of his balloon. The lowly who would assail the heights disrupt the order of things; this we cannot have. Bleed the hot air from this Lotoli Ahuatan.	105	17	4	35	20	1	0	385	385	false	34	103	0	63	80014	196659	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	22	3	4270131	110081	true	3631241	14
841	839	Just Making an Observation	The Observatorium in the hinterlands of Coerthas is much troubled by beasts. Without revealing a great deal, the Holy See makes clear that this eyrie of dreamers has a strategic weight that its inhabitants know little of. Take yourself forthwith to this place nearer the firmaments, and feed the demons dirt and death.	132	17	4	35	5	1	0	385	385	false	34	103	0	63	80014	196660	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	21	3	4270131	110081	true	3631239	14
842	840	Roast Lamb with Mint and Hellfire	Dead sheep walk the pastures outside Ishgard, their festering limbs and cloudy eyes reanimated by a worm coiled deep within their entrails. Be cruel if you are to be kind─scorch the sheep to discover the vilekin and kill it with fire.\n\n(Begin by surprising a wandering wisp with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire brightseeds. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	104	17	4	35	20	1	0	385	385	false	34	103	0	63	80014	196675	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	34	3	4270131	110081	true	3631240	14
843	841			0	0	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	false	0	0	0	1	20011	0	true	0	0.8	0	0	1	0	0	0	0	110081	true	0	14
844	842			0	0	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	false	0	0	0	1	20011	0	true	0	0.8	0	0	1	0	0	0	0	110081	true	0	14
845	843	The Baddest Brigade in Town	We ride today to show the host of Ishgard the ways of the irregulars. The Ixal glory in their petty victories, mistaking their crude bushwhacking for high art. Aspirants of the Foreign Brigade! From balls to brains, you are rough, tough, and devils enough for an early death. If it must be today, take at least three birds with you.	111	18	4	35	5	1	0	385	385	false	34	104	0	63	80014	196661	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	21	3	4270131	110081	true	3631240	14
846	844	Dress for Aggress	Arrzaneth Ossuary warns of demons that walk in the guise of beastmen for some fell purpose. Ishgard opines that it is their way of probing where our vigilance declines, and make of those dips valleys where an army may amass. Find these skinwalkers, and learn what you can.\n\n(Begin by surprising an ice sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	110	18	4	35	20	1	0	385	385	false	34	104	0	63	80014	196662	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	34	3	4270131	110081	true	3631242	14
847	845	Pick Your Poison	The Foreign Brigade has detained a merchant who sold a quantity of bane on the black market. He has admitted all, including the rendezvous point. Go there henceforth, and keep the deadly commodity from its heretic buyers. Or shall we allow poisoners to creep through our streets, and fatten the already-stuffed purses of these rapacious slaves?	111	18	4	35	20	1	0	385	385	false	34	104	0	63	80014	196676	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	36	3	4270131	110081	true	4404038	14
848	846			0	0	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	false	0	0	0	1	20011	0	true	0	0.8	0	0	1	0	0	0	0	110081	true	0	14
849	847			0	0	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	false	0	0	0	1	20011	0	true	0	0.8	0	0	1	0	0	0	0	110081	true	0	14
850	848	Someone's Got a Big Mouth	The Holy See of Ishgard seeks assistance with their giant problem. The unrest caused by the dragon wars strains even the Holy See's impressive capacity for preemptive vengeance. In their stead, seek out the target of their displeasure and end his quarrelsome life. Ware, for he is like to have help close by.	99	16	4	40	20	1	0	402	402	false	34	102	0	63	80014	196663	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	22	3	4270237	110082	true	3637456	14
851	849	An Imp Mobile	One of the imps wanted for a bout of nuisance in Camp Tranquil has surfaced all the way in Coerthas. It must know there is a price to pay for shorting sheets, invading outhouses, fouling an officer's punch, and killing his batman. In the name of the Maelstrom, see through its beastkin guise and have the last laugh.\n\n(Begin by surprising a wandering wisp with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	100	16	4	40	20	1	0	402	402	false	34	102	0	63	80014	196664	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	34	3	4270237	110082	true	3637488	14
852	850	Papal Dispensation	A drove of chocobos bound for our stables was attacked on the lawless plains of Coerthas. Be as a bird of prey and return not until you are begummed with demon gore from beak to claw. None other than the Holy See of Ishgard entrusts us with this righteous slaughter.	100	16	4	40	5	1	0	402	402	false	34	102	0	63	80014	196677	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	21	3	4270237	110082	true	3637466	14
853	851			0	0	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	false	0	0	0	1	20011	0	true	0	0.8	0	0	1	0	0	0	0	110082	true	0	14
854	852			0	0	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	false	0	0	0	1	20011	0	true	0	0.8	0	0	1	0	0	0	0	110082	true	0	14
855	853	Yellow Is the New Black	Our friends in Ishgard have learned that the Yellow Serpents strike swift and true. So keenly do they seek our fangs and venom that they offer favored terms for chocobo export. An Ishgardian bird in hand is worth two in Vylbrand. Adventurers, be our venom in this thrust. Join the pale dragoons of Whitebrim in crushing the demons.	132	17	4	40	5	1	0	402	402	false	34	103	0	63	80014	196665	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	21	3	4270237	110082	true	3637488	14
856	854	Talk to My Voidsent	Coerthas is but a nightmare dreamt in the lurid glare of winter; all manner of things foul flee into its lawless breadth. An Ixali sorcerer has evaded a pursuing party of the Gods' Quiver, his only cargo the power to wield voidsent. Slay the birdman and whatever he calls forth from the lower depth.	105	17	4	40	20	1	0	402	402	false	34	103	0	63	80014	196678	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	22	3	4270237	110082	true	3637501	14
857	855	The Bloodhounds of Coerthas	Blood is eloquent, and this the Red Otters know. We have followed many a scarlet thread of murder to lonely graves so that we may recover the effects of comrades lost. This we bid you do, but beware, so fresh is this trail that the slayers may still be close─close enough to strike again.	105	17	4	40	20	1	0	402	402	false	34	103	0	63	80014	196679	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	36	3	4270237	110082	true	4404052	14
858	856			0	0	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	false	0	0	0	1	20011	0	true	0	0.8	0	0	1	0	0	0	0	110082	true	0	14
859	857			0	0	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	false	0	0	0	1	20011	0	true	0	0.8	0	0	1	0	0	0	0	110082	true	0	14
860	858	You Dropped Something	A supply convoy came under ambush by a band of giants. They managed to fight their way to safety, but some of the much-needed cargo lies unattended where it fell. A retrieval party is on its way, but the armor makes them slow. Speed is shelter, honor is fidelity. Guard the cargo and slay any giants until you are relieved.	111	18	4	40	20	1	0	402	402	false	34	104	0	63	80014	196666	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	36	3	4270237	110082	true	4296428	14
861	859	No Big Whoop	The knights of House Durendaire beg our help with voidsent in the guise of giants. Truly, these dragoons are made of strong metal. They have been mauled, maddened, frozen, starved, dropped, tripped, stripped, sliced, and the Twelve know what else. Flush out and slay these voidsent, that the Ishgardians may return to the business of fighting dragons.\n\n(Begin by surprising an ice sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	110	18	4	40	20	1	0	402	402	false	34	104	0	63	80014	196667	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	34	3	4270237	110082	true	3637501	14
862	860	If You Put It That Way	Aspirants to the Foreign Brigade! The Holy See of Ishgard begs our assistance. Is your blood red enough to hunt the frost aevis that bedevils these short-lived sons and daughters of the Fury? Will your heart fail you when the aevis summons other minions of the dragon? Or will you stand, and laugh in the face of death!?	111	18	4	40	20	1	0	402	402	false	34	104	0	63	80014	196680	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	22	3	4270237	110082	true	3637466	14
863	861			0	0	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	false	0	0	0	1	20011	0	true	0	0.8	0	0	1	0	0	0	0	110082	true	0	14
864	862			0	0	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	false	0	0	0	1	20011	0	true	0	0.8	0	0	1	0	0	0	0	110082	true	0	14
865	863	One Big Problem Solved	In the name of the Maelstrom, slay the gigas who threaten the dig at Silvertear Falls. These hulking creatures have traveled all the way from Abalathia's Spine to wreak havoc on the naturalists of Saint Coinach's Find, they of uneasy discoveries and strange accidents. Ask not why the gigas came─kill them, for science!	100	16	4	45	5	1	0	416	416	false	34	102	0	67	80014	196668	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	21	3	4258843	110083	true	4261622	14
866	864	Kill the Messenger	The unbeliever Armantel Scaletalker is our problem now, for the Holy See cannot be seen to slay him─he was a dragoon of Ishgard not so long ago. They say he loves the dragons and makes war on Mor Dhona. Traders swear he is a slave to potions of sleep. Others murmur he saw much in the inquisition chamber─and now makes war on the Holy See.	99	16	4	45	20	1	0	416	416	false	34	102	0	67	80014	196669	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	22	3	4258843	110083	true	4261601	14
867	865	Go Home to Mama	The supply route blockade is having an effect; the Garlean forces in Castrum Centri have sent a skulk of men to the shores of Silvertear. They forage for airship debris like children on a morel hunt, unaware that they have wandered too far off the apron strings of the Empire. In the name of the Maelstrom, secure the wreck and teach the sons of Garlemald a harsh lesson.	100	16	4	45	20	1	0	416	416	false	34	102	0	67	80014	196681	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	36	3	4258843	110083	true	4404077	14
868	866			0	0	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	false	0	0	0	1	20011	0	true	0	0.8	0	0	1	0	0	0	0	110083	true	0	14
869	867			0	0	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	false	0	0	0	1	20011	0	true	0	0.8	0	0	1	0	0	0	0	110083	true	0	14
870	868	The Awry Salvages	In the vastness of Coerthas, the Badgers toil to gather materials for study from the wreck of the <i>Agrius</i>, the flagship of the Garlean fleet. The work has been beset with difficulty─looters chief among them, but beastkin and cloudkin aplenty. Protect the material from a group of gigas that trundles this way even as we speak.	104	17	4	45	20	1	0	416	416	false	34	103	0	67	80014	196670	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	36	3	4258843	110083	true	4296681	14
871	869	Amateur Hour	The supplies sent in friendship from the Black Boars to Saint Coinach's Find are being pilfered by imps in the guise of beastkin. Were the imps of the enlightened races and a part of a thieves' guild, 'twould be a different matter, but as it is, this merits death. Find them and dispatch them without further ado.\n\n(Begin by surprising a lightning sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	103	17	4	45	20	1	0	416	416	false	34	103	0	67	80014	196671	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	34	3	4258843	110083	true	4261624	14
872	870	Get Off Our Lake	The Yellow Serpents never sleep, and our ever-wakeful eyes and ears in Mor Dhona have found a detachment from Garlemald along Silvertear Lake. What business they have there we do not know, but you are bid to remind them that the climes of Mor Dhona have never agreed with the Garlean constitution.	132	17	4	45	5	1	0	416	416	false	34	103	0	67	80014	196682	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	21	3	4258843	110083	true	4394805	14
873	871	リーヴテスト21		9	5	2	10	0	1	0	51	51	false	9	76	0	51	80012	917524	true	0	0.8	0	0	297	0	18	5	2257767	110007	true	0	14
874	872	リーヴテスト22		23	3	2	10	20	1	1	94	94	false	18	85	0	54	80012	131089	true	0	0.8	0	0	297	0	14	5	1672782	110014	true	3812142	67
875	873	Who Writes History	Gigas converge on the Crystal Tower, led by a firebrand calling himself Okeanos the Red. He incites the mob to take back Silvertear Falls and reconsecrate the ruins of the Allagan Empire, from which he claims descent. Reunite Okeanos with his ancestors, and let any who stand in the way anoint the ground with hot fear and cold blood.	111	18	4	45	20	1	0	416	416	false	34	104	0	67	80014	196672	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	22	3	4258843	110083	true	4261624	14
876	874	Science Shindig	We ride today for science! Deep is the knowledge of the past in the Sons of Saint Coinach, but do they know the safety of their supply route? No! That is for us to say, and the cargador-eating beasts that lurk in the grass ours to slay─and roast over the open fire, possibly with much hearty grog! Are you with us?	111	18	4	45	5	1	0	416	416	false	34	104	0	67	80014	196683	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	21	3	4258843	110083	true	4394805	14
877	875	The Museum Is Closed	Is it overmuch to ask a creature demonic to respect the treasures of the past? I say that it is not, and the beasts that defile artifacts at Saint Coinach's Find deserve our lash. In the name of the Foreign Brigade and in pursuit of knowledge, guard the artifact store and dispatch the unruly visitors.	111	18	4	45	20	1	0	416	416	false	34	104	0	67	80014	196684	true	4	0.8	0	0	1	0	36	3	4258843	110083	true	4404114	14
878	876			0	0	0	0	0	1	0	0	0	false	0	0	0	1	20011	0	true	0	0.8	0	0	1	0	0	0	0	110083	true	0	14
879	877	リーヴテスト23		20	1	2	1	20	1	0	90	123	false	34	75	0	54	80012	65602	true	4	0.8	0	0	297	0	6	5	2648030	110008	true	3251851	14
880	878	The Unexpected Tourist	While the knights have warned them how treacherous the road may be, handfuls of civilians have begun to leave the cradle of Ishgard to travel into the reclaimed volatile lands around Falcon's Nest and the Anvil in order to lay wreaths and pay respects to the statue of Haldrath at the Pike. It presents quite the conundrum as the safety of those who choose to willingly step into the lair of ferocious monsters cannot be guaranteed, yet those devoted who listen to the calling of their hearts merit at least some form of courtesy. Ergo the knights are looking for those free of time and wanting of coin to slay any creatures in the vicinity that may try to attack unarmed civilians.	151	1	4	50	20	1	0	2204	2300	false	34	87	0	2200	80014	65735	true	1	0.6	0	779	458	0	6	5	5581915	110084	true	5887782	14
881	879	Don't Come Back	Praise be to Halone, for our knights have been saved by Her hand! The contingent had been caught in a blizzard, and as they rubbed their frostbitten hands together and steeled themselves for the end, a blessed creature loomed in their presence: the Last Yak, so named as the knights thought it the last thing they would ever see. But there is no doubt that Halone had sent Her blessed messenger to answer our prayers, for the beast allowed the freezing men to climb onto its back. As they clung to its warm, shaggy hide, it trudged through the biting winds and delivered the men to safety. While we are eternally in debt to the creature─which in gratitude we fed such a feast of ale and bread─the Last Yak must return to the herd whence it came. We will pay good coin to an adventurer who will escort it back home in dignity and slay any monsters that dare interrupt its journey.	151	1	4	50	20	1	0	2204	2300	false	34	87	0	2200	80014	65736	true	1	0.6	0	839	458	0	41	5	5581915	110084	true	5962574	14
882	880	Necrologos: Of Sallow Vizards	I had a criminal executed for his public display of heresy, but I fear he may have sown seeds of discipleship. When I granted reprieve for a moment of quiet repentance ere the cold steel's cut, the miscreant drew a copy of the sacrilegious tome, the <i>Necrologos</i>, concealed within the folds of his robes. His obsession led him to rip out the pages, scattering them to the reach of strong winds and cackling about his “followers” until I ordered his lunacy be brought to an end. Retrieve the torn pages and exhaust the monstrosities within so no others might succumb to the void's taint.	155	1	4	50	20	1	0	2204	2300	false	34	87	0	2200	80014	65737	true	1	0.6	0	779	458	0	8	5	5581915	110084	true	5887792	14
883	881	We're So Above This (L)	While capable of dispatching a variety of threats, the Temple Knights have found themselves becoming somewhat overwhelmed by an influx of agitated predators hunting for food in the swaths of land between Falcon's Nest and the Anvil. It's preposterous for the chosen warriors of the realm to spend all day fending off hungry bears and yetis when the city's crumbled line of defense is in dire need of reconstruction. We will reward anyone willing to lighten the burden so that they may continue the more important tasks at hand.	151	1	4	50	20	10	0	2204	2300	false	34	87	0	2200	80014	65738	true	1	2.4	0	6419	463	0	6	2	5581915	110084	true	5887782	14
884	882	The Second Coming of Yak (L)	The Last Yak, that sacred beast of burden, has wandered nearby our camp to again grace us with its presence! After a night of libations and revelry to which bards would sing the songs of his rescue, he has much need to return to his herd. Pray that Halone's divine messenger arrives to safety, and allow not a single scratch to be, else you answer to the pikes of the knights who received salvation.	151	1	4	50	20	10	0	2204	2300	false	34	87	0	2200	80014	65739	true	1	2.4	0	5219	463	0	41	2	5581915	110084	true	5962574	14
885	883	Necrologos: Of Sallow Vizards (L)	Following the execution of a heretic who possessed a contraband copy of the <i>Necrologos</i>, we discovered he had disciples who made him into a legendary martyr. An undercover inquisitor found his followers congregating on the outskirts of the capital, conducting reenactments of the convicted's final deed by tearing and scattering pages of the <i>Necrologos</i> into the wind. They have since been arrested and tried, but we do not know how many pages yet linger behind. We seek assistance in finding the pages and destroying the voidsent that emerge from the sinister words.	155	1	4	50	20	10	0	2204	2300	false	34	87	0	2200	80014	65740	true	1	2.4	0	6719	463	0	8	2	5581915	110084	true	5887792	14
886	884	Quit Loafing Around	Fury take me! A group of fiendish imps stole leavened bread used to break a fasting ritual at Saint Reymanaud! I could scarce keep chase with the little nuisances, and heard they were last spotted in the vicinity of the Chocobo Forest, donning glamours of other creatures to throw off pursuers. The desecration of blessed bread by voidsent claws is absolutely unacceptable! I implore you, expel the imps from their guises using noisome nuggets and let them know divine punishment.	152	1	4	52	20	1	0	2018	2300	false	34	87	0	2000	80014	65741	true	1	0.6	0	1207	459	0	13	5	5581915	110085	true	5888071	14
887	885	Feathers Unsullied	Military chocobos grow to be fierce warriors in the like of their masters, yet neither man nor bird learns the art of fearlessness overnight. In the wild, chocobos develop the natural instinct to run from predators as chicks. Hence chocobos that are bred and groomed for service to the sword must enjoy a chickhood free of any fear from the trivial beasts in the fields so that larger, more frightening beasts can be gradually introduced in their adolescent training to evoke a fight─not flight─reaction. In a perfect world, the breeding grounds would be located in a peaceful meadow. Alas, the Chocobo Forest be naught the place for delicate things, and must be constantly patrolled to eliminate any nuisances that may interfere with the hatchlings' path to unsurmountable courage.	151	1	4	52	20	1	0	2018	2300	false	34	87	0	2000	80014	65742	true	1	0.6	0	1207	459	0	11	5	5581915	110085	true	5888072	14
888	886	Jailbird Break	The Temple Knights seized a caravan that was illegally transporting a prized chocobo, but as soon as the gate from its small quarter was unfastened, the bird jumped to freedom and escaped. An individual of calm demeanor will need to beckon the creature to return to Tailfeather so it can be properly secured and returned home. But refrain from sudden movements─if the precious commodity ends up damaged in the jaws of some wretched beast, the lord commander will be most displeased!	151	1	4	52	20	1	0	2018	2300	false	34	87	0	2000	80014	65743	true	1	0.6	0	1009	459	0	41	5	5581915	110085	true	5888077	14
889	887	Last Priest Profaned (L)	Halone forfend! Not again! A high priest of the Holy See traveled to the Chocobo Forest to visit the chocobo breeding grounds to give blessings to the hatchlings of reputable stock that had been chosen to become holy warriors of Ishgard. What should have been a revered event was ruined when a gang of barbarous imps anticipated the arrival and prepared a low-tied vine during the ritual of ground purification, tripping the poor man and causing him to fall into a nearby watering trough, his sanctity soaked to the very core. No sooner had he returned to the capital had I received a signed parchment requesting a “cleansing” of all dastardly voidkin in the area, an order to which I impart upon you with glee. As I recall, imps are likely to cast glamours of other animals in the area to remain with impunity. Expose the treacherous devils and give them a taste of the Holy See's views on a sense of humor.	152	1	4	52	20	10	0	2018	2300	false	34	87	0	2000	80014	65744	true	1	2.4	0	7807	464	0	13	2	5581915	110085	true	5888071	14
890	888	Scavenger Hunt (L)	One of the daft apprentices of Tailfeather told not a soul he was unsure in the ways of properly disposing of a deceased chocobo, and instead hid the carcass behind some brush for a fortnight. As you can imagine, the stench attracted large numbers of scavengers like fleas and hippocerfs looking to lap up the rancid meal. While the corpse has already been disposed of and the boy chastised, vast numbers of vilekin still linger, mayhap searching for a second course. Patrol the area around the Chocobo Forest and extinguish any remaining beasts you may find.	151	1	4	52	20	10	0	2018	2300	false	34	87	0	2000	80014	65745	true	1	2.4	0	6157	464	0	11	2	5581915	110085	true	5888072	14
891	889	Return to Sender (L)	Marcechamp's men in Tailfeather are in the process of conditioning chocobo young to instinctively return safe to the post if they become lost in the Forest. While chocobos would learn much quicker if they could be trained without any distractions, it is a luxury that the hunters do not have, for far too many savage beasts in the area would love to pick a vulnerable bird clean. /beckon the chocobo to help it learn its way back to Tailfeather while dispatching any predators that may try to take advantage of a free meal.	151	1	4	52	20	10	0	2018	2300	false	34	87	0	2000	80014	65746	true	1	2.4	0	5497	464	0	41	2	5581915	110085	true	5888077	14
892	890	Show Your Work	The eyes of the Dravanians are ever upon our knights, so mayhap it would sully their pride if they were to witness those not of Ishgard's ilk joining our cause. Seek out and slay their lesser cousins in the Churning Mists, that the Horde might bear witness to your deeds.	151	1	4	54	20	1	0	2042	2300	false	34	87	0	2002	80014	65747	true	1	0.6	0	1332	460	0	6	5	5581915	110087	true	5891041	14
893	891	Puppet Show	We dragoons are a proud sort who often charge into the heat of battle, but that is not to say discretion is without merit. When shadows abound, we sometimes make use of wooden dummies with arms and wings manipulated by gears which resemble dragons from afar, to create an illusion of comrades in the vicinity. However, we lack the materials to replicate dragon scales. We seek an experienced adventurer willing to journey to the Churning Mists and skin Dravanians for this purpose..	156	1	4	54	20	1	0	2042	2300	false	34	87	0	2002	80014	65748	true	1	0.6	0	1332	460	0	10	5	5581915	110087	true	5891044	14
894	892	Cry Home	The Horde and their minions continue to run rampant in the Churning Mists in defiance of Halone's will. Their numbers must be culled, but take care to strike quickly, before their masters hear their shrieks for help.	151	1	4	54	20	1	0	2042	2300	false	34	87	0	2002	80014	65749	true	1	0.6	0	1188	460	0	7	5	5581915	110087	true	5891048	14
895	893	Family Comes First (L)	Man cannot return to the heavens ere the last dragon fall, yet the enemy's numbers only continue to grow. While it has proven difficult to locate Dravanian nests, the younger kin can be found carelessly wandering the lands, made brazen by the safety provided by large broods. Coat the earth in the blood of Dravanian young in the name of the Fury.	151	1	4	54	20	10	0	2042	2300	false	34	87	0	2002	80014	65750	true	1	2.4	0	8532	465	0	6	2	5581915	110087	true	5891041	14
896	894	More Than One Way (L)	A dragon's natural armor may seem impenetrable to an untrained eye, but a true dragoon knows well whence the vulnerabilities lie─a darkened spot, a bent plate, or if one is lucky, a barren patch. These days, too many youngbloods sign up for the training to join our noble ranks without showing a shred of decent talent, hence I have decided to thin out the crop through a trial. If the men can identify and destroy the spots on targets wrapped in scaleskin, they may continue their training. If they fail, they are to relinquish their weapon and accept pursuit of a less virtuous craft. To fashion proper targets, I ask you to fetch me dragon scales of decent quality, and unless you have an army at your disposal, it might be quicker to obtain them by slaying the enemy's biast cousins in the Churning Mists.	156	1	4	54	20	10	0	2042	2300	false	34	87	0	2002	80014	65751	true	1	2.4	0	8532	465	0	10	2	5581915	110087	true	5891044	14
897	895	Hello, Cousin (L)	A scout tells of a peculiar occurrence in the Churning Mists, in which a dragon employed blasphemous sorcery to beguile wild scalekin. While we know not how many beasts are puppets of the Horde, we cannot ignore the threat they could pose. Slay as many as you can find, but do not allow the Dravanian's minions to cry for help, else their masters may answer the call.	151	1	4	54	20	10	0	2042	2300	false	34	87	0	2002	80014	65752	true	1	2.4	0	7812	465	0	7	2	5581915	110087	true	5891048	14
898	896	Two Birds, One Culling	The Haillenarte contingents in Camp Cloudtop desire assistance in reducing aerial ambushes by tsanahales, which have recently found some success clawing out the eyes of those unfortunate knights assigned to patrol duty. The winged beasts around Cloudtop tend to remain in their nest until they strike, but a plump gastornis breast might be just the thing to coax them out. Secure a piece of meat from one of the plentiful birds as bait, then strike down the foe.	151	1	4	56	20	1	0	2116	2300	false	34	87	0	2100	80014	65753	true	1	0.6	0	1504	461	0	9	5	5581915	110088	true	5891107	14
899	897	Don't Eat the Shrooms	Due to a number of troops left bedridden after supping on a stew seasoned with queerly spotted mushrooms, the Rose Knights are looking for an extra pair of eyes to survey positions in the Sea of Clouds and neutralize any threats bearing claws or jaws. Be sure not to overlook any of the areas─the last thing we would want are feverish men dragged by their necks by a gaelicat in the middle of the night.	151	1	4	56	20	1	0	2116	2300	false	34	87	0	2100	80014	65754	true	1	0.6	0	1426	461	0	11	5	5581915	110088	true	5891108	14
900	898	Marl-ementary Procedure	Every time the Rose Knights demand more foodstuffs in Cloudtop, my head pains as if locked in the inquisitor's vice, as the long trek often renders my caravans scorched, gobbled, or looted scarce before they get to post. Are there not roses that grow in the desert? I would rather have the defense coffers spent promoting the camp's self-reliance than replacing charred cargo airships and shredded chocobos. You there, if you can scoop up lumps of marl of decent quality to treat and enrich the soil in the camp, then plenty of coin you shall have.	153	1	4	56	20	1	0	2116	2300	false	34	87	0	2100	80014	65755	true	1	0.6	0	958	461	0	40	5	5581915	110088	true	5891109	14
901	899	Just Washed (L)	In addition to the physical threat posed by their sharp talons and barbed beaks, the winged beasts that roost in Camp Cloudtop pose a grave threat to the Rose Knights' reputation. Armor spotted in cloudkin droppings rather than gore is looked upon as an embarrassment (and takes great pains to clean). The Rose Knights would like to exterminate the beasts altogether and call for a cloudkin-slayer that can lure them out with gastornis breasts and promptly give them what for.	151	1	4	56	20	10	0	2116	2300	false	34	87	0	2100	80014	65756	true	1	2.4	0	9538	466	0	9	2	5581915	110088	true	5891107	14
902	900	Needs More Fervor (L)	With a string of losses in recent days, the Holy See has declared that there is not enough fervor on the battlefield for Halone's great task and announced an hour of mandatory observance of prayer for all knights until the Fury is sated in their worship and turns the tide of the campaign. However, House Haillenarte's depleted ranks in the Sea of Clouds feel it unfathomable to allow the posts to be unmanned for even a short period of time, and offers to pay trustworthy outsiders a good sum of money to go on patrol and annihilate any threats to security.	151	1	4	56	20	10	0	2116	2300	false	34	87	0	2100	80014	65757	true	1	2.4	0	9538	466	0	11	2	5581915	110088	true	5891108	14
903	901	Nobody Can Farm Marl, but Marl (L)	Cloudtop's remote location does not allow many opportunities for import of building supplies, especially heavy materials such as marble or concrete. Luckily, clay-like deposits of marl are in abundance in the area and can be baked into bricks for use in building and repairing the walls of roofed chocobo stables and storehouses. Reap top quality lumps of marl and bring them hither, and I will reward you with coin for your labors.	153	1	4	56	20	10	0	2116	2300	false	34	87	0	2100	80014	65758	true	1	2.4	0	4858	466	0	40	2	5581915	110088	true	5891109	14
904	902	Dance, Magic Dance	A fugitive that escaped from our grasp some time ago has been spotted in the Dravanian hinterlands. Her body broken and her face scarred with burns, the witch would have been recognizable to anyone had she not disguised herself as a goblin to live amongst the hinterland clans, naught to be revealed until she had been discovered taking off her false mask for a breath of fresh air. I grow weary of the goblins' impunity in attacking our men and harboring a fugitive, so I would employ an adventurer to rid us of the beastmen entirely. Once our path has been cleared and the suspect seized, I intend to peel back the layers of mystery regarding her break from the gaol, fingernail by fingernail.	155	1	4	58	20	1	0	2033	2300	false	34	87	0	2001	80014	65759	true	1	0.6	0	1610	462	0	7	5	5581915	110086	true	5888234	14
905	903	Necrologos: His Treasure Forhelen	In our apprehension of a dangerous criminal, a struggle ensued and the cur struck back at one of my fellow inquisitors, who rightfully retaliated by holding a blade to his chest. It did pierce the offender in his thrashing, and a skewered copy of the <i>Necrologos</i> fell from his robe, from whence it had been protecting his heart! The dark tome's binding unraveled in the scuffle, and the pages flew hither and thither. While we have the urgent duty to bring the perpetrator in for questioning, we cannot allow such irreverent filth to remain strewn about. Someone must go back to the Dravanian hinterlands, gather the pages, and rid the realm of any creatures that may manifest.	155	1	4	58	20	1	0	2033	2300	false	34	87	0	2001	80014	65760	true	1	0.6	0	1358	462	0	8	5	5581915	110086	true	5888235	14
906	904	Whither the Morbol Goeth	A morbol's breath is already an extremely potent agent out in the open, ergo concentrating it into a purer form would make it lethal to any living being. The initial research done by the knights' weaponry division shows that morbol breath may be able to linger in a canister devoid of air, which could be fastened to the hull of an airship and dropped on roosting dragons. The scholars of weaponry have only been able to conduct its research from considerable distances and have found the bad breath dissipates too hastily to collect samples. Thusly, they request a live morbol on which to perform more experiments. The monsters can be found aplenty in the vicinity of Sharlayan, but allow me to dispatch some valuable advice before you depart; the last adventurer we hired for the job unsuccessfully tried to bind the thing with rope and had both of his hands melted off by the putrid spray in the process. You might want to try <i>pacifying</i> it first.	151	1	4	58	20	1	0	2033	2300	false	34	87	0	2001	80014	65761	true	1	0.6	0	1358	462	0	23	5	5581915	110086	true	5888236	14
907	905	Goblin Up Sharlayan (L)	The goblins have taken what remained in the rubble of Sharlayan, and gangs of the lawless beastmen have proliferated where dignity once stood. The unbelievers grow bolder every day, flaunting the laws of the Holy See with aggressive gestures. I rarely give orders beyond the walls of Ishgard, yet they tempt me so in their profane behavior, spitting out expletives that tarnish Halone and thus beckon the rulings for heresy. I will pay good coin to the adventurer who can protect the integrity of Sharlayan by offering the goblins the chance of exile from the place. Should they rather choose the sword, show them no mercy.	155	1	4	58	20	10	0	2033	2300	false	34	87	0	2001	80014	65762	true	1	2.4	0	10346	467	0	7	2	5581915	110086	true	5888234	14
908	906	Necrologos: His Treasure Forhelen (L)	A lowborn woman approached our ministry and confessed a serious crime committed by her father. Labor had taken the man on a long expedition “north of the western highlands,” and on the eve of his return, the woman could hear her father repeating mysterious dark words from his bedchambers. Upon inspection of his room, she was horrified to find a torn excerpt of the <i>Necrologos</i> hidden beneath his pillow. We raided his home and confronted him on his heresy, but he ingested the pages before we could seize him, claiming that he had long waited for this moment to allow the great powers of the void to overtake him and inflict hell on earth. The fool did not realize a mortal man does not transform into an unnatural being of the void through devouring its evil words, and his “grand transformation” reduced his cursed body to ash before our eyes. As naught but a ripped excerpt did he obtain, the rest of the tome must be out yonder, and we seek an adventurer to investigate the original location of his place of “labor,” most likely in the Dravanian hinterlands, to see if the tome can be found. Should anything suspicious appear in the vicinity, it must be extinguished forthwith.	155	1	4	58	20	10	0	2033	2300	false	34	87	0	2001	80014	65763	true	1	2.4	0	9506	467	0	8	2	5581915	110086	true	5888235	14
909	907	Bareback Riding (L)	One of the more colorful Temple Knight commanders has divulged his ungranted wish to tame and ride a morbol into battle, hoping to use the forth-facing toxins to disable any Dravanian in his path. Of course, I disagreed as it would insult our trusted steeds, and showed much skepticism to being able to mount such a beast to which he merely said “Have men not tamed ferocious coeurls and behemoths as their war mounts?” I would not be truthful if I didn't say I would feel some sort of gratification to watch him brave the stench and climb the thing. Bring me pacified morbols so I may be successful in proving such folly.	151	1	4	58	20	10	0	2033	2300	false	34	87	0	2001	80014	65764	true	1	2.4	0	9926	467	0	23	2	5581915	110086	true	5888236	14
910	908	Splinter in the Sewers	There has been much commotion in the church over shielding the grand spires, yet those priests see not the more pressing dangers in Ishgard's underlying veins. The planks that cover the sewers of Foundation have been gutted by falling debris, and half-wits have been seen throwing gods-know-what into one such reeking chasm. Refuse breeds rats, rats breed disease, and disease is indiscriminate in choosing its hosts, wealthy or poor. A straight plank of cedar lumber is needed to build a temporary pallet until the engineers can repair the mess.	153	5	4	50	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918025	true	0	1.0	95040	520	298	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
911	909	So You Think You Can Lance?	Every Ishgardian is to answer the call to arms in the event of a draconian invasion, yet truth be told, we have not the manpower to hold regular training sessions for peasants. Give a lowborn a spear, and he'll protect his home for nary a bell before he falls. Teach a lowborn to spear, and a militia can be built without spending a penny of the knights' coffers on training or salary (Halone forbid). The knights have found a willing merchant to learn the thrusts and twists of the lance in one go, and he demands a suitable weapon with which to teach the others.	151	5	4	50	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918026	true	0	1.0	109544	572	298	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
912	910	Almost as Fun as Slingshotting Birds	Although the Horde's mindless minions befoul the skies above the capital, our dragonkiller bolts must be conserved for more threatening entanglements with their wyrm cousins. As a productive way to pass the doldrums and keep the clutter out of our midst, the lord commander has decreed that every common man must learn archery to down any smaller fiends they encounter. If every man is to train in the bow, there must be a bow for every man.	151	5	4	50	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918027	true	0	1.0	54772	572	303	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
913	911	The Lumber of Their Discontent (L)	Draconian talons scrape along the taller columns of the capital and the knights can ill afford to allow the costly resources of mortar and brick go to the defense of shanties in Foundation when the High Houses raise such a din of their own welfare. Naysayers further grumble about not enough compensation put towards grave damage to the areas around the Brume, to whom I would send sturdy stacks of cedar lumber to silence their discontent.	153	5	4	50	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918028	true	0	1.0	190080	2600	308	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
914	912	Sticks and Stones (L)	As the bulk of the Temple Knights have been charged with protecting the High Houses and officials of the Holy See, the order has warmly welcomed the notion of a militia composed of Ishgardian civilians, which would keep watch over areas that the knights may be unable to defend in the event of an invasion. Dozens of men have already expressed their willingness to stand up against those who mock their city, and are eager to undertake simple training in how to use a lance. It takes not a weapons master to thrust a pugil stick at a Dravanian attempting to enter a home, especially if the tip is stamped in mythrite.	151	5	4	50	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918029	true	0	1.0	219088	2860	308	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
915	913	Living Bow to Mouth (L)	While the knights have been mandated to arm the common man with tools of the archer for defense of the capital, 'twould seem the more desperate of the lowborn have taken to breaking up their cedar bows to be used as firewood to heat their homes. I care not if those ungrateful wretches shiver until their lips turn grey, for this is scarce the time for selfish actions as the dragon curs breathe upon our gates. The bows will have to be replaced, along with a decree that any who use the tools of the state for unintended purposes are to be locked in the gaol to ponder their obstruction to Halone's divine wish.	151	5	4	50	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918030	true	0	1.0	54772	858	313	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
916	914	Do You Even String Bow?	What started out as a simple sponsorship for an archery competition by the Congregation has turned into a grand affair as the High Houses caught wind with their natural instincts for rivalry. The contest has been rendered exclusive only to highborn archers, and will involve all forms of moving targets and dazzling displays of accuracy on chocoback. Quite a show will be had, which means an equally suitable prize must be given to the winner. I seek none but the finest carpenters to submit a bow design of their choosing to serve as the grand prize, and the carpenter of the winning bow shall be paid handsomely for it.	151	5	4	52	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918031	true	0	1.0	122918	624	299	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
917	915	Landing the Big One	It has been said the best deals are struck during a session of fishing, and it just so happens yours truly was invited by Baron Thieveneux of House Dzemael, a staunch and wealthy patron of the Temple Knights to partake in such a leisure. Outside of the capital? Halone forbid! No, no, I have been invited to the manor's expansive ponds, stocked with the best and built by Dzemael hands. There is much profit to be had for the coffers from a leisure such as this, so I find myself in need of a fine cedar fishing rod...though not <i>too</i> fine, mind you. I would yield the fattest carp to the master of the House of Rook as I try to catch even bigger fish.	153	5	4	52	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918032	true	0	1.0	122918	624	299	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
918	916	A Reward Fitting of the Faithful	Able-bodied men border heresy when they refuse to join the knights in the battle against the Horde. They could learn much from Jasper, a deaf-mute with a twisted leg who wakes before sunrise to spend the day hammering wooden planks and roofing destroyed buildings. Though born of such circumstances, he is deserving of the Temple Knights' appreciation, and a just reward to boot. A blessed cedar necklace should guide him in his prayers.	153	5	4	52	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918033	true	0	1.0	78624	728	304	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
919	917	Win One Bow, Get Three Free (L)	'Twould seem that the winning bow-maiden of a High House-held archery contest has become enamored so with her prized holy cedar composite bow that she would like to commission you to carve three more in the same likeness. One to gift to her lord, one to present to the church as an offering to the Fury, and one to mount on her wall as decor. You have either quite the admirer or an exploitation of an inflated ego.	151	5	4	52	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918034	true	0	1.0	245836	3120	309	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
920	918	Fishing for Profits (L)	In concurrent fishing sessions with nobles in each of the High Houses, I have been able to secure double the patronage of last quarter in addition to supplemental equipment for the volunteer militia. To commemorate the auspicious business, I would send a cedar fishing rod to each of the lords in the hopes that they will take the bait on invitations for more excursions.	153	5	4	52	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918035	true	0	1.0	245836	3120	309	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
921	919	Just Rewards for Just Devotion (L)	After the siege on the capital, the repairing of the harrowing havens of the Brume was left to those who live there. Although their woodworking is not the quality of noble engineers, their labors towards rebuilding Ishgard have not gone unnoticed, and I would like to reward them in some way. Mayhap they may find some solace in the greater power of Halone if they were to be given cedar necklaces to use in their prayers.	153	5	4	52	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918036	true	0	1.0	78624	1092	314	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
922	920	License to Heal	The hour is near for the final trial for the students of the scholasticate chosen to use their wisdom and healing prayer for the sake of Halone on the battlefield. The purification ritual must be conducted using a rod carved from dark chestnut, untainted by hands other than the carpenter who has crafted it.	154	5	4	54	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918037	true	0	1.0	157248	728	300	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
923	921	The Darkest Hearth	I know of a frail old woman in a Coerthan cabin who spent her days spinning cloth for war banners, and preferred to sit windowside and watch the passersby as she worked. While the Calamity had spared her in the fortune of her remote location, it confined her to stare at the glow of the hearth instead, reminding her of the burning hellfires of that day but remains as the only place where her fingers will not become bitter and numb with the cold wind's bite. Build for her a spinning wheel made from dark chestnut, wood that will not catch fire easily should bits of kindling snap and hiss out from the hearth.	153	5	4	54	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918038	true	0	1.0	184032	832	300	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
924	922	Walking on Pins and Needles	The Dravanians ever harry my wagons, and I have already lost too many this moon. Metal cargo holds would surely keep against the fiends, but there are none to be had with the necessary resources relegated to greater concerns. Thus I must make do with wood. Mayhap chestnut lumber, as it forms nasty splinters when broken, I am told. If even a few dragons are forced to limp away, I will at least have that satisfaction.	153	5	4	54	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918039	true	0	1.0	78624	728	305	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
925	923	Purified Polyrhythm (L)	While many seminarians of the Saint Endalim Scholasticate show great aptitude for defensive and restorative magicks, they must also be capable of employing the destructive kind as the situation demands. We have need of three suitable rods for the upcoming trials to join the vaunted ranks of the Temple Knights.	154	5	4	54	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918040	true	0	1.0	314496	3640	310	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
926	924	Fruit of the Loom	The frigid temperatures of Coerthas build character and the withal to brave the elements in combat, but even beasts know to retreat to shelter when the wind becomes so cold that breath turns to icicles. A handful of infantrymen prefer to spend these volatile days keeping the company of an elderly spinster, who dedicates herself entirely to weaving the material to be raised high as our flags in battle. They ask for dark chestnut spinning wheels to assist the crone in her commendable efforts.	153	5	4	54	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918041	true	0	1.0	368064	4160	310	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
927	925	Like Lemon on a Lumbercut (L)	As I lamented the loss of another wagon to the Horde, a curious report came across my desk regarding the efficacy of bitterdrake as a deterrent against dragons. A splendid idea came to mind, that we might refurbish the wagons with dark chestnut wood treated with bitterdrake oil, ensuring any dragon that attacks our caravans will suffer a most unpleasant surprise. Deliver to me the finest lengths of lumber that work might begin posthaste.	153	5	4	54	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918042	true	0	1.0	78624	1092	315	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
928	926	The Long Armillae of the Law	The master carpenter of House Dzemael has outdone himself with designs he assures me will better withstand a Dravanian assault. What mockery 'twould be if the dragons could not destroy a wooden building with their infernal breath! I grow excited at the prospect and would show my support with a gift of chestnut armillae carved with the Rook's sigil.	153	5	4	56	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918043	true	0	1.0	198778	936	301	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
929	927	Don't Ask Wyvern	I have received unfortunate news that one of our supply vessels headed towards Falcon's Nest was assailed by a wyvern, littering broken bows and bodies upon Coerthan cliffs. The wife of a perished merchant grits her teeth for vengeance instead of compensation, and has requested a quality hallowed chestnut composite bow, the same stock lost along with her beloved. When asked why she wanted naught but this, she expressed she wanted to spend the rest of her days drifting from vessel to vessel in the skies, tracking the very wyvern that robbed her of her former life so no other will feel the pain she has endured.	153	5	4	56	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918044	true	0	1.0	184032	832	301	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
930	928	Aim to Please	It's simple knowledge for any greenhorn in archery to keep the arrow at the height of your eyes as you aim, but a poor lowborn bastard training for the volunteer militia let an arrow fly too close to his face and nearly took his own eye out with the feathered end! Useless, the lot of them, but it can't be helped especially if it gives the poor a reason to help the campaign. Craft him a hallowed chestnut mask of aiming so he is less like to hurt himself and more like to let arrows fly in the face of nightmares with scales and teeth.	151	5	4	56	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918045	true	0	1.0	92016	832	306	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
931	929	Wooden Ambitions (L)	House Dzemael's master carpenter at Falcon's Nest has requested a set of chestnut armillae for every member of his guild, vital equipment for protecting the wrists of the artisans from protruding nails, splintering wood and the unexpected axe to the wrist. The craftsmanship of Dzemael goes without rival, hence I would refuse them not for what they desire if it means an even sturdier barracks.	153	5	4	56	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918046	true	0	1.0	397556	4680	311	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
932	930	A Sky Pirate's Life for Me (L)	Following a tragic airship ambush by wyverns, a fellowship of Ishgardian merchants have decided enough is enough, and rally behind an enraged widow to form a wandering brigade of armed escorts eager to dock any ship to splatter the decks with wyvern gore. The Temple Knights welcome any man or woman that holds such hatred against the foe to take to arms of their own accord, so I would ask you make them bows with tightened strings that sing as the curs fall from the heavens.	153	5	4	56	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918047	true	0	1.0	368064	4160	311	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
933	931	To Protect My City, I Must Wear a Mask (L)	The ranks of archers in the militia have been steadily increasing, and they demand wooden masks with which to “protect their identities.” I suppose civilians fear such trivial things as a Dravanian outflyer remembering their faces. If they were to perform their duty properly, the last thing the enemy would behold would be the scarlet pool of its own blood. Nevertheless, we seek to fill their order if it will keep their fervor burning.	151	5	4	56	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918048	true	0	1.0	92016	1248	316	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
934	932	Birch, Please	In the aftermath of Vishap's assault on the Steps of Faith, there has been a flurry of plans to rebuild Ishgard's defenses, one in particular calling for the construction of a new ballista watchtower. The urgency of the situation calls for vast amounts of lumber, and of a kind sturdy enough to support a two-tonze dragonkiller. Bring us as much birch as you can so construction can begin posthaste.	153	5	4	58	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918049	true	0	1.0	198778	936	302	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
935	933	Anatomy of a Drill Bit	Ordinary arrows do little more than tickle our scaled foes, and many a foreign sellsword learns this too late, and to their sorrow. Nay, in order to do real damage, the arrowheads must be made sharp enough to shave with. To achieve the edge we seek, we're always in need of grinding wheels, and no ordinary ones at that.	153	5	4	58	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918050	true	0	1.0	200232	988	302	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
936	934	Hold on Adamantite	The dragoons tasked with aiding House Durendaire in retaking the Stone Vigil have proposed the usage of the formation known as the Barbed Adamantoise, in which men join shields and march in unison with protruding spears to deter attack. Adamantite spears are one of the few weapons strong enough to shatter Dravanian skulls and will prove worth a trial run.	151	5	4	58	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918051	true	0	1.0	99389	936	307	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
937	935	Built This City on Blocks and Soul (L)	The Temple Knights are more concerned with security and stability and would settle for a complete lack of decor, even if 'twere an utter eyesore. Yet the Holy See views the world in a completely different shade, and the new ballista watchtower to be built in the capital has fallen under the eye of the theocracy, which requests for adjustments to the building plans─more dignified, more majestic, more sacred. An expansion of the tower means an extensive amount of wood to build it, to which I would request your carpentry skills. Make haste, for the Vault has already announced a mass coinciding with its completion to stir the hearts of the people.	153	5	4	58	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918052	true	0	1.0	397556	4680	312	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
938	936	Pulling Them to the Grind (L)	The Skysteel Manufactory has made vast improvements to our arrowheads, marrying traditional archery with machinistry, and the lord commander has ordered production to increase threefold. More sharpened arrowheads means a new line of dragonscale grinding wheels with which to whet them, and a cofferful to whoever can deliver them the swiftest.	153	5	4	58	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918053	true	0	1.0	400464	4940	312	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
939	937	Spears for Stone Vigilantes (L)	House Durendaire has had much success in recent days in spilling the brains of mewling Dravanians across the chambers of the Stone Vigil with its shield-to-spear Barbed Adamantoise posture, and seeks to increase the squadrons of knights tenfold using the tactic. The Horde has amassed more followers to challenge the knights in the Vigil's courtyard for what could intensify into an all-out bloodbath. Pray deliver adamantite spears in peak quality as soon as possible or else the High House is not foreseen to triumph.	151	5	4	58	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	9	88	0	62	80014	918054	true	0	1.0	99389	1404	317	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
940	938	Pummeling Abroad	House Fortemps, in its queer taste for the exotic, has initiated a bizarre exchange which allows for one outsider─a pugilist from Ul'dah─to come to teach the men his art while one of our machinists travels abroad. The student has been here nary a fortnight and makes high-handed demands for his lesson, in this case, a belt that can properly take a kick in the gut. I'll not entertain his request by having our best tanners labor beyond courtesy, so he will have to make do with whatever you can muster.	151	9	4	50	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918055	true	0	1.0	95040	520	398	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
941	939	From Mud to Mourning	Bards regale audiences with the tales of victories, failures are carried by whispers and mourning, yet none recall what happens on the field in the immediate aftermath of a battle. Out of sight, out of mind, as one would say, but when the chirurgeons have done all in their power, a special mortuary team arrives─primarily lowborn and devoid of talents in combat─to salvage ammunition and decide proper treatment for the war dead, and they have much need for attire that can endure the roughness of the terrain. One has been sent on a mission to a particularly swampy corner of the Dravanian hinterlands, and has placed an order for new jackboots before departure.	153	9	4	50	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918056	true	0	1.0	122918	624	398	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
942	940	Glorified Hole-punchers	The baseborn cannot be trusted to take up the bow for anyone but themselves, and I expect half could not tell a quiver from a wineskin. 'Twould prove a blessing if any could puncture the wings of the smaller outflyers while the knights handle the wyrms of monstrous size. Standard gloves of archery should steady the arms of the uninitiated and see the arrows closer to their marks.	151	9	4	50	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918057	true	0	1.0	47520	520	403	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
943	941	Below Tradition's Belt (L)	Pugilism has piqued the curiosity of some of the knights, and through the coffer provisions list, I have seen an unusual increase in orders inked for belts abetting the art. However, the leatherworkers of Ishgard have tossed the list with scorn, barely holding their tongues of condemning the knights to using outside influences. Foreign arts should be trusted to a foreigner, I suppose, and who better could I ask than you?	151	9	4	50	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918058	true	0	1.0	190080	2600	408	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
944	942	These Boots Are Made for Hawkin' (L)	'Tis with great sorrow that I have received a letter from a commander who writes that we lost scores of men in the western highlands during a skirmish with an enormous dragon. While the fiend was vanquished, the carnage was such that the deceased cannot be returned to the capital, and we have no choice but to bury them in the field. Other armies may leave their dead to rot as they press on, but Halonic law states that all knights are to be prepared for their ascension to Her halls, and thus I have asked for a handful of priests to join the mortuary contingent, who must needs replace their thin slippers with something more formidable for the journey.	153	9	4	50	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918059	true	0	1.0	245836	3120	408	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
945	943	Treat Them with Kid Gloves (L)	The edict for a volunteer militia shall afford our knights much-needed relief, yet the Pillars have seen less enthusiasm than one would desire. 'Twould be unthinkable to allow the commoners of Foundation to keep space on the roofs of the manors with their unkempt miens, so the maidservants have volunteered to learn archery─on the condition that they wear soft gloves, as their hands must be kept soft and free of dirt for accommodating their lords and ladies.	151	9	4	50	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918060	true	0	1.0	47520	780	413	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
946	944	You Could Say It's a Moving Target	Swift and cunning bastards wyverns are─as if the rats of the sky can read our minds. When one veers left, our archers let fly on the right. It stops its wings and drops towards earth when it hears the ballista's twang, only to pick up again after the bolt is set on its path. A seasoned knight can adapt to these maneuvers, but should a greenhorn make a misperception, it could mean death for an entire squadron. Wyvernskin is what I need, stretched across a frame and tied to a bateleur's neck for target practice.	151	9	4	52	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918061	true	0	1.0	122918	624	399	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
947	945	Maybe He's a Lion	A Convictor by the name of Lioneleaux has gained some fame among his kind for felling a much-feared wyvern captain that left only men's heads to fall from the clouds. His accomplishment is to be praised, for the death of the guts-griping monstrosity has opened supply routes once closed off due to the threat. To honor such a momentous victory, I would have a “lion” mane of wyvernskin fashioned for him in his family's name.	151	9	4	52	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918062	true	0	1.0	140746	676	399	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
948	946	(Don't) Love the Skin You're In	There are some who swear that the skin of a dragon will writhe ever so slightly around your arms when its brethren are near, for the flesh yet yearns to join the roaring song though the spirit may be in the hells. Whether there is truth to this or not, it serves to keep soldiers ever alert to the dread tightening of their dragon hide tunics.	151	9	4	52	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918063	true	0	1.0	61459	624	404	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
949	947	They Call It Bloody Mary (L)	The knights train their archers using an enormous mannequin in the form of a Dravanian subordinate, hung from a chain and filled with Dzemael tomatoes in the heart, head and abdomen─should an arrow hit its mark, one would know straight away with the resulting spray of juices. Unfortunately, too many good shots over time also make for a mushy mess pouring out of the punctures, attracting flies and stray animals. The old skins on the mannequin must needs be replaced with fresh ones, to which I would entrust you the task.	151	9	4	52	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918064	true	0	1.0	245836	3120	409	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
950	948	The Wyvern of It (L)	A lone Convictor knight has succeeded in slaying a deadly wyvern, and I would bestow upon him a reward befitting his accomplishment. The helm will mark him for a hero among his brothers and sisters, and it is my hope that they, too, will be inspired to great feats in the name of the Holy See.	151	9	4	52	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918065	true	0	1.0	281492	3380	409	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
951	949	Belting Out the Low Notes (L)	This volunteer militia about which the Holy See has been so enlivened is starting to look no more than a regular mercenary unit, and their demands are becoming such. I've warned about giving the commoners equal armor as the men who train as deathbringers, but it seems to fall upon deaf ears so long as it fulfills the word of Halone as every Ishgardian as warrior. I have no choice but to serve up wyvernskin belts on a silver platter, but I would complain not if you chose to withhold quality.	151	9	4	52	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918066	true	0	1.0	61459	936	414	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
952	950	Overall, We Blend In	The village of Hemlock in the western highlands of Coerthas was thought to be abandoned, but rumors have surfaced that men are attempting to reclaim the ruins for sinister purposes. The inquisition would like to send one of their own to investigate, disguised as a farmhand returning home. She must needs look convincing, and thus requires suitable garb.	153	9	4	54	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918067	true	0	1.0	184032	832	400	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
953	951	Tally Ho, Chocobo	I know of a hunter in Tailfeather who has perfected his posture on loosing arrows from chocoback with such deadly accuracy that he could be confused for a right cavalier...if it were not for the dismal lack of barding on his chocobo. 'Tis a pity for both, as the bird would be more like to cooperate if it were not kicked and scraped on the sides by shoes made of hard tack leather. Deliver me a pair of soft dhalmelskin boots so the poor thing will have some sort of protection.	153	9	4	54	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918068	true	0	1.0	171864	780	400	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
954	952	Dragoon Drop Rate	When we make our rounds to the Congregation's training facilities to choose hopefuls for the Knights Dragoon, I have noticed the uptick in lowborn numbers among the new recruits. While it is good to give them the benefit of the doubt as their desperate situation allows them to take more risks than their highborn counterparts, sense it does not make to give candidates quality armor from the start─they have a nasty habit of dropping.	156	9	4	54	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918069	true	0	1.0	85932	780	405	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
955	953	Eviction Notice (L)	To prevent the ruins of Hemlock from turning into a nest of Dravanian harriers, the Holy See has ordered refugees currently residing in Foundation to return to the western highlands and restore their village to pre-Calamity form. Sew up sets of Hamlet's traditional garb to be sent to the refugees' places of residence in Ishgard as a message marking the end of their stay.	153	9	4	54	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918070	true	0	1.0	368064	4160	410	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
956	954	Hunting Heretics (L)	A small cadre of hunters in the Chocobo Forest had caught an unbeliever with knife in hand ready to slit the throats of the hatchlings being groomed for divine service. When she fled through the trees, they gave chase and kept her deposed until the knights arrived to serve the Fury─by hanging the witch from the bough of a caelumtree. The hunters are looking hungrily for a reward, to which I would commission you thus for boots a might nicer than the pieces of fetid old leather hanging from their ankles.	153	9	4	54	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918071	true	0	1.0	343728	3900	410	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
957	955	Exploiting the Adroit (L)	Children who lose their fathers to the jagged maws of Dravanians make fine candidates for the ranks of the dragoons, for theirs is a special contempt which cannot be found in the hearts of ordinary men. The commanders can oft tell who they are, and thus seek to nurture that hatred through painful sessions which force them to relive their nightmares. The ranks will be thinned out sure enough, hence we must make use of breeches tough enough to withstand the grazing of sharp teeth, but expendable enough for those who crack from the pressure.	156	9	4	54	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918072	true	0	1.0	85932	1170	415	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
958	956	Don't Sweat the Small Fry	One of the spryer recruits for the Knights Dragoon has bested a lesser drake that wandered into field training, and his comrades have mockingly titled him “wyrmslayer” ever since. Feh. How generous naivety is that they would sooner piss themselves upon encountering a formidable wyrm of Nidhogg's choosing. Nevertheless, the lad does deserve some recognition for his feat. Present me with a pair of dragonskin wristbands to commemorate his small victory.	156	9	4	56	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918073	true	0	1.0	198778	936	401	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
959	957	I Need Your Glove Tonight	A knight who sustained dire injuries when he fell from a cliff would have perished had it not been for a passing Halonic priest, who offered a most unusual “prayer.” If I did not know better, I would say he has a true healing gift─one that is often reserved for chaplains. I would much like to express our gratitude for the knight's rescue with a pair of dragonskin gloves to aid him in his future endeavors.	154	9	4	56	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918074	true	0	1.0	184032	832	401	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
960	958	Trainin' the Neck	I'm sure you've seen what a herculean task it is to slay a dragon mightier than the ones that mindlessly roam the land. Though its magnitude allows for expectation on its movements, a draconian of that size has power to shock a soldier still. With the help of the Skysteel Manufactory, we have been undertaking the creation of a full-sized model in the likeness of a large Dravanian, complete with wooden joints that move as a dragon would, a torch pipe to breathe fire as a dragon would, and now, it must needs be armored as a dragon would. Bring us enough circles of dragon leather to form the neck.	151	9	4	56	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918075	true	0	1.0	92016	832	406	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
961	959	It's All in the Wrists (L)	Oh, how I do enjoy putting fresh-faced dragoon hopefuls in their place─especially those prized peacocks who strut about and boast of the unnecessarily ornate helms that their noble fathers had bestowed upon them. So foolish are they to forget it is the wrists at which a Dravanian snaps, for manipulating the slicing of the lance. After all, what good is a head without wrists to command? The gudgeons will learn soon enough as their training proceeds, so I would commission you for sets of dragonskin bands to prepare them for their rude awakening.	156	9	4	56	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918076	true	0	1.0	397556	4680	411	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
962	960	Halonic Drake Handlers (L)	It would seem the priests of the Holy See have taken to more desperate measures since fewer Ishgardians have been seen worshipping in the church, and have taken to the streets to torture a dragon-like scalekin in chains wearing naught but their acolyte robes, showing if one believes in the superior powers of Halone, they will come to no harm in their massacre of the dragons. As a hospitalier, I cannot condone these actions, but there are none to object to the will of the Holy See and its ministries. I suppose I will need extra sets of gloves on hand to address the emergency surgeries that will follow.	154	9	4	56	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918077	true	0	1.0	368064	4160	411	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
963	961	Training Is Only Skin-tight (L)	We have commissioned the Skysteel Manufactory to build a life-sized model dragon for use in drills. Alas, while the machine functions as it should, its appearance leaves a little something to be desired. In order to enhance our knights' training experience, we require a goodly supply of dragonskin to drape over the body.	151	9	4	56	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918078	true	0	1.0	92016	1248	416	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
964	962	Starting Off on the Wrong Foot	Through the fire and flames of their rigorous training, even those candidates of the Knights Dragoon who show much promise are ill prepared for the final test. It is not a matter of skill but awkward gait, as they are unaccustomed to the burden of the traditional plate bestowed upon them. Before bearing the lance, the candidates must know the weight of serpentskin armguards pressed against their muscles, thus quality work is required.	156	9	4	58	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918079	true	0	1.0	200232	988	402	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
965	963	Bar of the Bannermen	A greenhorn bowman tied a folded Ishgardian battle standard to one of his long arrows, and loosed it from atop a knoll nearby so that it stuck in one of the wooden frames and unraveled in its beautiful blue beauty. He meant it to serve as a warning to the Horde skulking the corridors that House Durendaire would have its retribution without question. The knights were motivated so by his boldness that they commenced another offensive soon after, taking back two of the strongholds. Such respect for the power of morale is deserving of reward, and I would pay you to fashion a belt of serpentskin for the lad.	151	9	4	58	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918080	true	0	1.0	198778	936	402	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
966	964	It Will Knock Your Socks Off	One of the esteemed chosen custodians of the arcane barrier of Saint Daniffen's Collar has completed his initial assessment of the damage, but not without a minor setback. It would seem in his boiling frustration at the few barriers left intact, he kicked one of the remaining active wards, delivering a shock to his system that knocked him straight into the air. Luckily, he was able to recover with Halone's good graces, but his boots had absorbed the impact from the barrier and were promptly torn to shreds. He sheepishly asks they be replaced.	153	9	4	58	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918081	true	0	1.0	100116	988	407	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
967	965	Raising the Dragoons (L)	At last, the final trials for the Knights Dragoon are upon us, and this year's candidates have proven to be the most propitious in quite a long time─all from fine bloodlines, all burning with acrimony towards their scaly adversaries. They call the trial a “mock battle,” yet the only thing mocking about it is that their adversary is not a full-grown wyrm. They will have full reign to demonstrate their skills, thus the birth of a dragoon merits celebratory armor for use in the test.	156	9	4	58	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918082	true	0	1.0	400464	4940	412	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
968	966	Do My Little Turn on the Stonewalk (L)	As House Durendaire claws back into the Stone Vigil inch by inch, they have been successful in securing one of the wide stone awnings within the keep, and archers of reputable skill are being summoned to prevent the dragons from regaining territory. Such a task calls for armor fit to keep the bowmen's backs straight for bells at a time. If you can bring me belts by twilight, I shall pay you double─slow shipments should stand not in the way of Durendaire bowmen launching arrows into the throats of our enemies on the eve of a prosperous advance.	151	9	4	58	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918083	true	0	1.0	397556	4680	412	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
969	967	On My Own Two Feet (L)	The acolytes of the scholasticate left with the daunting task of repairing the broken wards of Saint Daniffen's Collar have seen their numbers depleted due to a recent hushed purge of heretics among their ranks, those whispered to have given secrets of how to release the wards. It is most unfortunate that the remaining faithful find themselves collapsing with aether's toll on their systems in lieu of the absent members. I pray you, sew me pairs of boots imbued with supplemental properties to allow them to stand their ground, and stand it tall.	153	9	4	58	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	13	92	0	62	80014	918084	true	0	1.0	100116	1482	417	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
970	968	Barring the Gates to Foundation	The knights in recent weeks have been dedicating more consideration for unspeakable events such as a full invasion of Ishgard, what it would entail, and what would result. For instance, in such a place as Foundation, one can imagine the chaos that would ensue should smaller wyverns land and chase women and children into the narrow alleyways, ripping them limb from limb. Spears and arrows would be no match for such a gruesome scenario, but a katzbalger in hand could be quite useful in dispatching these foes.	151	6	4	50	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918085	true	0	1.0	109544	572	318	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
971	969	Punching Your Way to Success	As part of a military arts exchange facilitated by House Fortemps, a pugilist from Ul'dah requests a set of arms to demonstrate the...primitive power of his discipline. I've not ventured to Ul'dah in many years, and as you are well aware, we have not the conception of such ungraceful weapons. I suppose you are the only one whom I could task with creating a pair of patas that bear resemblance to that of which he speaks.	151	6	4	50	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918086	true	0	1.0	109544	572	318	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
972	970	With Bearings Straight	The outer shells of the ballistas are sure as steel, but just as men without armor, the inner workings of the dragonkillers are delicate and fickle. A dragonkiller that cannot spin and shoot as swift as the Dravanian soars could mean the deaths of hundreds of men. We must find a worthy blacksmith for hammering out mythrite bearings─bring me smooth samples and I will see to it you are well paid.	153	6	4	50	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918087	true	0	1.0	47520	520	323	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
973	971	Starting Young (L)	The communities of Foundation have been granted permission by the Holy See to conduct defensive training for children too old for wet nurses yet too young to join the knights' ranks. I have not the slightest idea who will be teaching these children to properly use weapons, but the Holy See has spoken, and we are in need of sets of katzbalgers with short reach and small grip─simple enough weapons for the little ones.	151	6	4	50	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918088	true	0	1.0	219088	2860	328	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
974	972	Foreign Exchange (L)	An Ul'dahn pugilist under sponsorship of Fortemps seeks to teach the knights what use hands can be in the case their weapon is disarmed. I scoff at the notion of pummeling a dragon at close range like some angry yeti, however it would seem the men are enjoying the lesson, much to my chagrin. They have started asking for ridiculous claws made of mythrite, to which I'll task you to create for the sake of the lesson. But Halone help me should this thirst for foreign weaponry go too far, as I will have no qualms about putting an end to it entirely.	151	6	4	50	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918089	true	0	1.0	219088	2860	328	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
975	973	Bearing the Brunt	Very clever the Dravanians were in their most recent invasion, for they took special care to disable the dragonkillers first, knowing the ballistas could turn the tides rapidly. While many of our beloved contraptions of death have survived the brunt of the flames and crushing weight, the more sensitive internal gears have been ravaged beyond repair─bearings that allow the contraptions to pivot on command must needs be replaced.	153	6	4	50	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918090	true	0	1.0	47520	780	333	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
976	974	It's All about Execution	I am in need of a tool of execution for a heretic found to be in perjury after dragon spawn was found in her cellar. An axe, you say? Perish the thought! None of the forsaken should be afforded the luxury of a quick clean death for offending the Fury. A longsword wrapped in barbed twine makes for so much the better, as the barbs interfere with the blade, unraveling and entangling with muscle, allowing for three whacks. That should give the convicted enough time to contemplate their birth, adolescence, and death before reaching the gates of the first hell. Mayhap you disagree with my methods? 'Twould be best to satisfy with taking coin than through the looking glass at judgment upon yourself.	155	6	4	52	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918091	true	0	1.0	140746	676	319	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
977	975	Freight and Barrel	Rumors have surfaced of heretics using the knights' supply caravans as a way to quickly move from operation to operation, traveling in barrels and crates in the hull. The Holy See has granted permission of ordinary supply crewmen to arm themselves with a weapon that does not encumber their regular chores, provided any heretic discovered is to be put to death. A pair of stilettos should serve the purpose quite well, as knives can be used for rigging, rope-cutting, and gutting any heretics found belowdecks at a moment's notice.	153	6	4	52	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918092	true	0	1.0	140746	676	319	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
978	976	Cautionary Cutlery	No matter how enticing a plump dragon's flesh may seem to a unit of starving knights, one must never consume its flesh for it amounts to both treason and madness with both a just cause for beheading. Knights stationed in places of the far corners of the map find good meats hard to come by, surrounded by creatures of tough hides and lean composition. A utensil made from mythrite may allow for easy cuts to be carved out and boiled into a stew, and I would have you design a possible prototype to be added to the mess kits.	153	6	4	52	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918093	true	0	1.0	70373	676	324	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
979	977	Too Big to Miss (L)	These are dark times that enshroud Ishgard, when heretics arise from their feathered beds to stir the hearts of the purest, causing the Pillars to clamor that the sinful tongues of the unfaithful must be held accountable. In the name of those vulnerable, we Holy Inquisitors have appealed to the Holy See to grant us powers of an even swifter trial. As they have answered our wish, we require longswords to carry on our persons at all times for particularly sudden sentences. Should you craft us these weapons of justice, I would ensure you are paid very well for your services.	155	6	4	52	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918094	true	0	1.0	281492	3380	329	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
980	978	Stepping on My Heart with Stilettos (L)	A group of questionable gentlemen seem to have boarded a personal air vessel of mine in the Sea of Clouds and asked to be armed with three pairs of stilettos in order to leave the ship and its very supple and desirable passenger unharmed for more interesting work in killing our foes as per Halone's divine command. I would ask you most graciously to provide them to me so they can get to work immediately. Blackmail? No, no. I've just not the time to deal with such trifling matters with the intensity of focus on the war effort!	153	6	4	52	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918095	true	0	1.0	281492	3380	329	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
981	979	Saw, Shank, and Redemption (L)	The Temple Knives, culinarians sent to serve men in the field, have reported that their blades are dull, their ranks fewer, and the snapping drakes near their campfires are increasing in number. The Knives would much prefer to be supplied with cooking utensils that are forged from the same materials as the weapons wielded by their comrades, as they are wont to gut Dravanians as any other Ishgardian. Provide me with a set of mythrite knives suitable for cutting up dhalmel shanks and dragons alike.	153	6	4	52	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918096	true	0	1.0	70373	1014	334	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
982	980	I Could Feel That from Here	One can find many uses for skins stripped from the bones of our enemies─armor, decoys, wiping at the latrine. While one can use their imagination in desecrating the flesh of a dragon, there are not many knives as capable of cutting through such tough material as titanium. A knife smithed with a titanium edge so sharp that the dragon will still scream from hell as it feels its flesh get sliced into pieces.	153	6	4	54	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918097	true	0	1.0	171864	780	320	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
983	981	I Saw the Pine	I heard the carpenters of House Dzemael decided to have a competition on one of their days of rest to see who could cut through a bough of birch the fastest using naught but a rusty amateur's saw─the winner's branch was finally lopped off at the four-bell mark! While it was all in good fun, I do think he should be rewarded with a cleaner cut since the blisters on his hands will not heal any time soon─a saw of hardsilver should do most nicely.	153	6	4	54	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918098	true	0	1.0	171864	780	320	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
984	982	Keep Up with the Mechanics	The Skysteel Manufactory requests a smith worthy of creating some sort of flintlock that will accommodate their machinists' newfangled art. Such weaponry is a mockery of the gifts of war that Halone has bestowed upon us, and thus the blacksmith guild that serves the Temple Knights has declined to take up the offer to forge the strange contraption. I suppose an outsider like you would probably fare better at granting the manufactory's request. I'll even pay you coin for it so they will stop whining in mine ear.	151	6	4	54	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918099	true	0	1.0	78624	728	325	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
985	983	Tensions in Creasing (L)	Halone's fortune favors the brave, and the slaying of a great draconian foe has given us the bounty of bone and scales! But we must make haste to peel the hides off before the bateleurs eat their fill─such valuable material must not go to waste when it can be cut and sewn into garments that look upon the Dravanians with scorn as we storm them in combat. We need creasing knives forged from titanium, on the double!	153	6	4	54	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918100	true	0	1.0	343728	3900	330	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
986	984	I Came, I Sawed, I Conquered (L)	Through our failures do we persevere, and retribution has always been Ishgard's greatest weapon. As piles of shattered dragonkillers lay at our feet, the See's craftsmen are sworn to utmost secrecy as they toil from dawn to dusk working out the skeleton of a new design that will stand the stress tests of both fire and claw. As scrolls of each new prototype fill the planning room, the models dull the teeth of the carpenters' handsaws, thus replacements are in order for them to continue their sessions.	153	6	4	54	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918101	true	0	1.0	343728	3900	330	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
987	985	Unconventional Weaponry (L)	Machinists. Bah. While we've no qualms about introducing advancements from the Skysteel Manufactory to our arsenal, any knight worth his salt knows the weapons ordained by the Fury Herself─the bow, the sword, and the lance─are the ones most like to please the goddess in rendering a more painful and excruciating death. Alas, I have an accord with the manufactory on technology, yet they wish to display the pomp and pistols of their machinists in battle. I'll humor them this once, but I'll not have our blacksmiths distracted from their crafts of traditional weaponry. Thus I would rely on you to provide them with whatever armaments they desire.	151	6	4	54	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918102	true	0	1.0	78624	1092	335	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
988	986	Unbreaker	Only a handful of dragonkillers have special chain pikes and are structured in such a way that keeps them mobile, yet ably bolted to the ground at a moment's notice. Both the pike and the locks must be made of titanium, for if the dragon is too strong, the ballista will be lifted into the air; if the chains are too weak, they shall break and set the monster free─as was the case when the dread Vishap broke through his fetters. Bring me ingots of titanium with which to craft the pieces.	153	6	4	56	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918103	true	0	1.0	184032	832	321	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
989	987	Diamond Sawdust	The restoration of the capital would proceed a great deal quicker if only the handsaws would cooperate. You would think the See's slack-salaried blacksmiths would be able to create aught to accommodate the climate turning wood into ice, but innovation has never been their strong suit, and what good is a handsaw if the teeth are worn down to the nub before a single run through the grain? Forge me a sturdier tool, I will be sure to make it worth your while.	153	6	4	56	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918104	true	0	1.0	193190	884	321	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
990	988	Spirituality Inspector	The Temple Knight blacksmiths may be mere craftsmen, yet their work does not escape the strict oversight accorded by the Holy See. One priest has been a thorn in my side, miserable of his duty and worries more of dirtying his silk robes than unceasing production of equipment. Disgusted by the ash and soot of one of the shops, he declared the smithing tools to be “tainted,” which could merit an inquisitor visit. Luckily, the artisans were merely punished with one-hundred recitations of a famous passage from the <i>Enchiridion</i> and the tools discarded. Somehow, I feel giddy at the prospect of their new tools being replaced by an outsider's hand.	153	6	4	56	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918105	true	0	1.0	96595	884	326	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
991	989	Attack on Titanium (L)	The order has come down from on high for a drastic change in the arsenals of the dragonkillers. Every pike made of wood and iron is to be replaced with those made entirely of titanium. As if such resources are abundant enough to grow on trees! I have the difficult choice of having less bolts than before or swallowing my pride and rounding up more blacksmiths from outside of Ishgard's gates to complete the entire order. Pray do not disappoint me.	153	6	4	56	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918106	true	0	1.0	368064	4160	331	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
992	990	I'm a Lumberjack and I'm Okay (L)	The terrain has become enshrouded in more peril since the Dravanians' emboldened assailed upon Ishgard. While the foe is more like to ignore those but Temple Knights, it would seem that they have developed quite the taste for unarmed purveyors of botany, and their bodies ravaged with fang and scorch marks alike tell the tale. 'Twould seem men of any Discipline of the Land cannot survive without a much heavier arsenal, thus I desire a blacksmith who can use their talent to create axes which might be used to fell both trees and dragon alike.	153	6	4	56	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918107	true	0	1.0	386380	4420	331	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
993	991	The Clamor for Hammers (L)	Ever since the catastrophic events which emboldened our Dravanian adversaries, the smithing guilds have been working their hammer arms to the bone and the hammers themselves to the nub in answering the clamor for better weapons. While struggling to fill the never-ending orders of the Temple Knights, they barely have enough time to repair their own tools before the next arsenal is sent out. There is much coin to be had for a freelancer who can forge them durable hammers─titanium may last longer than others.	153	6	4	56	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918108	true	0	1.0	96595	1326	336	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
994	992	Through Thick and Thin	Under normal circumstances, one would laugh at the notion of a bowman or maiden standing their ground against a towering champion of the Horde, yet that would be underestimating the arsenal at the Temple Knights' disposal. Our arrows are made not from wood, but materials harder than diamonds─a well-placed pierce through a dragon's throat could just as easily incapacitate the foe as one of the dragonkillers! Such shafts, however, are saved only for the most elite marksmen and women, as such, they pay handsomely for adamantite with which to outfit their arrows.	153	6	4	58	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918109	true	0	1.0	198778	936	322	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
995	993	Winter Weather Conditions	The ballistas are much fretted about with care, yet the most vital work comes at dawn when the contraptions are coated in a thick sheet of ice, sealing the gears and immobilizing the pivot chambers. The faster an engineer can pick off the large chunks, the faster the dragonkillers can feed metal into the bare chests of sin. For that, the sharpest dolabras are desired.	153	6	4	58	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918110	true	0	1.0	200232	1040	322	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
996	994	Swords for Plowshares	Following a failed attack by the Horde, a wounded dragon flew as far as the central highlands before falling to earth in a narrow mountain pass, blocking the road. One of our knights, properly equipped, should be capable of hacking the frozen carcass to pieces and reopening the pass to trade.	151	6	4	58	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918111	true	0	1.0	99389	936	327	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
997	995	Piercing Eyes Deserve Piercing Shafts (L)	When an archer releases an arrow, it must be done with some certainty it will hit its mark as the stock is limited. The elites must be even truer to hitting their marks with arsenal of such rare commodity that even time is lost with one release of the string, for it takes days to create a single arrow of adamantite that pierces even the strongest dragonscale. As a result of the Horde's invasion, my need of adamantite nuggets is acute for those elite bowmen stationed along Ishgard's walls.	153	6	4	58	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918112	true	0	1.0	397556	4680	332	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
998	996	The Nightsoil Is Dark and Full of Terrors (L)	Mayhap more darker purpose than prank, someone has poured buckets of sewer water onto rows upon rows of dragonkillers, knowing full well that by morning they would become encased in thick filmy sheets of ice and piss. 'Twould seem punishment for one engineer to break all of the weapons from their statues of scum, therefore sets of dolabras are needed for an entire team to pick out the ballistas.	153	6	4	58	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918113	true	0	1.0	400464	5200	332	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
999	997	Negative, They Are Meat Popsicles (L)	Oft mistaken for hills or debris left by the Calamity, frozen corpses of the Horde are blights on the land and bitter reminders to the knights who lost brothers and sisters in battle. Provide for them swords made of adamantite to remove the eyesores and allow them a peace of mind.	151	6	4	58	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	10	89	0	62	80014	918114	true	0	1.0	99389	1404	337	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1000	998	Your Tasset's Hanging Out	I have always said one cannot trust the baseborn too heavily with the divine task of Halone, for their upbringing in such squalor claims their own welfare before even the Fury. We caught one such man last week, in the midst of him selling his provisioned tassets to settle the debt of his induction into the ranks. He has since been beheaded, so I would ask you to craft another set of tassets to replace the stock lost.	153	7	4	50	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918115	true	0	1.0	95040	520	338	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1001	999	Rivets Run Through It	The grand gates to the city must be able to open and shut at a moment's notice, barring any monstrosities from barreling at the city proper. In light of the devastating consequences that could occur from a Dravanian invasion, the engineers under the auspices of the Temple Knights have commenced replacing the bolts and rivets that hold the vital physical barriers together, and coin will be had for the armorer who can produce mythrite rivets to deny the Horde entry to our sacred city.	153	7	4	50	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918116	true	0	1.0	109544	572	338	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1002	1000	Don't Scuttle with Scutums	No sooner than the dragon takes the air into its lungs that knights must raise their shields to protect them from the following conflagration. Alas, in the unfortunate event that Ishgard is once again under siege by the Horde, every alleyway is the front line, and ill-trained men are more like to burn in their homes than face the fiends head-on. I seek to restore confidence in the volunteer militia by providing them with scutums resistant to the flames, in hopes that when the time comes, they'll have enough wits to use them.	151	7	4	50	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918117	true	0	1.0	54772	572	343	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1003	1001	Tassets Approval (L)	Within the span of one moon, three men of dubious class have reported their mythrite tassets missing, stolen, or beyond repair, and I somehow sense foul play at hand. Swindlers must be punished in giving away the property granted to them to fulfill the Fury's divine wish, and I will have not the knights' armor used for wicked purpose. If it's tassets they want, then you shall craft them for me for good coin. But this time, I will mark them thus and see if they end up in the dark corners of the Crozier, and the culprit shall answer with their hands.	153	7	4	50	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918118	true	0	1.0	190080	2600	348	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1004	1002	A Riveting Revival (L)	While dragons are wont to attack with fire, fang, and claw, the more brazen of the beasts use their bodies as battering rams. In this way have too many of our watchtowers been reduced to splinters. The new towers we are building must be stronger than the old, and to this end we need stronger rivets, among a host of other materials.	153	7	4	50	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918119	true	0	1.0	219088	2860	348	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1005	1003	Shielded by Bureaucracy (L)	Shields, they insisted. For what reason would the merchants and labormen of the Brume require that which even a fledgling knight would struggle to put to use? I oft wonder what will become of this voluntary militia the Holy See has whipped up into a froth─while the extra security is appreciated, the first shields out the guild should be given to those who have dedicated their souls to combat. Alas, the commoners have appealed through the Holy See, knowing well we cannot refute the law of the land. As our official armorers are already over-taxed with orders for more <i>imminent</i> combat, I would commission you to craft shields you feel the commoners deserve.	151	7	4	50	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918120	true	0	1.0	54772	858	353	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1006	1004	Let Faith Light the Way	Treks into the Sea of Clouds are long and arduous, and the less that our men need carry the better. Hence, the order seeks to commission an armorer who can forge a shield for battle that might also serve as a source of light after dark. Coin paid for services will prove substantial.	151	7	4	52	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918121	true	0	1.0	140746	676	339	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1007	1005	The Cut Alembical Cord	As a student of medicine, I tended to scoff at practitioners of alchemy. It was not a forbidden art in my youth, yet it seemed no more than mere biast oil extraction when compared to those righteous trades condoned by the church. Then the capital's doors closed and I soon realized how the same utensils of alchemy were used in the experimentation of new remedies, now exotic commodities in Ishgard's isolation. Produce for me, if you would, an alchemic device worthy for my trials in distillery.	154	7	4	52	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918122	true	0	1.0	122918	624	339	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1008	1006	Pan That Laid the Golden Egg	After several flagons of ale, a House Dzemael blacksmith made a wager with two Temple Knives that he could forge liquid gold in their pans as one would cook an omelette. 'Twas trickery, however─no sooner did our men agree that the blacksmith pulled out a wedge of cheese and popotoes. Needless to say, the Knives are in need of new pans─and one bandages for his broken knuckles.	153	7	4	52	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918123	true	0	1.0	61459	624	344	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1009	1007	Fifty Shields of Blades (L)	War games that pit neophytes against one another are essential to the training, but it should not cost the Holy See more than what they're worth. Youthful vigor is all well and good, but dented bucklers pile up like plywood, and the recruits respect not the weapons nor the time and coin it takes to forge them. Serrated blades along the edges of a shield should turn horseplay into hard discipline for fear of a nasty slicing.	151	7	4	52	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918124	true	0	1.0	281492	3380	349	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1010	1008	Sheer Distill Power (L)	The constant flow of ailing men and women from battlefields and manors alike provide a catalyst for greater resourcefulness in the practice of medicine. I oft wonder if there are paths to be forged along the lines of alchemy, of plant and animal biles that could be put to widespread use in rarer illness. Mayhap an outsider such as yourself could present me with some prototypes that could separate the extract of plants to allow for a wider berth of medicinal discovery.	154	7	4	52	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918125	true	0	1.0	245836	3120	349	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1011	1009	Skillet With Fire (L)	Field culinarians, or the “Temple Knives” are a curious breed, gruff in spirit and able to prepare a feast with minimal ingredients and tools. They are also prone to violent action should anyone intrude upon the sanctity of their kitchen. Their frypans caliente make fearsome weapons, for I have heard tales of bandits who dared to steal foodstuffs fleeing in terror, clutching their charred faces. One such incident has prompted a request for new pans, as the residue stuck to the bottoms of their current ones is interfering with their cooking.	153	7	4	52	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918126	true	0	1.0	61459	936	354	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1012	1010	As the Bolt Flies	As dragons fly, the heights will provide them with protection so long as our dragonkillers cannot reach them. How far a bolt flies is entirely dependent on the strength of the cog-gear that holds the tension and propels it into the dragon's soft underbelly upon release─the more tension it can hold, the more like it can destroy a dragon's perception of “flying to safety.” The methods of creating the cog-gears is a matter of secrecy, yet the coffer of the manufactory would swing wide to an armorer who could bring them titanium nuggets of worthy quality with which to research how much tension it could hold.	153	7	4	54	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918127	true	0	1.0	157248	728	340	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1013	1011	Someone Put Dung in My Helmet	The candidates for the Knights Dragoon are always under intense pressure that leaves both their heads and faith pounding by the end of a training session, to which some forget even the most common of sense. One of the youngbloods was daft enough to place his sallet next to a roped and very well-fed chocobo during his training respite. Needless to say, no amount of water or prayer is going to get the unholy smell of droppings and shame scraped out of the metal. He will need a replacement helmet posthaste.	156	7	4	54	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918128	true	0	1.0	157248	728	340	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1014	1012	Sometimes the South Wins	In memoriam of our knights' heroic foray in the Autumn War against the Ala Mhigans, the Holy See is sponsoring the annual reenactment with knights solely from the four High Houses, two houses on each side. The recreation of the historic battle is in name alone, as the knights never cast off their reputations and the victorious side appears to change every year. Roughhousing is expected and thus quality armor is needed so that the knights may save their intended armor for our Dravanian foes.	151	7	4	54	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918129	true	0	1.0	85932	780	345	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1015	1013	Heavy Metal Banned (L)	The wyverns mock Ishgard, sailing their wings with pride as the wind carries them hundreds of malms into the air out of reach of the precious dragonkillers. The manufactory has completed experiments with lighter metals with great success, and so the order has been carried out for all of the ballistas in the capital to be replaced with cog-gears birthed from titanium, strong enough to launch a bolt a hundred malms high without stripping wood from windlass. Let the Dravanians smirk no longer, and let the skies forecast downpours of blood from on high.	153	7	4	54	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918130	true	0	1.0	314496	3640	350	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1016	1014	Rage against the Scream (L)	As their training forces the Knights Dragoon to respond violently to the screams of dragons, the candidates to join the ranks prefer to use sallets of titanium. Rumor has it that not only is the headpiece as light as a feather, but as the wind blows through the crevices, it mimics such a wail and allows the wearer's hatred to course through their veins tenfold at the mere sound.	156	7	4	54	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918131	true	0	1.0	314496	3640	350	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1017	1015	The Thriller of Autumn (L)	The annual reenactment of a famous Ishgardian victory against the barbarians in the Autumn War is nigh, and the knights of the noble houses have begun their training exercises for period-accurate field warfare. The strategy used in the historic battle differs somewhat from those in our holy duty, as we charged men rather than beasts. Hence the noble knights participating in the mock battle have requested armor made of titanium─light enough to practice running laps for the charge, but still strong enough to withstand a lance thrust.	151	7	4	54	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918132	true	0	1.0	85932	1170	355	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1018	1016	A Squire to Inspire	There have been whispers in the Pillars of an assassin, some say sent from a High House, stealing away in the night to the manor of Haillenarte and trying to stab a knight clad in naught but her nightdress. The blade was diverted by the woman's squire who took the knife in the knight's stead, saying, “So as long as Halone blesses your sword, your death shall be by dragon claw and not by a sullied man's hands.” The blasphemy-monger was swiftly dispatched and the boy treated, but so moved was I by this remark of virtue that I will pay a purseload of coin to the armorer who can craft me a set of tassets to honor the squire.	151	7	4	56	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918133	true	0	1.0	184032	832	341	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1019	1017	A Halonic Masquerade	If you do not cut off the disease at the source, it will continue to spread and manipulate the other parts of the body. We have known for quite a while about Lady Iceheart's treacherous group of knaves, yet it would seem that one faction has splintered off into their own ideology, calling themselves “peacemakers,” yet wearing masks to conceal their identities. The heretics love to use honeyed words to reach the ears of the optimists, so there is need to eliminate the “peace” at any cost through their own devices. I want you to forge a proper scouting mask for me, and tell not a soul if you value your tongue.	155	7	4	56	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918134	true	0	1.0	184032	832	341	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1020	1018	Belle of the Brawl	The knights assigned to capital patrols are oft dissatisfied with their delegation, for it does not compare to those brothers who brave the heat of dragon fire. Hence the fools are more like to vent their vexations ale-sopped, pummeling lowborn ungrateful for their service. Unfortunately, one such brawl has left a peasant less one wife after being struck in the face with a gauntlet. In customary circumstance, the knights would be pulled out into recess, yet with the threat of a Dravanian siege looming over my head, I can afford not to dismiss men of considerable skill. In lieu, I must keep them chastised and the baseborn quiet and sated with his demand─armor fresh from the forge.	151	7	4	56	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918135	true	0	1.0	92016	832	346	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1021	1019	All's Fair in Highborn Assassination (L)	The squire of House Haillenarte who saved his master from assassination is quite vulnerable to retaliation from whomever sent the behest. I have heard rumors of an unwritten code of the High Houses, judging that the person who protected the target of an assassination must have revenge enacted upon himself as well as the original prey, unless the hit is called off as too bothersome a task. 'Twould make sense as so frequent are the vindications that even the nobles themselves bat nary an eye. Nevertheless, the Rose has ordered an extra squadron of bodyguards to be sent to protect the boy, and they are in need of tassets with which to prevent from a gutting themselves.	151	7	4	56	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918136	true	0	1.0	368064	4160	351	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1022	1020	Why I Wear a Mask (L)	My comrades in justice are adept at slipping in and out of the shadows─to catch a heretic, one must mimic their ways with a stout enough resolution to remain untainted and see to the end that the heathens fall hundreds of feet to their death. We are in need of disguises, yet I trust not in the armorers of Ishgard for this task, for there may already be an infestation among their ranks who would sooner spread the word if it meant impeding our righteous work. I entrust it to no soul but you outsider, for if the conspirators anticipate our arrival, there could be but one source.	155	7	4	56	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918137	true	0	1.0	368064	4160	351	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1023	1021	Shouldering the Shut-ins (L)	The ranks of the volunteer militia grow steadfast, with more peasants signing up for equipment by the bell. As knights train in order to grow into their shells, I have my doubts that naught but those who have delved in the smithing trade have enough meat on their arms to carry a bucket of water, let alone a bastard sword. I need someone who can forge something lightweight for the arms that will not hinder the militia slow as tortoises should the Dravanians storm the gates.	151	7	4	56	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918138	true	0	1.0	92016	1248	356	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1024	1022	Sir, Dost Thou Even Heft	One of the knights who will storm the Stone Vigil has been building muscle in a bid to make the next siege the last. While his zeal is more than welcome in the impending victory, the growth of his muscles has split the mail links in the seat of his trousers and thus he has need of an armorer able to fit his girth into a new set of adamantite chain hose before the next operation commences.	151	7	4	58	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918139	true	0	1.0	200232	988	342	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1025	1023	Look Before You Leap	Among the aspiring Knights Dragoon are a talented few who practice jumping attacks in equipment crafted from adamantite, the weight of which will help them to crush a dragon's skull as an eggshell. Alas, one such youth misstepped during his training and landed among the crags, breaking both his legs and armor in the impact. Though his injuries will heal, he requires a new pair of leg guards, and I would entrust none other but a skilled craftsman with the task.	156	7	4	58	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918140	true	0	1.0	200232	1040	342	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1026	1024	The Mast Chance	Some may grouse that their children will have grown before the <i>Protector</i> once again claims the skies as her own. I pay them no heed, for the more time spent, the more like the ship will be unassailable. A handful of rivets is requested to anchor the mast to the baseboards, but take care to craft them from materials which will stand to wear.	153	7	4	58	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918141	true	0	1.0	99389	936	347	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1027	1025	Men in Adamantite (L)	The forces of House Durendaire are the cornerstone of our efforts at the Stone Vigil. To help them continue their fight against our sworn enemy, the Holy See would dispatch a shipment of supplies. Among various other materiels, it is understood that they have great need for stout leg guards suitable for heavy infantry.	151	7	4	58	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918142	true	0	1.0	400464	4940	352	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1028	1026	Patience, Young Grasshopper (L)	The hopefuls of the Knights Dragoon are near the end of their training drills and have grown overconfident with their newfound power in the dragoon jump. A handful boast themselves invincible, and that they are more than ready to practice the jump in heavy adamantite armor, just as those veterans among the ranks. I have warned them that none but a true master of the art would be able to perform the jump with precision in such heavy armor, yet they heed me not. Very well then, the fools will know their folly once removed from the lists due to shattered ankles.	156	7	4	58	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918143	true	0	1.0	400464	5200	352	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1029	1027	The Rose and the Riveter (L)	In the art of airship building, even the most miniscule details must not be overlooked. For all of the <i>Protector</i>'s grandeur, 'twould be all for naught should the hull give out in mid-flight whence the air thins, a common fatal mistake caused by cracks between loose bolts. Cloudtop's finest aviator will not stand for chance. We will need adamantite rivets, and plenty of them.	153	7	4	58	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	11	90	0	62	80014	918144	true	0	1.0	99389	1404	357	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1030	1028	Little Orphan Candy	A knight patrolling the Brume was approached by a lowborn girl who exclaimed that her parents had given her a beautiful present for her nameday. Although she had been told to keep it a secret, in her excitement she revealed that it was a draconian rosary. Needless to say, the girl's parents will not be returning by supper. I would send her some sweets as thanks for her service to the Holy See.	151	12	4	50	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918145	true	0	1.0	109544	572	438	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1031	1029	The Next to Last Supper	Upon returning to Ishgard from a Dravanian campaign, a knight learned that his young wife had been killed during the wyvern attack and buried in his absence. His sister seeks a culinarian who can recreate the dish his wife often used to cook for him─a warm plate of rolled cabbage, so that he may mourn her in his own way before returning to the fray.	153	12	4	50	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918146	true	0	1.0	122918	624	438	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1032	1030	The Aroma of Faith	I care not for men who cannot pull themselves out of their own misfortune, but sometimes the best way to a man's obedience to the war effort is through his taste, and the baseborn find much to hunger for these days. The Holy See is hoping that the knights might be able to entice some of the poorer to the ranks, so I am searching for a dish sample that would whet the appetite enough to consider taking up the sword, but not aught so rich to get them addicted to the life they cannot have. As a master chef, you would know better than I.	153	12	4	50	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918147	true	0	1.0	61459	624	443	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1033	1031	Confections of Confession (L)	A group of street urchins did not go unnoticed as they watched me give a fig bavarois to a child as a reward for pointing out blatant heresy within the walls of Ishgard. I told them there would be plenty of the sweets for any who could point the finger to more heretics so that they could be punished. With gratitude to the little ones, the knights have rounded up seven accused since the last bell, including one amongst themselves! Bake me their due sweets, and the inquisitors will be happy, the children will be happy, and for the moment, all will be safe in Ishgard.	151	12	4	50	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918148	true	0	1.0	219088	2860	448	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1034	1032	Nostalgia through the Stomach (L)	Knights who do not fear death are the most like to be returned the Fury's embrace rather than their families. Although their brothers and sisters may have risen honorably to walk in Halone's halls, those who survive will allow for more dragons to fall at their hands and will return to the capital for a reprieve until they are dispatched once more to the campaign. Returning knights should be given a homecoming that will make them feel more at home with their loved ones, including dishes they have not supped upon in some time.	153	12	4	50	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918149	true	0	1.0	245836	3120	448	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1035	1033	Soup's On (L)	Men who have not the coin for bread to fill their empty stomachs are more inclined to fill themselves on the bread of the forbidden word─indeed, those who fall to their knees in poverty would rather blame the church on their ill fortune rather than their failure to put their prayers to deed, and thus Halone sees them not worthy of Her mercy. Nevertheless, the knights are more inclined to see heretics as more detrimental to the war effort than the hungry, thus the lord commander has a plan to serve the needy to rekindle the faith of the people in the Fury (and possibly recruit more men on the side). I pray you find me a dish that may be worthy of the lowborn's tastes yet for wide provision among the capital.	153	12	4	50	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918150	true	0	1.0	61459	936	453	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1036	1034	Such a Butter Face	Culinarians may see fermented butter as no more than an ingredient for a variety of dishes. Yet knights in backwater locales often use it to shave with knives─an alternative to the expensive creams of the capital. Fermented butter has a rich scent and salve-like texture, making it ideal for this purpose. A shipment has been requested by our forces stationed in the Dravanian forelands, to which I would consult your service.	153	12	4	52	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918151	true	0	1.0	140746	676	439	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1037	1035	Loving That Muffin Top	Second Commander Handeloup has a tendency to remain shut up in his room for days on end, planning and provisioning the next supply caravans in the far reaches of Dravania. He had not requested it, but I think it wise to prepare him a snack to quell his empty stomach devoid of heaviness that would drift him into sleep's embrace. A simple leavened muffin should suffice.	153	12	4	52	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918152	true	0	1.0	140746	676	439	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1038	1036	Persona non Gratin	I have been informed that House Haillenarte has agreed to have its contingents partake in joint training exercises with House Dzemael, and my hope is fixed that the supper that follows will allow for more amity among the two houses. Finding a dish that would dull sharp tongues has proven difficult, but I am confident dhalmel gratin would suffice, with thick consistency of the Dzemael variety and game familiar to Rose Knights.	151	12	4	52	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918153	true	0	1.0	78624	728	444	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1039	1037	No Margarine of Error (L)	The infantrymen are accustomed to braving the elements and finding themselves yalm-deep in mud, sand, and dragon corpses. Yet you would be surprised what improved hygiene does for the morale of the troops, as even those who march to their deaths would prefer to greet Halone with their beards in some form of upkeep. Hence I ask for a large quantity of fermented butter not for culinary purpose, but for the men stationed in Cloudtop where scarce water cannot be used for a clean shave. It may not be the finest of lathers from inside the capital, but Halone has always taught us to be humble in our appearance and overindulgent in our combat.	153	12	4	52	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918154	true	0	1.0	281492	3380	449	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1040	1038	Muffin of the Morn (L)	The night patrol of Ishgard is no easy task, as when heretics are most like to slip through the gates and cast their sinister plots upon a sleeping city is during the witching hour. Since the Calamity, the frigid temperatures at night have made the surveillance all the worse, as the patrolmen shiver in the wind as they walk through the streets. Exhaustion sets in as dawn approaches, and the men oft look forward to lamplight upon the warm, chewy muffins awaiting them. Supply me with the baked goods so they may find hard-earned rest on a full stomach.	153	12	4	52	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918155	true	0	1.0	281492	3380	449	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1041	1039	Recipe for Disaster (L)	What were expected to be joint drills in good faith among the knights of Haillenarte and Dzemael has manifested into measuring the others' strength and speed, with more men joining in by the day. Halone forbid if the nobility put more energy into slicing up dragons than boasting who has downed more of them. I can only hope that dinner will briefly hush the incessant churl-hurling─heaping servings of thick dhalmel gratin should keep them chewing for a while.	151	12	4	52	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918156	true	0	1.0	78624	1092	454	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1042	1040	The Nutcracker's Sweets	While I care not for the meetings at the Congregation on matters of Ishgard's defense, I recognize the gravity of their outcomes and informing the High Houses and the church proper. Therefore, I find myself quite annoyed when one of the Vault's cardinals insists on bringing a pouch of imported Gridanian walnuts, cracking the shells open with his teeth during the deliberations. The noise is most distracting, so I would have you prepare a substitute that would make for a quieter refreshment to be placed at his seat ere he enters the room.	151	12	4	54	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918157	true	0	1.0	193190	884	440	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1043	1041	Breakfast of Champions	The training for the volunteer militia composed of Foundation residents was meant to be brief, yet one of the more rotund merchants is already whining he cannot continue running laps around the forums without a proper meal in his stomach. Provide me with a canteen filled with emerald soup to shut him up, but pray make the broth thin─if he can't hold it in, it'll be easier to scrub off the cobblestone than solid food.	151	12	4	54	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918158	true	0	1.0	184032	832	440	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1044	1042	Old Victories, New Tastes	The Holy See, tiring of the same old culinary fare, is requesting outside assistance in coming up with new tastes for a banquet on the eve of the anniversary festivities of the Autumn War. The best candidate dishes will receive a good handful of coin for their efforts, and I suggested your name as one who might whip up aught promising.	152	12	4	54	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918159	true	0	1.0	96595	884	445	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1045	1043	Time for a Midnight Snack (L)	I am a man of action, and much prefer directing the excitement with the contingents on the battlefield to the mundane strategy meetings in the capital. Listening to the houses droll on from their gilded cages of things nary a relation to the war front cannot compare to stomping Dravanian entrails with your boots with blood splashed across your face. What's worse, the meetings run well into the night and there is no time to break for supper. As I am in charge of preparing the next exchange, I seek a culinarian who will provide me with a meal that is easy to nibble on without making too much noise─the nobles do hate when their prattling is interrupted.	151	12	4	54	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918160	true	0	1.0	386380	4420	450	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1046	1044	Emerald Soup for the Soul (L)	Blasphemy is a ragged peasant swinging a mythrite sword as a drunk with a broken bottle. Without some slight oversight from the Temple Knights, these commoners of the volunteer militia are more like to cause damage than help the effort. No, they must be introduced to more intense standard training...and with any volunteer training comes more dropouts leaving with fancy weapons. Lunch must be provided to sway them to stay, I suppose. Boil me tureens of emerald soup to keep them running.	151	12	4	54	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918161	true	0	1.0	368064	4160	450	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1047	1045	The Eats of Authenticity (L)	While battles that spill the blood of dragons are the most highly regarded, any Ishgardian victory is worthy of Halone's pride. The anniversary of our venture into the Autumn War is nigh, and knights from all noble houses will participate in the annual memoriam reenactment of the great battles against the Ala Mhigan barbarians. Some of the most holy in the church are expected to observe from canopied pavilions, and it seems they look forward to supping on cuisine reminiscent of the season in which the battle was won. As I recall, you are a fine cook of dhalmel fricassee, which would suit the occasion quite nicely.	152	12	4	54	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918162	true	0	1.0	96595	1326	455	0	26	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1048	1046	Saucy for a Suitor	I ask this favor not in my capacity of Temple Knight commander, but in confidence as a personal matter. My daughter pursues a suitor who mentioned once in passing that he is quite fond of fish dishes. Naturally, she wanted to create for him the finest dish he had ever tasted, but used grass carp in her main course, a fish so bitter it would cause one's face to pucker up as soon as tasted. A father should only get involved if it were a matter of threat, yet I feel adding a few drops of hollandaise sauce to the dish might be able to mask its putrid flavor.	151	12	4	56	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918163	true	0	1.0	171864	780	441	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1049	1047	It Goes Down Smoothly	A commander on the battlefield was caught in a crossfire by a ball of fire that burned a hole in his neck. The wound has since closed up, but while he is on the mend, there is much he cannot consume without his throat burning and gurgling up foul humours. I request a serving of frozen spirits, concocted with fresh fruit so the frigid beverage will numb his throat while assuring the proper intake of nutrients.	154	12	4	56	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918164	true	0	1.0	198778	936	441	0	18	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1050	1048	Persuasion of a Higher Power	A priest has arranged for an audience with the lord commander regarding an urgent matter. 'Twould seem the church is looking to enact self-flagellation as part of the training exercise of every knight in the order. While I am all for religious devotion, I can see the lord commander grimacing at the thought of adding it to the already intense drills. I implore you to conjure up seafood delicacies of such fine taste that the priest's opinion might be swayed during the exchange.	153	12	4	56	0	1	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918165	true	0	1.0	99389	936	446	0	26	5	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1051	1049	Saved by the Sauce (L)	In a particularly brutal scuffle with heretics inside the capital's walls, a knight came out victorious and his comrades wanted to cook a banquet to celebrate his name. It is mere bells before the food is to be served to friends and family, and I was invited for a sample taste, to which I regret. The taste was so unholy that with one bite of the gratin, I swear my tongue burned like hellfire. I ask for a culinarian with a skilled hand to mask the horrid taste and save the banquet in the one way I know how─drown everything in hollandaise sauce.	151	12	4	56	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014	918166	true	0	1.0	343728	3900	451	0	18	2	5852425	110089	true	0	14
1052	1050	Quenching the Flame (L)	Those hapless enough to breathe in dragon fire are left with seared throats and are unable to consume ordinary food for moons. In order to provide them with sustenance while easing their hurts, we typically prescribe a mixture of frozen mashed fruits, glasses of which we require posthaste.	154	12	4	56	0	10	0	2300	2300	false	16	95	0	62	80014

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