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10TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_SEQ_00Nazyl Duzyl has a gentle task in mind for your first service to the Sons of Saint Coinach.
21TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_SEQ_01Many Sons of Saint Coinach are far from home, toiling to uncover ancient secrets while hundreds of malms away from family and friends. Take the letters that have traveled that distance, and place them in the Sons' hands.
32TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_SEQ_02Every letter has reached the person it was intended for, but you are somewhat crestfallen, for the letters seemed to leave everyone more vexed than they were before. Speak with Nazyl Duzyl and see what he thinks.
43TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_SEQ_03The worthy bone sifter explains that, vexing or not, the letters remind the naturalists that there is life beyond the dig. You also learn that the Sons are a Sharlayan order, and that their leader is the famed anthropogeographer Rammbroes. Should you have any further questions on the organization's activities, you would do well to seek out his wisdom.
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2524TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_TODO_00Deliver the letter to the sightly Son.
2625TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_TODO_01Deliver the letter to the kindly Son.
2726TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_TODO_02Deliver the letter to the stony Son.
2827TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_TODO_03Report to Nazyl Duzyl.
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4948TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NAZYLDUZYL_000_001The Sons of Saint Coinach draw together the finest minds in Eorzea in order to bend their combined strength upon the Allagan question.
5049TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NAZYLDUZYL_000_002With such a lofty mission comes certain sacrifices\xe2\x94\x80we have all left our homes, friends, and family to be here, you see. Many a sob has been stifled in this camp, I am sure.
5150TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NAZYLDUZYL_000_003Some of us will be here for moons, others for years. We know not what we shall find, or when. Until then, there are the letters, full of news from home.
5251TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NAZYLDUZYL_000_004Will you take these letters to the Sons? Hardly a task for an adventurer, but it will give you an opportunity to see the camp and speak with some of our party.
5352TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCA_000_010A letter from home? Thank you, adventurer.
5453TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCA_000_020Oh, we were at the Phrontistery together. What does she want?
5554TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCA_000_021She's to be wed! How ni\xe2\x94\x80what!? She's worth two of him, the great galumphing oaf! Oh, that'll \x02\x1a\x02\x02\x03never\x02\x1a\x02\x01\x03 last...
5655TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCA_000_025A curious Allagan artifact, gracefully shaped... What function could it have served?
5756TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCB_000_030Nophica be praised, a letter from Gridania! It must be from my wife.
5857TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCB_000_040All well and prospering. She says that...what?
5958TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCB_000_041She writes that she has taught our daughter to say \xe2\x80\x9cPapa home soon.\xe2\x80\x9d She can talk...and I missed her first words. But it has only been three moons since I saw them last!
6059TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCB_000_045Yes, I shall be home soon! With a discovery that atones for my absence...
6160TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCC_000_050A letter? That's a first. I would that 'tis no ill news...
6261TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCC_000_060From the pater? Surely, the mater is not ill again.
6362TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCC_000_061Hm, quite the contrary. She's recovered from her dropsy...and demanding I return home and give her grandchildren.
6463TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCC_000_065<sigh> The pater and mater paid for my studies at the Phrontistery, and they hold it over my head every chance they get. Perhaps I'll find some ancient Allagan secret to minting my own gil...
6564TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NAZYLDUZYL_000_070Thank you, \x02,\r\xff\x07\x02)\x03\xeb\x02\x03\xff\x02 \x02\x03. Even a vexing letter serves the noble purpose of keeping the Sons moored to their lives, you see. I have known other digs where we lost all sense of the world beyond the day's grid.
6665TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NAZYLDUZYL_000_071The Sons of Saint Coinach claim their genesis in Sharlayan, that shining city of learning.
6766TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NAZYLDUZYL_000_072We are all races and clans, united by our passion for the truth about the ancient Allagan civilization. The anthropogeographer Rammbroes is the leader of this endeavor. If you've a mind to stay awhile, it might behoove you to speak with him sooner rather than later.