ffxiv-datamining/csv/quest/020/ClsCul580_02046.csv

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4	0	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_SEQ_00	Melkoko would like to share with you the outcome of Rhoswen's plot.
5	1	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_SEQ_01	Having informed you of Rhoswen's failed attempt to entrap Carvallain, Melkoko remembers that Lyngsath has been looking for you. Hurry over to the Bismarck and ask the guildmaster what he requires of you.
6	2	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_SEQ_02	Lyngsath informs you that Master Dellemont, founder and judge of the contest of his namesake, is due at the Bismarck to inspect the venue. With his hands full preparing for the visit, Lyngsath needs you to cook for an old friend in his stead. The friend, an elderly retired pirate, is fond of meat, but no longer has the teeth with which to masticate it. To this end, Lyngsath bids you prepare for him a dish that is at once meaty and tender─cockatrice meatballs.
7	3	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_SEQ_03	No sooner do you present the cockatrice meatballs to Lyngsath than Master Dellemont arrives at the Bismarck. He waits patiently as the guildmaster serves his old friend, who devours his meal with relish and leaves with a smile on his face. Shortly thereafter, H'mhasi Tia and Melkoko come to pay their respects to Master Dellemont, but an argument breaks out between them which culminates in an unexpected wager. Though she has absolutely no business doing so, Melkoko agrees to relinquish ownership of the Bismarck to H'mhasi Tia should he emerge triumphant in the Dellemont d'Or. Should he lose to you, however, he must give up his calling. The stakes have become exceedingly high; see to it that you are fully prepared for the contest─for Lyngsath's sake, if no one else's. ※The next culinarian quest will be available from Melkoko upon reaching level 60.
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28	24	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_TODO_00	Speak with Lyngsath.
29	25	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_TODO_01	<If(LessThan(IntegerParameter(1),IntegerParameter(2)))>Synthesize a serving of cockatrice meatballs <Sheet(Addon,9,0)/><Else/>Deliver the cockatrice meatballs <Sheet(Addon,9,0)/> to Lyngsath</If>.
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52	48	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_MELKOKO_000_000	Doubtless you're wondering what became of Captain Rhoswen's plot. Well, shortly after you left, she invited Carvallain to her ship for dinner. Alas, he was suspicious of her intent from the first, and refused to put anything in his mouth. He just sat there, poking and prodding his meal...
53	49	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_MELKOKO_000_001	Gah, what a bloody waste! Fer all 'er talk of offin' 'im, it wasn't a trap at all! <sigh> If only she weren't so godsdamned proud an' stubborn...
54	50	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_MELKOKO_000_002	And that's the only news I have to share. ...Ah, right! Lyngsath was looking for you. He seemed to be in a spot of bother, so you had best go and see what's afoot.
55	51	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_MELKOKO_000_005	Lyngsath was looking for you. He seemed to be in a spot of bother, so you had best go and see what's afoot.
56	52	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_LYNGSATH_000_010	Thanks fer comin', <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>. I realize yer busy preparin' fer the contest an' all, but I needs yer 'elp with somethin'.
57	53	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_LYNGSATH_000_011	Ye see, Master Dellemont's due to come an' inspect the Bismarck. I don't doubt ye see the connection, but 'e's the founder o' the contest an' a livin' legend o' cookin'. But most importantly fer you, 'e's also the judge.
58	54	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_LYNGSATH_000_012	Anyroad, I've got me 'ands full tryin' to sort the place out afore Master Dellemont arrives. Thing is, an old friend o' mine's comin' to dine any moment now, but I can't peel meself away from me work long enough to look after 'im. I'd be obliged if ye could prepare 'is meal in me stead.
59	55	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_LYNGSATH_000_013	The man's loved meat since 'e was a young pirate, but age 'as taken its toll, an' 'e's got 'ardly any teeth left.
60	56	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_LYNGSATH_000_014	That bein' the case, I wants ye to cook 'im something what's meaty but tender. A nice servin' o' cockatrice meatballs, say. Thanks in advance, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>.
61	57	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_MELKOKO_000_025
62	58	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_LYNGSATH_000_030	'Ow's the cockatrice meatballs comin' along? Me friend will be 'ere any moment now.
63	59	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_LYNGSATH_100_030	Welcome to the Bismarck, Master Dellemont! We're honored by yer visit!
64	60	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_LYNGSATH_000_031
65	61	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_DELLEMMONT_000_032	You must be Lyngsath's foremost student. Aye, I have heard much and more about your exploits. But you are in the midst of serving a customer─pray do not mind me.
66	62	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_LYNGSATH_000_033	So, 'ow do ye like it, old friend?
67	63	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_GOINKYO02046_000_034	It'sh sho tender it crumblesh in my mouth, but it'sh shtill everything I love about meat─the tashte, the tekshure, the juishinesh! That'sh to shay...I love it!
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69	65	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_LYNGSATH_000_036	'E was the captain of 'is own ship back in the day. Was strong as an ox, too.
70	66	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_LYNGSATH_000_037	But age robbed 'im of 'is strength, along with most of 'is teeth, an' 'e couldn't eat all the stuff 'e loved no more. Seein' 'im 'appy like that, it brings a tear to me eye. Thank ye, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>.
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72	68	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_DELLEMMONT_000_039	I am pleased to see that all is smooth sailing at the Bismarck.
73	69	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_HMHASITIA_000_040	Master Dellemont, it has been a while. I was told that you would be visiting this day, and I wished to pay my respects.
74	70	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_DELLEMMONT_000_041	Ah, if it isn't the reigning champion. You surpassed all expectations last time, and I fully expect that you will do so again.
75	71	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_HMHASITIA_000_042
76	72	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_MELKOKO_000_043	Hmph, who do you think you're fooling with that false modesty?
77	73	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_HMHASITIA_000_044	You're participating in the Dellemont d'Or, too, yes? Do yourself a favor: don't bother preparing a speech. You won't get the chance to use it.
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80	76	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_MELKOKO_000_047	Why, you arrogant...! <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>'s the guild's best culinarian, I'll 'ave ye know! Ye've got nothin' on <If(PlayerParameter(4))>'er<Else/>'im</If>!
81	77	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_HMHASITIA_000_048	So, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/> competes for the honor of the guild. That's all well and good, but how about we compete for something more...tangible? This restaurant, for instance?
82	78	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_MELKOKO_000_049	Done! But if you lose, ye've got to swear to give up bein' a culinarian!
83	79	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_HMHASITIA_000_050	Master Dellemont, may we ask you to stand as witness to this agreement?
84	80	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_DELLEMMONT_000_051	A restaurant and a calling─such high stakes will serve to liven up the contest! I look forward to seeing how this will unfold!
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90	86	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_MELKOKO_000_057
91	87	TEXT_CLSCUL580_02046_LYNGSATH_000_058	I...I didn't just imagine that, did I? Melkoko wagerin' the Bismarck on yer winnin' the Dellemont d'Or? Not to say that I don't believe in ye, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>son</If>...but this place ain't 'ers to wager! Arrrgh, gods-bloody-dammit!
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