ffxiv-datamining/exd-xivdb/quest/011/SubSea164_01150_en.csv

1	0	TEXT_SUBSEA164_01150_SEQ_00	Learned men write that he who is wroth feels not the \x02\x08Z\xe3\xe9\x0c\r\xff)\x02\x08%\xe3\xe9\x0c\x05\xff\x12approach of night\xff\x0cmorning sun\x03\xff*\x02\x08&\xe3\xe9\x0c\x12\xff\rsun overhead\xff\x12approach of night\x03\x03, and Alyrloef certainly seems insensible to all but his pressing need for your service.
2	1	TEXT_SUBSEA164_01150_SEQ_01	Sergeant Roehanth's presence is missed at Tidegate, and Alyrloef bids you hurry to the Founder's Crypt to find him. Speak to Roehanth, but remember that one disturbs a man at his devotions at one's own peril.
3	2	TEXT_SUBSEA164_01150_SEQ_02	Fortunately, you catch Roehanth at the end of his orisons, and the sight of the flowers in your hands disposes him favorably towards you. Place the spring stars on the grave.
4	3	TEXT_SUBSEA164_01150_SEQ_03	The clean scent of spring stars lifts the gloom of this lonely place, and Roehanth's aspect loses much of that brooding look. There is a tale that brings the rough Roegadyn soldier to his knees thus, one you may learn yet by speaking to him.
5	4	TEXT_SUBSEA164_01150_SEQ_04	Before Roehanth, a headstone. Under the stone, a settler named Aerghaemr who breathed his last not on his farm, but holding a trail against the Sahagin as his comrades made their escape. Such is the man that this sergeant and former corsair has chosen as his lodestar.
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25	24	TEXT_SUBSEA164_01150_TODO_00	Speak with Sergeant Roehanth.
26	25	TEXT_SUBSEA164_01150_TODO_01	Place the flowers on the Founder's Crypt.
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49	48	TEXT_SUBSEA164_01150_ALYRLOE_000_000	Where is Roehanth? I told that barnacle the engineers were letting us take the new cannon out for a test. The Twelve know when the mood will next strike those hugger-muggers.
50	49	TEXT_SUBSEA164_01150_ALYRLOE_000_001	Probably over at the crypt again. Morbid, I call it. I like a good wallow now 'n' then, but he broods on dead folk he didn't even know. You go fetch Roehanth, I'd be liable to profane the lichyard by beating him about his thick head with that big stone hourglass.
51	50	TEXT_SUBSEA164_01150_ALYRLOE_000_002	Ah, there I go again, blaspheming the Keeper. Not that I much cared for that poncey\xe2\x94\x80and that's probably 'nother bit of abominating. Here, take these flowers. Roehanth's at the Founder's Crypt. Give him the pretties for the dead, that'll clear my slate with the gods.
52	51	TEXT_SUBSEA164_01150_ROEHANTH_000_010	Rest in the peace of the Twelve, Aerghaemr...
53	52	TEXT_SUBSEA164_01150_ROEHANTH_000_011	Ah, you bring flowers! Come, no need to be shy, there's plenty of space. Small in life, he who sleeps here is large in death.
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56	55	TEXT_SUBSEA164_01150_ROEHANTH_000_030	You'd never know now there was a hamlet here, would ye? Halfstone, 'twas called, built on the sweat of near ten score brows\xe2\x94\x80and put to the Sahagin's torch. The settlers fought, aye, and how, with not a trained soldier among them.
57	56	TEXT_SUBSEA164_01150_ROEHANTH_000_031	Aerghaemr was one of those, a farmer by trade. He stayed behind to cover the final retreat, asking for as many arrows as could be spared. Then he took off his boots and gave 'em to another, saying it wasn't far where he was going. And here he lies now.
58	57	TEXT_SUBSEA164_01150_ROEHANTH_000_032	Time was, I'd be hard-pressed to imagine doing what he did. Ye don't hold fast to much in a privateer's life. No pirate cap'n's going down with her ship and any cap'n who looks to loyalty more than gold is liable to have his throat slit.\x02\x10\x01\x03But now, I got to be better than that, don't I? I got to be more like Aerghaemr.