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2521In with the NewAnticipating 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.96521010393900False920403980012917649True01133011321852257767110007True014
2622Touch and HealCompany 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.96521010393900False920403980012917650True01169011321852257767110007True014
2723A Clogful of CamaraderieOn 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.196521010909000False920405480012917651True0163011221952648092110010True014
2824Bowing OutWhile 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.196521010909000False920405480012917655True01116011231852648092110010True014
2925Got Your BackIxali 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.196521010909000False920405480012917656True01169011331852648092110010True014
3026Gridania's Got TalentThe 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.96521010393900False920403980012917657True0163011331952257767110007True014
3127Bows for the BoysAnticipating 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.96525010393900False920403980012917652True01411014041852257767110007True014
3228Shields for the SerpentsAnticipating 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.96525010393900False920403980012917653True01684016841852257767110007True014
3329Spears and SorceryIn 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.196525010909000False920405480012917654True01279013941952648092110010True014
3430Leaving without LeaveFor 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.196525010909000False920405480012917658True01522014051852648092110010True014
3531A Sword in HandFor 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.196525010909000False920405480012917659True01249017051852648092110010True014
3632Compulsory ConjuryAn 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.96525010393900False920403980012917660True01360013951952257767110007True014
3733Citizens' CanesThe 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.965210010393900False920403980012917523True01428017061852257767110007True014
3834On the MoveNow 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.965210010393900False920403980012917524True01788017061852257767110007True014
3935Raise the RoofThe pillars which support the stable rooves 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.565210010949400False920405480012917525True01378028761952119045110002True014
4036Say It with SpearsWere 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.565210010949400False920405480012917505True01943017471852119045110002True014
4137Life's a StitchNo 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.565210010949400False920405480012917506True011309023071852119045110002True014
4238Shielding SalesSince 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.965210010393900False920403980012917507True01999017071952257767110007True014
4339Re-crating the SceneSeveral 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.965215010393900False920403980012917526True011891023681852257767110007True014
4440Nightmare on My StreetA 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.965215010393900False920403980012917527True011304023581852257767110007True014
4541Driving Up the WallRecent 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.76521501010710700False920405580012917528True01717035081952255476110004True014
4642Nothing to HideThe 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.76521501010710700False920405580012917511True012479024091852255476110004True014
4743What You NeedIn 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.76521501010710700False920405580012917512True011891017091852255476110004True014
4844Bowing to NecessityTo 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.965215010393900False920403980012917513True011492017491952257767110007True014
4945As the Worm TurnsTo 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.965220010393900False920403980012917529True019540287101852257767110007True014
5046Behind the MaskOnce 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.965220010393900False920403980012917530True0116800192102652257767110007True014
5147Militia on My MindWhile 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.136522001012912900False920405680012917531True0128010245101952257677110006True014
5248Grinding It OutA 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.136522001012912900False920405680012917517True0117120293111852257677110006True014
5349Polearms AplentyRecent 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.136522001012912900False920405680012917518True011296091112652257677110006True014
5450Wall Not FoundThe 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.136522001012912900False920405680012917519True018570295111852257677110006True014
5551Daddy's Little GirlA 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.965225010393900False920403980012917673True0147200316121852257767110007True014
5652Tools for the ToolsAfter 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.136522501012912900False920405680012917674True0136390379121952257677110019True014
5753Armoires of the Rich and FamousFurnishings 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.965225010393900False920403980012917675True018660202122652257767110007True014
5854Storm of SwordsFor 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.136522501012912900False920405680012917676True0139990294131852257677110019True014
5955Toys of SummerA “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!136522501012912900False920405680012917677True0136390388131852257677110019True014
6056Heal AwayAs 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.136522501012912900False920405680012917678True0112000107132652257677110019True014
6157Knock on WoodMaster 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.1136523001020620600False920403280012917679True0131070377141953999030110031True014
6258An Expected TourneyOnce 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.965230010393900False920403980012917680True0164910391141852257767110007True014
6359Ceremonial SpearsHouse 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.965230010393900False920403980012917681True01313301602332652257767110007True014
6460The Lone BowmanMaster 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.1136513001020620600False920403280011917682True0162560428151853999030110031True014
6561Live Freelance or DieIn his ceaseless quest to secure Costa del Sol against all enemies, Master Gegeruju has enlisted the services of so-called “freelances,” 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.1136513001020620600False920403280011917683True0167730593151853999030110031True014
6662The Long Lance of the LawMaster 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.1136513001020620600False920403280011917684True01406401842342653999030110031True014
6763Stay on TargetHouse 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.1226523501038538500False920406380012917685True0168670442161953643002110062True014
6864A Tree Grew in GridaniaThe 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.965235010393900False920403980012917686True01105270593161852257767110007True014
6965Flintstone FightThe 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?965235010393900False920403980012917687True01259102112352652257767110007True014
7066Grippy When WetHouse 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.1226523501038538500False920406380012917688True0190240566171853643002110062True014
7167The Cold, Cold GroundThe 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.1226523501038538500False920406380012917689True0172600476171853643002110062True014
7268Bend It Like DurendaireHouse 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.1226523501038538500False920406380012917690True01541401822362653643002110062True014
7369The Arsenal of TheocracyThe 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. 1236524001040240200False920406380012917691True01102600625181953643494110063True014
7470Greenstone for GreenhornsAs 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?965240010393900False920403980012917692True0190590736181852257767110007True014
7571Spin It Like You Mean ItBlack 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.965240010393900False920403980012917693True01615602942372652257767110007True014
7672A Winning ComboFour 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.1236524001040240200False920406380012917694True01102600607191853643494110063True014
7773The Turning PointNot 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. 1236524001040240200False920406380012917695True0163810658191853643494110063True014
7874Ready for a RematchHouse Durendaire, the greatest of Ishgard's High Houses, takes the fall of the Stone Vigil as a personal affront. While others <Emphasis>rebuild</Emphasis> their armory, Durendaire <Emphasis>rethinks</Emphasis>─the constitution, the reach, even the purpose. These spears are destined for blood and glory once they leave your keeping.1236524001040240200False920406380012917696True01615603152382653643494110063True014
7975Trident and ErrorThe 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.1246524501041641600False920406780012917697True01168310845201954258823110064True014
8076Clogs of WarAh, 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.965245010393900False920403980012917698True01106480560201852257767110007True014
8177You Do the Heavy LiftingAdventurers, 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.965245010393900False920403980012917699True01267902032392652257767110007True014
8278Bow Down to MagicThe 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.1246534501041641600False920406780013917700True01854601145211854258823110064True014
8379Bowing to Greater PowerAn 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.1246534501041641600False920406780013917701True01111430511211854258823110064True014
8480Incant Now, Think LaterWe 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.1246534501041641600False920406780013917702True01727903482402654258823110064True014
8581Red in the HeadSince 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 <Emphasis>this</Emphasis> 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.96921010393900False1320803980012917661True016301121021852257767110007True014
8682Underneath It AllA 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.96921010393900False1320803980012917662True019001121021852257767110007True014
8783Sole TradersThirty-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.196921010909000False1320805480012917663True0111601131021952648092110010True014
8884These Boots Are Made for WailingThough 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. An intrepid soldier will march through rugged underbrush, step over sharp rocks, and wade through swampy mire, necessitating the use of boots that can withstand extreme abuse. To ensure their men and women are properly prepared for their duty, the quartermasters of the Lancers' Guild are always on the lookout for quality boots, and skilled leatherworkers to make them.196921010909000False1320805480012917667True0111601131031852648092110010True014
8985Sticking Their Necks OutDespite 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.196921010909000False1320805480012917668True019001121031852648092110010True014
9086Tan Before the BanRumors 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.96921010393900False1320803980012917669True013701121031952257767110007True014
9187Mind over MuzzleSince 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.96925010393900False1320803980012917664True0146601401041852257767110007True014
9288From the Sands to the StageContrary 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.96925010393900False1320803980012917665True0168402241041852257767110007True014
9389In Their ShoesOn 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.196925010909000False1320805480012917666True0152201401041952648092110010True014
9490A Thorn in One's HideA 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.196925010909000False1320805480012917670True0144101401051852648092110010True014
9591A Place to Call HelmA 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.196925010909000False1320805480012917671True0152201701051852648092110010True014
9692Throwing Down the GauntletThroughout 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.96925010393900False1320803980012917672True0152201401051952257767110007True014
9793Quelling Bloody RumorsRumors 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.969210010393900False1320803980012917532True0184301721061852257767110007True014
9894The Bards' GuardsThe 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.969210010393900False1320803980012917533True0153301701061852257767110007True014
9995Saddle SoreAfter 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.569210010949400False1320805480012917534True0122301701061952119045110002True014
10096Only the BestAt 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.569210010949400False1320805480012917508True0199901701071852119045110002True014
10197Simply the BestAt 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.569210010949400False1320805480012917509True0184301721071852119045110002True014
10298Targe UpThe 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 shields 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 targes from the materials stored in their warehouses.969210010393900False1320803980012917510True0199901701071952257767110007True014
10399Choke HoldSince Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre hosted a performance of <Emphasis>Dusk</Emphasis>, 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.969215010393900False1320803980012917535True01101002261081852257767110007True014
104100Heads UpTo 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.969215010393900False1320803980012917536True01189101741081852257767110007True014
105101Skin off Their BacksFrom 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.76921501010710700False1320805580012917537True0161102951081952255476110004True014
106102Back in the BandWhen 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.76921501010710700False1320805580012917514True01169202301091852255476110004True014
107103On Their Feet AgainWhen 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.76921501010710700False1320805580012917515True01159803431091852255476110004True014
108104A Rush on Ringbands<Emphasis>Dusk</Emphasis>, 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.969215010393900False1320803980012917516True01130402301091952257767110007True014
109105Playing the PartEver 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.969220010393900False1320803980012917538True01216002951101852257767110007True014
110106Fire and HideA 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.969220010393900False1320803980012917539True0144401071102652257767110007True014
111107My Sole to TakeTo 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.136922001012912900False1320805680012917540True01216002321101952257677110006True014
112108Hands OnBeing 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.136922001012912900False1320805680012917520True01216002951111852257677110006True014
113109Packing a PunchAfter observing a number of their best spears injured in close-quarter 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.136922001012912900False1320805680012917521True01109701081112652257677110006True014
114110Open to AttackThe 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.136922001012912900False1320805680012917522True01247102481111852257677110006True014
115111Men Who Scare Up GoatsAfter 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.969225010393900False1320803980012917703True01363903171121852257767110007True014
116112Just RewardsTo 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.136922501012912900False1320805680012917704True01324602901121952257677110019True014
117113Breeches Served ColdHow 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.969225010393900False1320803980012917705True01184901721122652257767110007True014
118114No Risk, No RewardTo 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.136922501012912900False1320805680012917706True01308203361131852257677110019True014
119115Campaign in the MembraneThe 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.136922501012912900False1320805680012917707True01416305621131852257677110019True014
120116Quicker than SandWhen 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.136922501012912900False1320805680012917708True01218301071132652257677110019True014
121117Emergency PatchesSensing a blind spot in the market of seafaring accoutrements, Master Gegeruju urgently seeks a supply of top-quality eye patches to bring to market. All skilled crafters are urged to take advantage of this singular opportunity to display their wares across the seas of Eorzea.1136923001020620600False1320803280012917709True01522204101141953999030110031True014
122118Quality over QuantityA 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.969230010393900False1320803980012917710True01442304601141852257767110007True014
123119Best Served ToadNaldiq & 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!969230010393900False1320803980012917711True01107401362732652257767110007True014
124120The Hand that BleedsIn 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.1136913001020620600False1320803280011917712True01677304381151853999030110031True014
125121Slave to FashionLove 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.1136913001020620600False1320803280011917713True01287205631151853999030110031True014
126122Subordinate ClauseOne 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.1136913001020620600False1320803280011917714True01172301932742653999030110031True014
127123The Righteous Tools for the JobThe 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.1226923501038538500False1320806380012917715True01503804561161953643002110062True014
128124Soft Shoe ShuffleBlack 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.969235010393900False1320803980012917716True01830504071161852257767110007True014
129125Supply Side LogicWith 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.969235010393900False1320803980012917717True01149401882752652257767110007True014
130126Springtime for CoerthasHow 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?1226923501038538500False1320806380012917718True01941604901171853643002110062True014
131127Through a Glass BrightlyThe 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.1226923501038538500False1320806380012917719True01941606611171853643002110062True014
132128First They Came for the HereticsThe 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.1226923501038538500False1320806380012917720True01239501472762653643002110062True014
133129The Birdmen of IshgardThey 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.1236924001040240200False1320806380012917721True011026006371181953643494110063True014
134130Skirt ChaserAlways, 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.969240010393900False1320803980012917722True011026004781181852257767110007True014
135131The Tao of RabbitsTrue 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. 969240010393900False1320803980012917723True01615602332772652257767110007True014
136132Foot BluesThe 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.1236924001040240200False1320806380012917724True01905905181191853643494110063True014
137133Not So Alike in DignityAh, 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. 1236924001040240200False1320806380012917725True011256806441191853643494110063True014
138134It's Not a Job, It's a CallingNone 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.1236924001040240200False1320806380012917726True01172301732782653643494110063True014
139135Hold On TightThe 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 sturdy pair of gloves to protect his aging hands.1246924501041641600False1320806780012917727True011374006911201954258823110064True014
140136Too Hot to HandleEvery 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.969245010393900False1320803980012917728True01953505661201852257767110007True014
141137Handle with CareOne 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.969245010393900False1320803980012917729True01542402602792652257767110007True014
142138Fuss in BootsTwo 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.1246934501041641600False1320806780013917730True011374006541211854258823110064True014
143139Tenderfoot MomentsKnowledge 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.1246934501041641600False1320806780013917731True011213205091211854258823110064True014
144140Spelling Me SoftlyThe 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.1246934501041641600False1320806780013917732True01230802022802654258823110064True014
145141Proly HatchetGridania'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.1146611010272700False1020502780011917733True011160113221854143334110034True014
146142Hells BellsThe 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.1146611010272700False1020502780011917734True01630114221854143334110034True014
147143Mending FencesBeen 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.115661101020020000False1020503180011917735True01630115221953998970110030True014
148144Axe Me AnythingThe 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.115661101020020000False1020503180011917736True011690113231853998970110030True014
149145The Unkindest CutWe'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.115661101020020000False1020503180011917737True011690113231853998970110030True014
150146Thank You for Your BusinessYou 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.1146611010272700False1020502780011917738True011330113231954143334110034True014
151147Stainless ChefWith 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.1146615010272700False1020502780011917739True015220140241854143334110034True014
152148I, GladiusA 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.1146615010272700False1020502780011917740True014110168241854143334110034True014
153149Bring Me the Head Knife of Al'bedo DerssiaOur 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.115661501020020000False1020503180011917741True015220140241953998970110030True014
154150Down on the PharmThe 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.115661501020020000False1020503180011917742True015220140251853998970110030True014
155151A Hit JobThe 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.115661501020020000False1020503180011917743True015220168251853998970110030True014
156152As Above, BelowI 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 <Emphasis>that</Emphasis> is what I call getting in front of the problem! And a hint, don't you think?1146615010272700False1020502780011917744True015220168251954143334110034True014
157153Farriers of FortuneThe ditty <Emphasis>Farriers of Fortune</Emphasis> 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.11466110010272700False1020502780011917577True019990172261854143334110034True014
158154Anutha SpathaThe 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.11466110010272700False1020502780011917578True018430227261854143334110034True014
159155Port of Call: Ul'dahI'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.1166611001021821800False1020503380011917579True019990170261954169749110032True014
160156Peddle to the MetalKnow 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.1166611001021821800False1020503380011917583True019990172271854169749110032True014
161157I'm into LeatherThe 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.1166611001021821800False1020503380011917584True019990529271854169749110032True014
162158Twice as SliceI feel a certain reluctance to arm sailors. Traditional or not, a labrys is...well, why in the name of Nophica do they need a <Emphasis>double</Emphasis>–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?11466110010272700False1020502780011917585True0113090173271954143334110034True014
163159Smelt and DealtA 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.11466115010272700False1020502780011917580True017170247281854143334110034True014
164160Awl or NothingThose 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.11466115010272700False1020502780011917581True0118910236281854143334110034True014
165161Riveting RunSome say that one's righteousness is measured in bullets fired one's way. By that definition, the <Emphasis>Ice Princess</Emphasis> 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.1176611501022322300False1020503380011917582True017170173281953999018110033True014
166162Get a Little Bit CloserThe <Emphasis>Ice Princess</Emphasis> 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.1176611501022322300False1020503380011917586True0113040283291853999018110033True014
167163Honest BallastCaptain 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.1176611501022322300False1020503380011917587True0118910235291853999018110033True014
168164Tools of the TradeI 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...11466115010272700False1020502780011917588True0113040235291954143334110034True014
169165Unseamly ConditionsThe 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.11466120010272700False1020502780011917541True0121600292301854143334110034True014
170166Claw DaddyPatriarch'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.11466120010272700False1020502780011917542True0112960192302654143334110034True014
171167Hearth MaulThrough 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.136612001012912900False1020505680012917543True0121600294301952257677110006True014
172168Powderpost DerbyWith 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.136622001012912900False1020505680012917544True0121600289311852257677110006True014
173169The Devil's WorkshopA 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.136622001012912900False1020505680012917545True0112960125312652257677110006True014
174170When Rhalgr Met NophicaWith 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.136622001012912900False1020505680011917546True0121600252311852257677110006True014
175171Time to UpgradeThe 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.11466125010272700False1020502780011917745True0136390384321854143334110034True014
176172Mors DaggerThe 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.136612501012912900False1020505680011917746True0130820336321952257677110019True014
177173Cleaving the GlimThe 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.11466125010272700False1020502780011917747True0121830114322654143334110034True014
178174Lancers' CreedNo 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.136622501012912900False1020505680012917748True0147200310331852257677110019True014
179175I Saw What You Did ThereHe 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.136622501012912900False1020505680012917749True0147200534331852257677110019True014
180176That's Some Fine GrindingWood 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.136622501012912900False1020505680012917750True0121830137332652257677110019True014
181177The Naked BladeEver 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?1136613001020620600False1020503280011917751True0167730416341953999030110031True014
182178Out on a LimbThe 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.11466130010272700False1020502780011917752True0152220389341854143334110034True014
183179Can You Spare a DolabraThe 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.11466130010272700False1020502780011917753True01406402652412654143334110034True014
184180A Spy in the House of LoveA 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.1136613001020620600False1020503280011917754True0152220388351853999030110031True014
185181Hard Knock LifeOf late, too much rest has Master Gegeruju over–languorous, 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.1136613001020620600False1020503280011917755True0152220328351853999030110031True014
186182Don't Fear the ReaperIn 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.1136613001020620600False1020503280011917756True01313301812422653999030110031True014
187183You Spin Me RoundThe 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.1226613501038538500False1020506380011917877True0161490497361953643002110062True014
188184Awl about Who You KnowFirst 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?11466135010272700False1020502780011917878True0172600808361854143334110034True014
189185Spice CadetThere 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.11466135010272700False1020502780011917879True01302302982432654143334110034True014
190186Lending a HandThe 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. 1226623501038538500False1020506380012917880True0172600520371853643002110062True014
191187Colder than SteelThe 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. 1226623501038538500False1020506380012917881True0172600415371853643002110062True014
192188Seemed Like the Thing to GetThe 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.1226623501038538500False1020506380012917882True01435602392442653643002110062True014
193189A Weighty QuestionThe 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.1236614001040240200False1020506380011917883True0179510574381953643494110063True014
194190A Mixed MessageMythril 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! 11466140010272700False1020502780011917884True0179510491381854143334110034True014
195191File That under WhateverWell, 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!11466140010272700False1020502780011917885True01477002632452654143334110034True014
196192Kitchen CasualtiesThe 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.1236624001040240200False1020506380012917886True0179510574391853643494110063True014
197193Get Me to the War on TimeSince 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?1236624001040240200False1020506380012917887True0179510484391853643494110063True014
198194Streamlining OperationsHouse 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.1236624001040240200False1020506380012917888True01477002732462653643494110063True014
199195I'd Rather Be DiggingThe 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.1246614501041641600False1020506780011917889True01137400739401954258823110064True014
200196No Refunds, Only ExchangesAdventurers 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.11466145010272700False1020502780011917890True01106480720401854143334110034True014
201197You Stay on That SideDear me, you again. I know, I know─it <Emphasis>is</Emphasis> 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 sheepherders there seem to have developed a sudden passion for marking property lines with tined wire.11466145010272700False1020502780011917891True01638902942472654143334110034True014
202198Pop That TopMany 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.1246634501041641600False1020506780013917892True01137400847411854258823110064True014
203199Talon TerrorsThe 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.1246634501041641600False1020506780013917893True01106480599411854258823110064True014
204200I Maul RightThe 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.1246634501041641600False1020506780013917894True01638903132482654258823110064True014
205201Ain't Got No IngotsAn 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.1146711010272700False1120602780011917757True01630113421854143334110034True014
206202Skillet LaborWith 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. 1146711010272700False1120602780011917758True011160115421854143334110034True014
207203Eyes Bigger than the PlateRed 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.115671101020020000False1120603180011917759True011160116421953998970110030True014
208204The Alloyed TruthThe 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.115671101020020000False1120603180011917760True01630112431853998970110030True014
209205Don't Hit Me One More TimeWe'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.115671101020020000False1120603180011917761True011690173431853998970110030True014
210206Distill It YourselfI 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!1146711010272700False1120602780011917762True011160114431954143334110034True014
211207You've Got MailArmorers 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.1146715010272700False1120602780011917763True016840144441854143334110034True014
212208Headbangers' ThrallThe 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.1146715010272700False1120602780011917764True015220170441854143334110034True014
213209Bronzed and BurntCooking 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.115671501020020000False1120603180011917765True015220170441953998970110030True014
214210Rodents of Unusual SizeWe 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. 115671501020020000False1120603180011917766True015220144451853998970110030True014
215211Strait Ain't the GateA 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.115671501020020000False1120603180011917767True018460173451853998970110030True014
216212Get into Their HeadsYou 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.1146715010272700False1120602780011917768True015220144451954143334110034True014
217213Waste Not, Want NotThe Holy See of Ishgard has placed an order for a bronze celata, stating that their fit is most pleasing to the chocobos. There are also reports that the dragoons cook rustic stews in the sizable helmets when home is far and the archbishop's commands weigh heavy on their souls.11467110010272700False1120602780011917589True019990175461854143334110034True014
218214All Ovo ThatThey 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.11467110010272700False1120602780011917590True016880350461854143334110034True014
219215Greavous LossesYou 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.1166711001021821800False1120603380011917591True0113090287461954169749110032True014
220216Cook IntentionsI 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!1166711001021821800False1120603380011917595True016880173471854169749110032True014
221217Still the BestNow, 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.1166711001021821800False1120603380011917596True019990322471854169749110032True014
222218Stadium EnvyHave 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!11467110010272700False1120602780011917597True019990229471954143334110034True014
223219Cover GirlThe 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.11467115010272700False1120602780011917592True0118910270481854143334110034True014
224220Fashion WeakVanity 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.11467115010272700False1120602780011917593True0118910374481854143334110034True014
225221Kiss the Pan (Good-bye)As the <Emphasis>Ice Princess</Emphasis> 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?1176711501022322300False1120603380011917594True0113040299481953999018110033True014
226222A Well-rounded CrewThe <Emphasis>Ice Princess</Emphasis> 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.1176711501022322300False1120603380011917598True0118910259491853999018110033True014
227223A Firm HandCaptain 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.1176711501022322300False1120603380011917599True0118910374491853999018110033True014
228224Still Crazy After All These YearsUl'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, <Emphasis>vintian</Emphasis> is the preferred term─would like an alembic to study.11467115010272700False1120602780011917600True0113040402491954143334110034True014
229225Night SquawkerThe 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.11467120010272700False1120602780011917547True0117120330501854143334110034True014
230226Get Me the Hard StuffMost 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.11467120010272700False1120602780011917548True0112960184502654143334110034True014
231227246 Kinds of CheeseThe 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.136712001012912900False1120605680012917549True0114990192501952257677110006True014
232228No Hand-me-downsThere 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.136722001012912900False1120605680012917550True0121600308511852257677110006True014
233229Not Enough HeadroomThe 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.136722001012912900False1120605680012917551True0112960150512652257677110006True014
234230I Was a Teenage WailerAnyone 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.136722001012912900False1120605680011917552True0114990294511852257677110006True014
235231Ingot We TrustThe 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.11467125010272700False1120602780011917769True0116080287521854143334110034True014
236232A Leg to Stand OnThe 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.136712501012912900False1120605680011917770True0169150329521952257677110019True014
237233Insistent SalletsHouse Fortemps of Ishgard has placed an order for steel sallets 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.11467125010272700False1120602780011917771True0121830271522654143334110034True014
238234Need for MeadIn 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.136722501012912900False1120605680012917772True0136390406531852257677110019True014
239235Hot for TeacherIt 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.136722501012912900False1120605680012917773True0158010346531852257677110019True014
240236Get ShirtyThe 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. 136722501012912900False1120605680012917774True0128320273532652257677110019True014
241237Eyes on a Hard BodyThe 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.1136713001020620600False1120603280011917775True0152220467541953999030110031True014
242238Aurochs StarOnce 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.11467130010272700False1120602780011917776True0167730520541854143334110034True014
243239Romper StomperWhen 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. 11467130010272700False1120602780011917777True01265301762492654143334110034True014
244240Skillet ScandalI 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.1136713001020620600False1120603280011917778True0136240414551853999030110031True014
245241Kitty Get Your HelmIn 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.1136713001020620600False1120603280011917779True0167730486551853999030110031True014
246242They've Got LegsRuing 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.1136713001020620600False1120603280011917780True01499403132502653999030110031True014
247243Very Slow ArrayThe 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.1226713501038538500False1120606380011917895True0150380488561953643002110062True014
248244Hollow HallmarksMythril, 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.11467135010272700False1120602780011917896True0128820377561854143334110034True014
249245Get Me the UsualI 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.11467135010272700False1120602780011917897True01827603192512654143334110034True014
250246War Is Tough on the HandsOf 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 the result of extremities being poorly protected from the cold, causing the soldiers to grip their weapons much more fiercely than is necessary. A thick pair of gloves should cure what ails.1226723501038538500False1120606380012917898True0172600725571853643002110062True014
251247Skillet to the StarsIn 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.1226723501038538500False1120606380012917899True0150380384571853643002110062True014
252248I've Got You under My SkinHouse 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.1226723501038538500False1120606380012917900True01498302602522653643002110062True014
253249Liquid PersuasionEven 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.”1236714001040240200False1120606380011917901True01102600714581953643494110063True014
254250Everybody Cut FootlooseThe 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.11467140010272700False1120602780011917902True0190590756581854143334110034True014
255251Distill and Know that I'm RightAh, 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!11467140010272700False1120602780011917903True01615603182532654143334110034True014
256252Metal FatigueA 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.1236724001040240200False1120606380012917904True0179510682591853643494110063True014
257253Family SecretsIt 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.1236724001040240200False1120606380012917905True01102600769591853643494110063True014
258254Employee RetentionA 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.1236724001040240200False1120606380012917906True01615603152542653643494110063True014
259255Feasting the Night AwayThe 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.1246714501041641600False1120606780011917907True0175570742601954258823110064True014
260256Cobalt AforethoughtI 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!11467145010272700False1120602780011917908True0175570484601854143334110034True014
261257Some Dragoons Have All the LuckWould 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.11467145010272700False1120602780011917909True011009804302552654143334110034True014
262258Parasitic WinSome 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.1246734501041641600False1120606780013917910True01152230804611854258823110064True014
263259Booty CallThe 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. 1246734501041641600False1120606780013917911True01121320733611854258823110064True014
264260Dealing with the Tough StuffUnder 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. 1246734501041641600False1120606780013917912True01267902122562654258823110064True014
265261Pork Is a Salty FoodIt 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.11461211010272700False1621102780011917781True0114201131421854143334110034True014
266262Trout Fishing in LimsaThe 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.11461211010272700False1621102780011917782True015401121421854143334110034True014
267263In Hot WaterOne of them that was a hand at the 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 <Emphasis>boiled</Emphasis> egg all this time. I'll have to learn what this “boiling” business is.1156121101020020000False1621103180011917783True016301121421953998970110030True014
268264What a SapThe 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.1156121101020020000False1621103180011917784True013701121431853998970110030True014
269265Meat-lover's SpecialThrice 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.1156121101020020000False1621103180011917785True019001131431853998970110030True014
270266It's Always Sunny in VylbrandAh, 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!11461211010272700False1621102780011917786True013701121431954143334110034True014
271267Whip ItThe 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.11461215010272700False1621102780011917787True0111701391441854143334110034True014
272268Jack of All PlatesWhat can be sold once can be sold twice. Spotting an opportunity in the custom of discarding jack–o'–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.11461215010272700False1621102780011917788True0162802241441854143334110034True014
273269A Real FungiThe 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.1156121501020020000False1621103180011917789True0118101391441953998970110030True014
274270Putting the Squeeze OnFor 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.1156121501020020000False1621103180011917790True0127901401451853998970110030True014
275271Butter Me UpOne 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 bonbons.1156121501020020000False1621103180011917791True0119801731451853998970110030True014
276272Fishy RevelationsQuick, 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!11461215010272700False1621102780011917792True0131401681451954143334110034True014
277273Keep Your Powder DryThe 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.114612110010272700False1621102780011917601True0137801731461854143334110034True014
278274Pretty Enough to EatThe 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.114612110010272700False1621102780011917602True0132201401461854143334110034True014
279275Go Ahead and Dig InSailors 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. 11661211001021821800False1621103380011917603True0199901731461954169749110032True014
280276Chew the FatBad 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.11661211001021821800False1621103380011917607True0147701691471854169749110032True014
281277Fisher of MenAleport'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.11661211001021821800False1621103380011917608True0132201691471854169749110032True014
282278The Bango Zango DietI'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.114612110010272700False1621102780011917609True01104801741471954143334110034True014
283279Omelette's Be FriendsA 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.114612115010272700False1621102780011917604True01177402271481854143334110034True014
284280Shy Is the OysterThe 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.114612115010272700False1621102780011917605True0171701731481854143334110034True014
285281A Total Nut JobThe <Emphasis>Ice Princess</Emphasis> 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.11761211501022322300False1621103380011917606True01192701691481953999018110033True014
286282Sweet Smell of SuccessHaving turned a disappointingly small profit on a consignment of garlic, the <Emphasis>Ice Princess</Emphasis> 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.11761211501022322300False1621103380011917610True01130402351491853999018110033True014
287283Rustic RepastThe captain and crew of the <Emphasis>Ice Princess</Emphasis> 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.11761211501022322300False1621103380011917611True01113902301491853999018110033True014
288284Flakes for FriendsThe 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.114612115010272700False1621102780011917612True01183301691491954143334110034True014
289285A Grape IdeaPoor 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. 114612120010272700False1621102780011917571True01118802881501854143334110034True014
290286Brain FoodThe 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.114612120010272700False1621102780011917572True01131901021502654143334110034True014
291287Feast of All SolesOne 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 one–year remembrance. A militia must protect more than life and livelihood, else what would we fight for?1361212001012912900False1621105680012917573True01186802321501952257677110006True014
292288For Crumbs' SakeThe 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. 1361222001012912900False1621105680012917574True01229602771511852257677110006True014
293289Picnic PanicA 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.1361222001012912900False1621105680012917575True01124901021512652257677110006True014
294290Food FightThe 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.1361222001012912900False1621105680011917576True01225702881511852257677110006True014
295291Convalescence Precedes EssenceSeasickness 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.114612125010272700False1621102780011917793True01550602831521854143334110034True014
296292Cooking with GasThe 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 a–growl. Stew stations are being set up to ensure that some of the fog of war will be fragrant steam rising from iron pots.1361212501012912900False1621105680011917794True01200102831521952257677110019True014
297293Fever PitchThere 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.114612125010272700False1621102780011917795True0112990841522654143334110034True014
298294Whirled PeasThe 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.1361222501012912900False1621105680012917796True01318002881531852257677110019True014
299295Love's Crumpets LostThe 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.1361222501012912900False1621105680012917797True01534301691531852257677110019True014
300296I Love LampreyTidy 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.1361222501012912900False1621105680012917798True01200601121532652257677110019True014
301297Pretty as a PictureThe 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. 11361213001020620600False1621103280011917799True01362403471541953999030110031True014
302298Bloody Good Tart, ThisThe 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.114612130010272700False1621102780011917800True01724302941541854143334110034True014
303299True GritsA 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.114612130010272700False1621102780011917801True0117230692892654143334110034True014
304300Gegeruju Gets DownA 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.11361213001020620600False1621103280011917802True01573903381551853999030110031True014
305301Point Them with the Sticky EndSome 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.11361213001020620600False1621103280011917803True01522205341551853999030110031True014
306302Sole SurvivorHaving 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.11361213001020620600False1621103280011917804True01203301142902653999030110031True014
307303No More Dumpster DivingThe 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.12261213501038538500False1621106380011917913True01686703981561953643002110062True014
308304Don't Turn Up Your NoseYou 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.114612135010272700False1621102780011917914True01575705321561854143334110034True014
309305Feeding FrenzyI 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.114612135010272700False1621102780011917915True0130230912912654143334110034True014
310306Winter of Our DiscontentA 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.12261223501038538500False1621106380012917916True01360004311571853643002110062True014
311307Rise and DineThe 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 soufflé to thank them for their custom.12261223501038538500False1621106380012917917True01797802501571853643002110062True014
312308Leek Soup for the SoulThe 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.12261223501038538500False1621106380012917918True01419901562922653643002110062True014
313309Moving Up in the WorldWith 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. 12361214001040240200False1621106380011917919True01564304811581953643494110063True014
314310The Perks of Life at SeaI'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!114612140010272700False1621102780011917920True01693504601581854143334110034True014
315311Made by Apple in CoerthasAh, 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.114612140010272700False1621102780011917921True01477002662932654143334110034True014
316312Rolanberry Fields ForeverThere 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.12361224001040240200False1621106380012917922True01564304811591853643494110063True014
317313Good Eats in IshgardHouse 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. 12361224001040240200False1621106380012917923True01961305591591853643494110063True014
318314Pagan PastriesWhile 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.12361224001040240200False1621106380012917924True01449301772942653643494110063True014
319315Culture ClubThe 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.12461214501041641600False1621106780011917925True011064805301601954258823110064True014
320316The Egg FilesThe 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. 114612145010272700False1621102780011917926True011139005591601854143334110034True014
321317Bread in the CloudsYou 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.114612145010272700False1621102780011917927True01757601282952654143334110034True014
322318Comfort Me with MushroomsI 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.12461234501041641600False1621106780013917928True011262705401611854258823110064True014
323319Drinking to Your HealthNeither 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.12461234501041641600False1621106780013917929True01904002511611854258823110064True014
324320Red Letter DayThe 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. 12461234501041641600False1621106780013917930True01542402152962654258823110064True014
325321Mercury RisingAn 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.11861131010515100False1521005180013917805True018001131221854067692110038True014
326322One for the BooksToo 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.11861131010515100False1521005180013917806True0120401141221854067692110038True014
327323Root RushYou 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.1196113101026326300False1521004280013917807True0113301141221953958293110035True014
328324Met a Sticky EndA 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.1196113101026326300False1521004280013917808True0113301151231853958293110035True014
329325Days of ChunderYou 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.1196113101026326300False1521004280013917809True018001121231853958293110035True014
330326The Bleat Is OnIt 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.11861131010515100False1521005180013917810True019801121231954067692110038True014
331327On the DripInvention 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? 11861135010515100False1521005180013917811True0124901391241854067692110038True014
332328Distill, My HeartSince 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.11861135010515100False1521005180013917812True0114201691241854067692110038True014
333329A Jawbreaking Weapon of Staggering WeightGods 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.1196113501026326300False1521004280013917813True0152202931241953958293110035True014
334330Gotta BounceFriend, 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.1196113501026326300False1521004280013917814True0114201401251853958293110035True014
335331Don't Be So TallowFriend, 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.1196113501026326300False1521004280013917815True0136001701251853958293110035True014
336332The Hexster RunoffThe 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.11861135010515100False1521005180013917816True0162801691251954067692110038True014
337333Wand-full TonightThe 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?118611310010515100False1521005180013917637True0199901911261854067692110038True014
338334Morning Glass of EtherAnother 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. 118611310010515100False1521005180013917638True0189301691261854067692110038True014
339335Using Your Arcane Powers for Fun and ProfitThey'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.12061131001027127100False1521004280013917639True01120302301261952540087110036True014
340336One for the RoadWe 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.12061131001027127100False1521004280013917640True0178801681271852540087110036True014
341337You Grow, GirlWe'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. A single unit ought to do.12061131001027127100False1521004280013917641True0189302841271852540087110036True014
342338Unbreak My HeartWalk 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.118611310010515100False1521005180013917642True0168801751271954067692110038True014
343339Shut Up and Take My GilDistasteful 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.118611315010515100False1521005180013917643True01110402301281854067692110038True014
344340Book and a Hard PlaceAs 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. 118611315010515100False1521005180013917644True01227904681281854067692110038True014
345341Kiss of LifeThey 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.12161131501030030000False1521004480013917645True01149201721281952540238110037True014
346342There's Something about BuryA 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.12161131501030030000False1521004480013917646True01227902341291852540238110037True014
347343Sanity PointsThey 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.12161131501030030000False1521004480013917647True01169201701291852540238110037True014
348344Devil Take the ForemostAh, 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.118611315010515100False1521005180013917648True01169201741291954067692110038True014
349345Everything Is ImpossibleYou'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.118611320010515100False1521005180013917565True01216003441301854067692110038True014
350346Don't Forget to Take Your MedsFinal 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.118611320010515100False1521005180013917566True01115601011302654067692110038True014
351347The Writing Is Not on the WallSoot 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.1361132001012912900False1521005680013917567True01171204851301952257677110006True014
352348Dripping with VenomPoison 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.1361122001012912900False1521005680012917568True01216002811311852257677110006True014
353349Blind Man's BluffToo 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.1361122001012912900False1521005680012917569True0177101011312652257677110006True014
354350Hush Little WailerThe 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.1361122001012912900False1521005680012917570True01216002301311852257677110006True014
355351Automata for the PeopleThe 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.118611325010515100False1521005180013917817True01252503261321854067692110038True014
356352Glazed and ConfusedCharged 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.1361132501012912900False1521005680013917818True01216502291321952257677110019True014
357353Sophomore SlumpArcanists 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.118611325010515100False1521005180013917819True01261602031322654067692110038True014
358354Conspicuous ConjurationThe 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.1361122501012912900False1521005680012917820True01363903791331852257677110019True014
359355You Put Your Left Hand InA 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.1361122501012912900False1521005680012917821True01436007151331852257677110019True014
360356The Wailers' First Law of PotionIt 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 hi–potions is no precaution but a necessity─and necessity is the mother of fair compensation.1361122501012912900False1521005680012917822True01173101261332652257677110019True014
361357Just Give Him a SerumLike 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. 11361133001020620600False1521003280013917823True01414103721341953999030110031True014
362358Riches' BrewI 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.118611330010515100False1521005180013917824True01414102961341854067692110038True014
363359Stuck in the MomentWe'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.118611330010515100False1521005180013917825True01217401752812654067692110038True014
364360The Write StuffNo 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.11361113001020620600False1521003280011917826True01414104401351853999030110031True014
365361Eye of the BeholderA 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. 11361113001020620600False1521003280011917827True01414102301351853999030110031True014
366362Growing Is KnowingI 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.11361113001020620600False1521003280011917828True0127950692822653999030110031True014
367363Alive and UnwellThe 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.12261133501038538500False1521006380013917931True01647504621361953643002110062True014
368364The House Always WinsHave 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.118611335010515100False1521005180013917932True01726001921361854067692110038True014
369365Always Have an Exit PlanIt 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.118611335010515100False1521005180013917933True01435601192832654067692110038True014
370366Open Your Grimoire to Page 42Some 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.12261123501038538500False1521006380012917934True01726009721371853643002110062True014
371367The Sting of ConscienceAn 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. 12261123501038538500False1521006380012917935True01647502921371853643002110062True014
372368Going Nowhere FastThe 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.12261123501038538500False1521006380012917936True01388501362842653643002110062True014
373369A Patch-up PlaceWhen 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.12361134001040240200False1521006380013917937True01638104751381953643494110063True014
374370A Bile BusinessHow 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.118611340010515100False1521005180013917938True01407304841381854067692110038True014
375371Your Courtesy Wake-up CallThis 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.118611340010515100False1521005180013917939True01382901602852654067692110038True014
376372No Accounting for WasteHalone 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.12361124001040240200False1521006380012917940True01638106371391853643494110063True014
377373Arcane Arts for DummiesHouse 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.12361124001040240200False1521006380012917941True01942804861391853643494110063True014
378374A Real Smooth MoveCoerthas 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.12361124001040240200False1521006380012917942True01200002142862653643494110063True014
379375Sleepless in SilvertearThe 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. 12461134501041641600False1521006780013917943True01953505341401954258823110064True014
380376Quit Your Jib-jabWe 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.118611345010515100False1521005180013917944True011064804991401854067692110038True014
381377A Matter of Vital ImportanceAh, 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.118611345010515100False1521005180013917945True01572101502872654067692110038True014
382378Shut Up AlreadyThey 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.12461134501041641600False1521006780013917946True01953505571411854258823110064True014
383379Make Up Your Mind or ElseDoubts 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. 12461134501041641600False1521006780013917947True011064804841411854258823110064True014
384380Not Taking No for an AnswerKnowledge 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.12461134501041641600False1521006780013917948True01512701722882654258823110064True014
385381The UnmentionablesThe 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.11861031010515100False1420905180013917829True011690112821854067692110038True014
386382Trew EnoughWe 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.11861031010515100False1420905180013917830True012220114821854067692110038True014
387383Not Cool EnoughGot 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.1196103101026326300False1420904280013917831True011690113821953958293110035True014
388384Hire in the BloodMore 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.1196103101026326300False1420904280013917832True011160112831853958293110035True014
389385Burn Me UpSo 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.1196103101026326300False1420904280013917833True012740115831853958293110035True014
390386Long Hair, Long LifeThe 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.11861031010515100False1420905180013917834True011690113831954067692110038True014
391387The Adventurer's New CoatWith 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.11861035010515100False1420905180013917835True016030140841854067692110038True014
392388A Taste for DalmaticaeWith 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.11861035010515100False1420905180013917836True016030140841854067692110038True014
393389Just for KecksA 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. 1196103501026326300False1420904280013917837True018460169841953958293110035True014
394390Wiggle RoomThe caravan is a <Emphasis>potential</Emphasis> 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.1196103501026326300False1420904280013917838True016840142851853958293110035True014
395391This Is Why You Can't Have Nice ThingsHere'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.1196103501026326300False1420904280013917839True016840142851853958293110035True014
396392Time for ActonAn 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.11861035010515100False1420905180013917840True015730140851954067692110038True014
397393Hat in HandAshgana'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 personal touch that gives it dignity.118610310010515100False1420905180013917625True013780168861854067692110038True014
398394Workplace SafetyAmajina & 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.118610310010515100False1420905180013917626True019990288861854067692110038True014
399395Keep It under WrapsOur 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.12061031001027127100False1420904280013917627True019990292861952540087110036True014
400396Making Gloves Out of Nothing at AllDo 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 <Emphasis>anything.</Emphasis> 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.12061031001027127100False1420904280013917628True0113090172871852540087110036True014
401397Welcome to the Cotton ClubWe'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. 12061031001027127100False1420904280013917629True016880173871852540087110036True014
402398Dirt CheapA 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.118610310010515100False1420905180013917630True016880174871954067692110038True014
403399Read the Fine PrintA 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?118610315010515100False1420905180013917631True0124790240881854067692110038True014
404400Don't Trew So HardI 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.118610315010515100False1420905180013917632True0121850235881854067692110038True014
405401Better Shroud than SorryIt 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.12161031501030030000False1420904480013917633True0124790293881952540238110037True014
406402Pants Are Not EnoughMany 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.12161031501030030000False1420904480013917634True0121850229891852540238110037True014
407403Touch Me If You CanIt 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.12161031501030030000False1420904480013917635True0120790230891852540238110037True014
408404A Drag of a DoubletAmajina & 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.118610315010515100False1420905180013917636True0124790293891954067692110038True014
409405New Shoes, New MeAh, 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 walk a new path, as it were. I shall pay handsomely for a new pair of shoes.118610320010515100False1420905180013917559True0128010293901854067692110038True014
410406Hitting Below the BeltMy 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.118610320010515100False1420905180013917560True011680069902654067692110038True014
411407Doublet JeopardyOutfitting 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.1361032001012912900False1420905680013917561True0128010348901952257677110006True014
412408Getting HandsyWhile 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. 1361022001012912900False1420905680012917562True0128010290911852257677110006True014
413409The Telltale TressThe 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.1361022001012912900False1420905680012917563True0112960107912652257677110006True014
414410Whatchoo Talking AboutThe 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.1361022001012912900False1420905680012917564True0128010348911852257677110006True014
415411Piling It OnUl'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 <Emphasis>is</Emphasis> trading, but what he <Emphasis>should</Emphasis> be─in this case, velveteen blouses for Limsa.118610325010515100False1420905180013917841True0147200317921854067692110038True014
416412I'll Be Your Wailer TodayThe 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.1361032501012912900False1420905680013917842True0136390250921952257677110019True014
417413He's Got LegsThe 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.118610325010515100False1420905180013917843True0124980203922654067692110038True014
418414Pantser CorpsFreeswords 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. 1361022501012912900False1420905680012917844True0141630290931852257677110019True014
419415Put a Lid on ItThere 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.1361022501012912900False1420905680012917845True0136390250931852257677110019True014
420416Bet You AnythingAs 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.1361022501012912900False1420905680012917846True0124980203932652257677110019True014
421417By the Seat of the PantsMaster 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.11361033001020620600False1420903280013917847True0167730473941953999030110031True014
422418By the Short HairsArcanists 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. 118610330010515100False1420905180013917848True0199220413941854067692110038True014
423419Our Man in Ul'dahThe 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. 118610330010515100False1420905180013917849True01344301492652654067692110038True014
424420Half Is the New DoubleLast 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. 11361013001020620600False1420903280011917850True0136240390951853999030110031True014
425421Put on Your Party PantsMaster 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. 11361013001020620600False1420903280011917851True0152220378951853999030110031True014
426422Walk Softly and Carry a Big HalberdThe 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.11361013001020620600False1420903280011917852True01406401492662653999030110031True014
427423Edmelle's HairAnother 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.12261033501038538500False1420906380013917949True0194160554961953643002110062True014
428424Private ConcernsI'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.118610335010515100False1420905180013917950True01105270491961854067692110038True014
429425Crunching the NumbersIn 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.118610335010515100False1420905180013917951True01498302312672654067692110038True014
430426The Wages of SinUnbelievers 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.12261023501038538500False1420906380012917952True01115720572971853643002110062True014
431427In over Your HeadThe 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.12261023501038538500False1420906380012917953True01115720569971853643002110062True014
432428A Leg Up on the ColdIt 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. 12261023501038538500False1420906380012917954True01435602302682653643002110062True014
433429Cool to Be SouthernWhitebrim 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.12361034001040240200False1420906380013917955True01125680631981953643494110063True014
434430After the Smock-downI 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.118610340010515100False1420905180013917956True01125680510981854067692110038True014
435431Party AnimalsThe 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.118610340010515100False1420905180013917957True01615602262692654067692110038True014
436432I'll Swap YouGil 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.12361024001040240200False1420906380012917958True01113680607991853643494110063True014
437433No Country for Cold MenThe 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, <Emphasis>rhythmic</Emphasis> turnover, but there are some in the party who have lived too long not to feel the lancing winds of the north.12361024001040240200False1420906380012917959True0179510520991853643494110063True014
438434A Matter of ImportThe sheepherders 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.12361024001040240200False1420906380012917960True01543502772702653643494110063True014
439435Full Moon FeverAs 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.12461034501041641600False1420906780013917961True011374007141001954258823110064True014
440436Glad As a HatterStillglade 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.118610345010515100False1420905180013917962True011522307541001854067692110038True014
441437Seeing It Through to the EndThe 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.118610345010515100False1420905180013917963True011009803082712654067692110038True014
442438Big in Mor DhonaUnaccustomed 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.12461034501041641600False1420906780013917964True011522307381011854258823110064True014
443439And a Haircut Wouldn't HurtWithout 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.12461034501041641600False1420906780013917965True011992308221011854258823110064True014
444440Bundle Up, It's Odd out ThereThe 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.12461034501041641600False1420906780013917966True01824402922722654258823110064True014
445441Copper and RobbersWe 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.1186831010515100False1220705180013917853True01630113621854067692110038True014
446442Needful RingsWell-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.1186831010515100False1220705180013917854True011690116621854067692110038True014
447443Arms for the PoorThaumaturges 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.119683101026326300False1220704280013917855True01450112621953958293110035True014
448444Hora at MeEver 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.119683101026326300False1220704280013917856True01720112631853958293110035True014
449445Bad BromanceThis one's a personal order, friend. A pal of mine was in that lading accident at Scorpion Crossing. To be more precise, he <Emphasis>caused</Emphasis> 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.119683101026326300False1220704280013917857True01630113631853958293110035True014
450446Water of LifeYou 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.1186831010515100False1220705180013917858True01630112631954067692110038True014
451447Gods of Small ThingsIn 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.1186835010515100False1220705180013917859True013600139641854067692110038True014
452448I Ram What I RamAshgana'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.1186835010515100False1220705180013917860True012230170641854067692110038True014
453449Let's Talk about HexA 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?119683501026326300False1220704280013917861True013040169641953958293110035True014
454450A Ringing SuccessI'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.119683501026326300False1220704280013917862True013600139651853958293110035True014
455451Horn of PlentyI'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.119683501026326300False1220704280013917863True011980140651853958293110035True014
456452A Needle Is a Small SwordAh, 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?1186835010515100False1220705180013917864True013600139651954067692110038True014
457453All That GlittersQuite 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.11868310010515100False1220705180013917613True019990168661854067692110038True014
458454The Tusk at HandAshgana'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.11868310010515100False1220705180013917614True017880288661854067692110038True014
459455An Offer We Can't RefuseEvery 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?1206831001027127100False1220704280013917615True017880250661952540087110036True014
460456Point of HonorWe'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”?1206831001027127100False1220704280013917616True012230168671852540087110036True014
461457Gorgeous GorgetThe 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.1206831001027127100False1220704280013917617True019990293671852540087110036True014
462458Better Four Eyes than NoneI 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?11868310010515100False1220705180013917618True016880288671954067692110038True014
463459Brothers in ArmsOne 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?11868315010515100False1220705180013917619True0118910245681854067692110038True014
464460Forever 21KOn 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.11868315010515100False1220705180013917620True0113040173681854067692110038True014
465461Bad to the BoneIt 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.1216831501030030000False1220704480013917621True0124790529681952540238110037True014
466462Sharp WordsAn 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.1216831501030030000False1220704480013917622True0110100223691852540238110037True014
467463Bad Guys Eat BrassThe 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.1216831501030030000False1220704480013917623True0113040173691852540238110037True014
468464I Am a RockNever 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 otherwise.11868315010515100False1220705180013917624True0124790529691954067692110038True014
469465Perk of FictionPerusal 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. 11868320010515100False1220705180013917553True0110710280701854067692110038True014
470466King for a DayBusiness 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.11868320010515100False1220705180013917554True0112960166702654067692110038True014
471467You Burnt It, You Bought ItA 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.136832001012912900False1220705680013917555True0118290192701952257677110006True014
472468Music to Their EarsLet 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.136822001012912900False1220705680012917556True0121600290711852257677110006True014
473469Dog Tags Are for DogsWith 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.136822001012912900False1220705680012917557True018990105712652257677110006True014
474470One and OnlyThe 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.136822001012912900False1220705680012917558True0110710292711852257677110006True014
475471Love in the Time of UmbraWhen 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.11868325010515100False1220705180013917865True0125250296721854067692110038True014
476472Thaumaturge Is MagicAs 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.136832501012912900False1220705680013917866True0125250252721952257677110019True014
477473All Booked UpThe 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.11868325010515100False1220705180013917867True0121830268722654067692110038True014
478474Necklet of ChampionsThe 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.136822501012912900False1220705680012917868True0125250298731852257677110019True014
479475Keep the ChangeThere 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.136822501012912900False1220705680012917869True0136390485731852257677110019True014
480476Dancing with the StarsThe 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 voice to these murmurs. Make haste, for the stars wait for no man as the trees hurry for no woman.136822501012912900False1220705680012917870True0118490277732652257677110019True014
481477He Has His QuartzMaster 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.1136833001020620600False1220703280013917871True0167730463741953999030110031True014
482478One Man's TrashThis 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?11868330010515100False1220705180013917872True0125900532741854067692110038True014
483479A Little Bird Told MeWhen 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...11868330010515100False1220705180013917873True01313301512572654067692110038True014
484480Renascence ManPassions 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.1136813001020620600False1220703280011917874True0125900355751853999030110031True014
485481It's Only LoveLove 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. 1136813001020620600False1220703280011917875True0152220485751853999030110031True014
486482Get the Green StuffAll 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. 1136813001020620600False1220703280011917876True01313301512582653999030110031True014
487483Actually, It's LoyaltyThe 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?1226833501038538500False1220706380013917967True0172600596761953643002110062True014
488484Lode It UpI 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.11868335010515100False1220705180013917968True0150380559761854067692110038True014
489485Burning the Midnight OilThe 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.11868335010515100False1220705180013917969True01368901562592654067692110038True014
490486Wear 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.1226823501038538500False1220706380012917970True0172600568771853643002110062True014
491487Dead Can't DefangDeprived 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.1226823501038538500False1220706380012917971True0150380485771853643002110062True014
492488Faith and FashionDid 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.1226823501038538500False1220706380012917972True01302301842602653643002110062True014
493489Coral on My MindThe 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.1236834001040240200False1220706380013917973True0140730498781953643494110063True014
494490When We Were BlingsEver 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.11868340010515100False1220705180013917974True0179510509781854067692110038True014
495491It's My Business to Know ThingsFirst 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...11868340010515100False1220705180013917975True01200002592612654067692110038True014
496492North Ore SouthCommerce 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.1236824001040240200False1220706380012917976True0179510631791853643494110063True014
497493Tough Job MarketHouse 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. 1236824001040240200False1220706380012917977True0167510390791853643494110063True014
498494If You've Got It, Flaunt ItWartime 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. 1236824001040240200False1220706380012917978True01477003272622653643494110063True014
499495Green and Bear ItThe 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.1246834501041641600False1220706780013917979True01106480752801954258823110064True014
500496Gold Is So Last YearThere 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.11868345010515100False1220705180013917980True01137400820801854067692110038True014
501497The Big RedThe 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 way than with a large and lustrous necklace that puts to shame all the miserly bits of coral hawked by others?11868345010515100False1220705180013917981True01453402772632654067692110038True014
502498Sew Not Doing ThisI 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.1246834501041641600False1220706780013917982True0175570583811854258823110064True014
503499Sweet CharitySaint 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.1246834501041641600False1220706780013917983True0175570575811854258823110064True014
504500Light in the DarknessThe 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.1246834501041641600False1220706780013917984True01638903602642654258823110064True014
505501Water, Water EverywhereFollowing 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.2011212010549000False342030548001265602True40.8001652648030110008True325185114
506502No Bane, No GainTo 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.2111212010549000False342030548001265603True40.80011052648030110008True325185214
507503Scourge of the SaplingsAfter 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.2211212010549000False342030548001265604True40.8001752648030110008True325185414
508504Stay for a VileAs 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.2011212010549000False342030548001265609True40.80011152648030110008True325185114
509505Nutbreaker SuiteQuickness 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.2111212010549000False342030548001265610True40.80012352648030110008True325185214
510506Picking Up the PiercersThe 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.2111212010549000False342030548001265611True40.80014052648030110008True325185414
511507Bug Looks Like a LadyLadybugs 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.46111120103120000False342030318001165702True40.8001653998968110028True416714114
512508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。47111120103120000False342030318001165703True40.80011053998968110028True416714014
513509Ain't Nobody Got Time for RatsEvery 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. 46111120103120000False342030318001165704True40.8001753998968110028True416714014
514510A Long and Winding RoadWe 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.53111120103120000False342030318001165705True40.80011153998968110028True416714314
515511On the LambEver 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.48111120103120000False342030318001165706True40.80012353998968110028True416714214
516512Bug BitesThere 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.46111120103120000False342030318001165707True40.80014053998968110028True416714314
517513Road RageNot 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.83113120104226300False342030428001365690True40.8001653958072110022True395669914
518514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。83113120104226300False342030428001365691True40.80011053958072110022True395669714
519515Nothing Compares to ShrewsIt 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.83113120104226300False342030428001365692True40.8001753958072110022True397728314
520516Observe and ProtectThe 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.84113120104226300False342030428001365693True40.80011153958072110022True395669914
521517Either Love Them or Kill ThemA fellow merchant recently arrived on a ship from Radz–at–Han 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.83113120104226300False342030428001365694True40.80012353958072110022True395669714
522518Berries Got BuckedLast 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!83113120104226300False342030428001365695True40.80014053958072110022True397728314
523519We Didn't Start the FireA 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.2311252010549000False342030548001265605True40.800162652648030110009True325185514
524520A Vine Finer than TwineIn 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.2111252010549000False342030548001265606True40.8001621052648030110009True325185514
525521River RaidCommunion with the spirits of the Central Shroud has revealed that someone or some<Emphasis>thing</Emphasis> 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.2411252010549000False342030548001265607True40.800162752648030110009True325185814
526522A Full StomachRecent 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.2411252010549000False342030548001265612True40.8001621152648030110009True325185514
527523Wrangling RaptorsRecently, 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.2511252010549000False342030548001265613True40.8001622352648030110009True325185514
528524Compost with the MostThe 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.2311252010549000False342030548001265614True40.8001624052648030110009True325185514
529525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。48111520103120000False342030318001165708True40.800163653998968110029True416714814
530526No Pain, No GrainBefore 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.49111520103120000False342030318001165709True40.8001631053998968110029True416714614
531527March of the MandragorasForty 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.47111520103120000False342030318001165710True40.800163753998968110029True416714514
532528Red Stead RedemptionFor 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.47111520103120000False342030318001165711True40.8001631153998968110029True416714514
533529The CureThe alchemists of Radz–at–Han 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 <Emphasis>Orion</Emphasis> 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.50111520103120000False342030318001165712True40.8001632353998968110029True416714614
534530Far from the VineMost 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.46111520103120000False342030318001165713True40.8001634053998968110029True416714814
535531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。85113520104226300False342030428001365696True40.800164653958072110023True395670114
536532The Ore the BetterTo 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.83113520104226300False342030428001365697True40.8001641053958072110023True395670214
537533Needles to SayIncreased 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.85113520104226300False342030428001365698True40.800164753958072110023True395670414
538534Procession of the NobleThe 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.84113520104226300False342030428001365699True40.8001641153958072110023True395670114
539535A Spoonful of PoisonThere 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.86113520104226300False342030428001365700True40.8001642353958072110023True395670214
540536Two Yalms UnderSeveral 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.87113520104226300False342030428001365701True40.8001644053958072110023True395670414
541537Going GreenLeafbleed 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.26112102010549400False342030548001265563True40.800165651672782110001True324475314
542538Infestation CessationCarrion 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.27112102010549400False342030548001265564True40.8001651051672782110001True324475314
543539Turning Out the BlightOf 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.28112102010549400False342030548001265568True40.800165751672782110001True325184814
544540Bump in the NightDamnable 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.28112102010549400False342030548001265615True40.8001651351672782110001True324475214
545541Wail of a TaleThe 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.24112102010549400False342030548001265616True40.8001651151672782110001True324475314
546542Hog WildNot 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.20112102010549400False342030548001265617True40.8001652351672782110001True325184814
547543Scent of a RoseletThe 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.23112102010549400False342030548001265618True40.8001652351672782110001True325184914
548544Mite and MadnessThe 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.29112102010549400False342030548001265619True40.8001654051672782110001True325185014
549545A Shroom with a ViewThe 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.23112102010549400False342030548001265620True40.8001654051672782110001True325184814
550546Too Close to HomeA 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. ※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.28112102010549400False342030548001265608True40.800165741672782110001False324475314
551547A Tall OdorI 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.511111020103321800False342030338001165590True40.800166652540254110020True416547714
552548The Sprite of CompetitionEver 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.1501111020103321800False342030338001165591True40.8001661052540254110020True416546814
553549Jackal and the LivestockJackals 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.551111020103321800False342030338001165592True40.800166752540254110020True416547514
554550Shock TherapyA 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.551111020103321800False342030338001165593True40.8001661352540254110020True416546814
555551At the GatesNorth 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.551111020103321800False342030338001165594True40.8001661152540254110020True416547514
556552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。511111020103321800False342030338001165595True40.8001662352540254110020True416547914
557553Fresh MeatThe crew of the <Emphasis>Orion</Emphasis>, spoiled by long stays in Limsa Lominsa and Radz–at–Han, 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.501111020103321800False342030338001165686True40.8001662352540254110020True416546814
558554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。511111020103321800False342030338001165687True40.8001664052540254110020True416547814
559555No Egg to Stand OnBelieve 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.511111020103321800False342030338001165688True40.8001664052540254110020True416547914
560556Grabbing CrabsMegalocrabs 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.1501111020103321800False342030338001165689True40.800166742540254110020False416546814
561557Reeking HavocThe 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.881131020104227100False342030428001365578True40.800167652540071110026True344667814
562558Skin-deepWhile 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.881131020104227100False342030428001365579True40.8001671052540071110026True344667714
563559Beak to BeakAfter 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.891131020104227100False342030428001365580True40.800167752540071110026True344667814
564560Out of Body, Out of MindI 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.901131020104227100False342030428001365581True40.8001671352540071110026True344667914
565561Field of BeansThe 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.841131020104227100False342030428001365582True40.8001671152540071110026True344668114
566562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。911131020104227100False342030428001365583True40.8001672352540071110026True344668114
567563You Cannot Kill the MetalWith 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.911131020104227100False342030428001365632True40.8001672352540071110026True344667714
568564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。891131020104227100False342030428001365633True40.8001674052540071110026True344667914
569565From Ruins to RichesIf 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.921131020104227100False342030428001365634True40.8001674052540071110026True344667814
570566What Peistes CraveIt 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.891131020104227100False342030428001365635True40.800167742540071110026False344667814
571567Monkey BusinessA pack of lemurs from the North Shroud and a pack of opo–opos 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.301121520105510700False342030558001265569True40.800168651646078110003True325185914
572568Something in the MeadTo 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.311121520105510700False342030558001265570True40.8001681051646078110003True325896014
573569Can't Say No to GnatOver 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.321121520105510700False342030558001265571True40.800168751646078110003True325896114
574570Ochus Bite, Leaves BleedLeafbleed 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.201121520105510700False342030558001265572True40.8001681351646078110003True325896114
575571Stew for TwoCaps of red, good as dead. Caps of white, stew tonight. My 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.331121520105510700False342030558001265622True40.8001684051646078110003True325185914
576572A Guest for SupperFour 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.341121520105510700False342030558001265623True40.8001684151646078110003True394250514
577573The TransporterA 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.301121520105510700False342030558001265624True40.8001684141646078110003False325896314
578574Sucked DryLast 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.581111520103322300False342030338001165596True40.800169752540476110021True416548014
579575A Glamourous LifeSeveral 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.561111520103322300False342030338001165597True40.8001691352540476110021True416548214
580576First to ReaveThe 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.561111520103322300False342030338001165598True40.8001691152540476110021True416548014
581577Beasts of BourbonNo 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.581111520103322300False342030338001165599True40.8001692352540476110021True416548314
582578Field TestingI 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.581111520103322300False342030338001165600True40.8001694052540476110021True416548314
583579Barley LegalI'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.591111520103322300False342030338001165601True40.8001694152540476110021True416548414
584580Tail in TowMemeroon 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!661111520103322300False342030338001165728True40.8001694142540476110021False416548414
585581The Enterprise of UndeathThere 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.801131520104430000False342030448001365584True40.800170652540213110024True344669914
586582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。931131520104430000False342030448001365585True40.800170752540213110024True344669514
587583A Simple SolutionSeveral 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 tuco–tucos─any of which could be an imp─to dissolve the creatures' glamours.931131520104430000False342030448001365586True40.8001701352540213110024True344670314
588584Death with IndignityThe 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.801131520104430000False342030448001365587True40.8001701052540213110024True344672614
589585Going for GoatYes, 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.941131520104430000False342030448001365588True40.8001702352540213110024True344672014
590586EarthboundSince 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.931131520104430000False342030448001365589True40.8001704052540213110024True344669514
591587The Missing MerchantA 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.941131520104430000False342030448001365639True40.8001704152540213110024True408509914
592588The Law WonDespite 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.931131520104430000False342030448001365640True40.8001704142540213110024False408509714
593589Belly UpA 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.351122020105612900False342030568001265574True40.800171652257020110005True325896614
594590No Leaves Left BehindFor 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.1491122020105612900False342030568001265575True40.8001711052257020110005True325896514
595591What's Yours Is MineEmboldened 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.351122020105612900False342030568001265576True40.8001711052257020110005True325896614
596592The Root of the ProblemA 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.231122020105612900False342030568001265577True40.800171752257020110005True325896414
597593Killing Beasts SoftlyThe 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.351122020105612900False342030568001265625True40.8001711152257020110005True325896614
598594It's a TrapThe Keepers of the Moon who make Quarrymill their home have recently been troubled by Coeurlclaw 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.201122020105612900False342030568001265626True40.8001714052257020110005True325896514
599595It's Hard Being MoogleI 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 <Emphasis>The Matron's Bounty</Emphasis> to <Emphasis>The Sailor and the Sea</Emphasis>, 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.371122020105612900False342030568001265627True40.8001714152257020110005True325896414
600596TreevengeA 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.351122020105612900False342030568001265628True40.8001712342257020110005False325896414
601597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。601112020103133700False342030318001165714True40.800172654018485110027True416715014
602598Claw-struckNow 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.601112020103133700False342030318001165715True40.8001721354018485110027True416715114
603599The Light StripesAfter losing their ship, the <Emphasis>Beagle</Emphasis>, 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.541112020103133700False342030318001165716True40.8001721154018485110027True416715214
604600Another Egg GoneThe 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.601112020103133700False342030318001165717True40.8001722354018485110027True416715014
605601Strand by MeIt 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.641112020103133700False342030318001165718True40.8001724054018485110027True416716914
606602Man the OreNaldiq & 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.631112020103133700False342030318001165719True40.8001724154018485110027True416716814
607603The Deathliest CatchMost 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.601112020103133700False342030318001165720True40.8001721344018485110027False416715114
608604Refugee RawFive 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.1491122520105612900False342030568001265641True40.8001731052257020110018True344678514
609605More than Meets the EyeTwo 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.351122520105612900False342030568001265642True40.8001731352257020110018True344678514
610606Necrologos: Olidious SeparationA 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 <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>. 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.381122520105612900False342030568001265643True40.800173852257020110018True344676514
611607Revisiting RaimdelleA 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.201122520105612900False342030568001265644True40.8001732352257020110018True344677814
612608Up the CreekI, 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. 391122520105612900False342030568001265645True40.8001734052257020110018True344678414
613609Rope a 'LopeSince 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.201122520105612900False342030568001265646True40.8001734152257020110018True394322114
614610Necrologos: The BeholdersWhile 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 <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>, 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.381122520105612900False342030568001265647True40.800173852257020110018True344677814
615611Dead Men LieThe 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.951132520104531300False342030458001365648True40.800174753974981110025True343784514
616612Drakes' MisfortuneIt 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.961132520104531300False342030458001365649True40.8001741353974981110025True343784714
617613Necrologos: Fluid CorruptionA recently uncovered copy of the dark tome─the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>─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.971132520104531300False342030458001365650True40.800174853974981110025True343784814
618614Flower PowerA 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.941132520104531300False342030458001365651True40.8001742353974981110025True343784814
619615Run, Run AwayLittle 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.951132520104531300False342030458001365652True40.8001744153974981110025True398299714
620616Necrologos: The NoctambulistIt has come to our attention that the Corpse Brigade may have acquired a copy of the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis> 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.971132520104531300False342030458001365653True40.800174843974981110025False343784514
621617A Feast in the ForestA 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.401123020105612300False342030568001265680True40.8001751053643652110011True379968414
622618Black Market DownIt 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.401123020105612300False342030568001265681True40.800175753643652110011True379968714
623619Necrologos: Brand of the ImpureEarlier this morning, a caravan transporting a copy of the forbidden tome known as the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis> 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 <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>, 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.411123020105612300False342030568001265682True40.800175853643652110011True379968414
624620Adamantoise TearsSeveral 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.401123020105612300False342030568001265683True40.8001754053643652110011True379968814
625621Woodcross BusydealGood 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!421123020105612300False342030568001265684True40.8001754153643652110011True379968414
626622Where the Fur's AtAfter 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.401123020105612300False342030568001265685True40.8001754043643652110011False379968814
627623Sol SurvivorsWithout 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.611113020103220600False342030328001165721True40.800176653999029110047True416730514
628624Call Me MatingThe 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.611113020103220600False342030328001165722True40.800176753999029110047True416731514
629625Necrologos: Igneous ToilA copy of the forbidden tome, the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>, 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 Radz–at–Han 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.671113020103220600False342030328001165723True40.800176853999029110047True416731714
630626Birds of a FeatherMaster 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.611113020103220600False342030328001165724True40.8001762353999029110047True416731514
631627Out to SeaThat 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.651113020103220600False342030328001165725True40.8001764053999029110047True416731114
632628Clearing SteerA 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.621113020103220600False342030328001165726True40.8001764153999029110047True416732014
633629Under FootLast 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.611113020103220600False342030328001165727True40.8001761143999029110047False416730514
634630Coeurl Scratch FeverYesterday, 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.681113520103221600False342030328001165654True40.800178753629068110057True362973614
635631Walk Like a MandragoraGodsdamned 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.681113520103221600False342030328001165655True40.8001781353629068110057True362973814
636632Necrologos: Igneous MoilGoblin fanatics thought to serve under the enigmatic Brayflox were recently witnessed transporting a copy of the forbidden tome, the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>, 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.671113520103221600False342030328001165656True40.800178853629068110057True362976914
637633Bud BaitWild 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.571113520103221600False342030328001165657True40.800178953629068110057True362973614
638634Wonder WineThe 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.691113520103221600False342030328001165658True40.8001784153629068110057True424926514
639635Appetite for AbductionIt 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.571113520103221600False342030328001165659True40.800178943629068110057False362976914
640636Now We're EvenThese 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.1251123520106338500False342030638001265660True40.8001791053643001110059True363123914
641637Have a Nice TripThe 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.1261123520106338500False342030638001265661True40.8001791353643001110059True363124214
642638Necrologos: Cinerary RiteA servant of Ishgard has failed in his duties. Whilst putting the forbidden tome <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis> 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.1261123520106338500False342030638001265662True40.800179853643001110059True363124114
643639Meat and BleatThe 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. 1251123520106338500False342030638001265663True40.800179953643001110059True363124214
644640Little Lost LambThe 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.1251123520106338500False342030638001265664True40.8001794153643001110059True424943214
645641Cower to the PeopleThe 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.641123520106338500False342030638001265665True40.8001794053643001110059True363124014
646642Saving BessyA 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.1271123520106338500False342030638001265666True40.800179943643001110059False363124114
647643Subduing the SubprimeThe 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.871134020104632500False342030468001365674True40.800180653645035110058True363368714
648644Necrologos: Pale OblationEvil things whisper of glory to the ambitious, riches to the avaricious. We surprised a clandestine sale of the forbidden tome <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>, 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.971134020104632500False342030468001365675True40.800180853645035110058True363369214
649645Don't Forget to CryThe 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.1331134020104632500False342030468001365676True40.800180953645035110058True363369714
650646Circling the CeruleumNo 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.1331134020104632500False342030468001365677True40.8001801153645035110058True363369214
651647Someone's in the DoghouseWe 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.1341134020104632500False342030468001365678True40.8001804153645035110058True424937014
652648Blow-up IncubatorI 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.861134020104632500False342030468001365679True40.8001801043645035110058False363369714
653649Necrologos: Whispers of the GemA heretic's son confessed to hiding his sire's forbidden tome, <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>, 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.1261124020106340200False342030638001265667True40.800181853643492110060True363745614
654650Got a Gut Feeling about ThisFell 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.1281124020106340200False342030638001265668True40.800181953643492110060True363746614
655651You Look Good Enough to EatBiast 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.1281124020106340200False342030638001265669True40.800181953643492110060True363748814
656652The Area's a Bit SketchyThe 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.1231124020106340200False342030638001265670True40.8001811153643492110060True363746614
657653The Tropes of the TradeEveryone 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!1291124020106340200False342030638001265671True40.8001812353643492110060True363748814
658654Pets Are Family TooIt 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.1261124020106340200False342030638001265672True40.8001814153643492110060True424955914
659655We Can Dismember It for You WholesaleThe 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.1231124020106340200False342030638001265673True40.800181643643492110060False363750114
660656Turnabout's Fair PlayWe 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.1301134520106741600False342030678001365729True40.8001821354258822110061True426162414
661657Necrologos: The Liminal OnesThis 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.1311134520106741600False342030678001365730True40.800182854258822110061True426162214
662658Big, Bad IdeaAh, 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!1311134520106741600False342030678001365731True40.800182954258822110061True426160114
663659Put Your Stomp on ItWe 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...1301134520106741600False342030678001365732True40.8001821154258822110061True426160114
664660One of Our Naturalists Is MissingSuch 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.1301134520106741600False342030678001365733True40.8001824154258822110061True426230514
665661A Toad Less TakenI 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.1311134520106741600False342030678001365734True40.8001822344258822110061False426162414
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678674Waking WoodIn 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.2313212011549000False1821305480012131080True450002131452648030110012True380409767
679675East Bank StoryThe 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.2313212011549000False1821305480012131081True450002131452648030110012True380409867
680676We Couldn't Start the FireThough 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.2113212011549000False1821305480012131082True455002132952648030110012True380409967
681677Lovely LatexThe 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.2313212011549000False1821305480012131083True455002132952648030110012True381060667
682678Let the Sun Shine InTo 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.2213252011549000False1821305480012131084True450002141452648030110013True381213567
683679If a Tree FallsScattered 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.2313252011549000False1821305480012131085True450002141452648030110013True381213667
684680Evil SeedsIn 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.2213252011549000False1821305480012131086True455002142952648030110013True381213867
685681No Bark, All BiteSeveral 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.2213252011549000False1821305480012131087True455002141552648030110013True381213967
686682A Chest of NutsOnce 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.23132102011549400False1821305480012131088True460002151451672782110014True381214067
687683West Bank StoryThe 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.23132102011549400False1821305480012131089True460002151451672782110014True381214267
688684Digging DeepBy 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.28132102011549400False1821305480012131090True466002152951672782110014True381215167
689685The Heart of the HedgeHedgetrees 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.29132102011549400False1821305480012131091True445002152551672782110014True381215367
690686The Quick and the DeadAs 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.291321520115510700False1821305580012131092True491002161451646078110015True374665167
691687Maple StoriesThere 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!321321520115510700False1821305580012131093True4101002162951646078110015True374665367
692688Never Strikes TwiceIt 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.301321520115510700False1821305580012131094True4101002162951646078110015True374665267
693689Briar in the HoleThe 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.341321520115510700False1821305580012131095True469002162551646078110015True374665767
694690Nowhere to SlideThe 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.311322020115612900False1821305680012131096True491002171452257020110016True380400367
695691Shaken, Not StirredWith 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.311322020115612900False1821305680012131097True4101002172952257020110016True380400467
696692Just the Artifacts, MadamIn 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.431322020115612900False1821305680012131098True4101002172952257020110016True380400567
697693Fueling the FlamesWhen 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.311322020115612900False1821305680012131099True4101002171552257020110016True380400667
698694Over the UnderbrushDespite 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.1491322520115612900False1821305680012131100True491002181452257020110017True380399767
699695Moon in RougeWe 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.441322520115612900False1821305680012131101True4101002182952257020110017True380399867
700696AppleancheThe 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.231322520115612900False1821305680012131102True4101002181552257020110017True380399967
701697Mushroom 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.451322520115612900False1821305680012131103True4101002181552257020110017True380400067
702698The Palm in Your HandIt 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.761313020113220600False1821303280011131104True491002191453999029110039True403113567
703699Nature CallsMaster 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.611313020113220600False1821303280011131105True4101002192953999029110039True403113667
704700Bleeding Them DryThere 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.651313020113220600False1821303280011131106True4101002191553999029110039True403113767
705701Always RightIf 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.651313020113220600False1821303280011131107True4101002191553999029110039True403113867
706702A Stash of HerbsSkyfire 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.1351323520116338500False1821306380012131108True491002201453643001110065True430752467
707703Spear of HeavenMy 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.1381323520116338500False1821306380012131109True4101002202953643001110065True430754067
708704Salad DaysThe 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.1401323520116338500False1821306380012131110True4101002201553643001110065True430755667
709705Catch My DriftDear 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.1271323520116338500False1821306380012131111True469002202553643001110065True430756467
710706Plague on Both Our ForestsThe 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.1391324020116340200False1821306380012131112True491002211453643492110066True430759367
711707Straight and ArrowMuch 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.1391324020116340200False1821306380012131113True4101002212953643492110066True430760667
712708This Old FortI 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.1391324020116340200False1821306380012131114True4101002211553643492110066True430761867
713709Sign of the CrimesIt 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. 1261324020116340200False1821306380012131115True469002212553643492110066True430762667
714710Caught in the Long GrassA 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?1241334520116741600False1821306780013131116True491002221454258822110067True430651567
715711Topsy-turvy TimeWe 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.1241334520116741600False1821306780013131117True4101002222954258822110067True430651867
716712Wonders Don't Cease, They're DiscontinuedAll 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.781334520116741600False1821306780013131118True4101002221554258822110067True430652167
717713See How They ShineWhere 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.641334520116741600False1821306780013131119True469002222554258822110067True430652467
718714Rubble BubbleAmajina & 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.70123120114226300False1721204280013131120True450002231453958072110043True403110867
719715Who Needs the PaperworkA 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.82123120114226300False1721204280013131121True450002231453958072110043True403110967
720716The Primrose PathAmajina & 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.71123120114226300False1721204280013131122True455002232953958072110043True403111067
721717Miners' HolidayCopperbell 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.72123120114226300False1721204280013131123True455002232953958072110043True403111167
722718Vanishing PointThe 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.70123520114226300False1721204280013131124True450002241453958072110043True403111367
723719Do They Ore Don't TheyA 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.74123520114226300False1721204280013131125True450002241453958072110043True403111467
724720Pipikkuli's Ship Comes InRumors 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.77123520114226300False1721204280013131126True455002242953958072110043True403111567
725721I Don't Zinc It's a CoincidenceAn 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.71123520114226300False1721204280013131127True455002241553958072110043True403111767
726722Break It UpThe 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.781231020114227100False1721204280013131128True460002251452540071110045True403112367
727723That's Why They Call It Fool's GoldPipikkuli 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.771231020114227100False1721204280013131129True460002251452540071110045True403112467
728724It Peiste to ListenAurumheart 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.791231020114227100False1721204280013131130True466002252952540071110045True403112667
729725We Do This the Hard WaySome 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 <Emphasis>and</Emphasis> limbs─or worse yet, prove a disprofit to the bottom line. 731231020114227100False1721204280013131131True445002252552540071110045True403112767
730726A Man's Gotta DreamThey 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.771231520114430000False1721204480013131132True491002261452540213110046True403112867
731727Earth Sprites Are EasySprite-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.781231520114430000False1721204480013131133True4101002262952540213110046True403112967
732728Eiderdown for EidolonsThey 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.801231520114430000False1721204480013131134True4101002262952540213110046True403113067
733729The Doom that Came to Belah'diaIt 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.811231520114430000False1721204480013131135True469002262552540213110046True403113367
734730Look How They Shine for YouPipikkuli, 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.771222020115612900False1721205680012131136True491002271452257020110040True403110067
735731Elemental HousekeepingOf 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.381222020115612900False1721205680012131137True4101002272952257020110040True403110167
736732Location, Location, LocationFor 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.431222020115612900False1721205680012131138True4101002272952257020110040True403110267
737733Rock My WallI'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?311222020115612900False1721205680012131139True4101002271552257020110040True403110367
738734Fool Me TwiceYou 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.771222520115612900False1721205680012131140True491002281452257020110041True403110467
739735Can't Start a FireIn 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.751222520115612900False1721205680012131141True4101002282952257020110041True403110567
740736Tag, You're ItSome 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.381222520115612900False1721205680012131142True4101002281552257020110041True403110667
741737Baby, Light My WayDarker 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.351222520115612900False1721205680012131143True4101002281552257020110041True403110767
742738I Kidd You NotNot 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. 771213020113220600False1721203280011131144True491002291453999029110042True403113967
743739That's What the Money Is ForContrary 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.631213020113220600False1721203280011131145True4101002292953999029110042True403114067
744740The Midden FairEvery 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.741213020113220600False1721203280011131146True4101002291553999029110042True403114167
745741Shell GameOh, 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!611213020113220600False1721203280011131147True4101002291553999029110042True403114267
746742Rocks for BrainsShould 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. 1351223520116338500False1721206380012131148True491002301453643001110068True430676667
747743There Are No Good AnswersThe 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?1221223520116338500False1721206380012131149True4101002302953643001110068True430679067
748744Eye for an EyeThe 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.1361223520116338500False1721206380012131150True4101002301553643001110068True430735867
749745Mythril MadnessThe 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.1361223520116338500False1721206380012131151True469002302553643001110068True430739167
750746Nature Is a MonsterIn the highlands, 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.1371224020116340200False1721206380012131152True491002311453643492110069True430765267
751747Brother in ArmsHouse 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.1381224020116340200False1721206380012131153True4101002312953643492110069True430765767
752748Breach and BuildIt 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. 1391224020116340200False1721206380012131154True4101002311553643492110069True430767167
753749Not Losing Our Heads This TimeThe 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.1391224020116340200False1721206380012131155True469002312553643492110069True430767967
754750Metal Has No MasterI 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.631234520116741600False1721206780013131156True491002321454258822110070True430653067
755751Crystal MessThe 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.1241234520116741600False1721206780013131157True4101002322954258822110070True430653267
756752Sucker SeerThrough 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. 771234520116741600False1721206780013131158True4101002321554258822110070True430653667
757753Hybrid HypothesesBetween 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.641234520116741600False1721206780013131159True469002322554258822110070True430653867
758754Adventurers' RelishLominsan 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>14164110102827360False1921402780011917985True0119656181844254258956110168True919953414
759755Soup to GutsPeople 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! <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>14164110102827360False1921402780011917986True0119656181844254258956110168True919953414
760756A Kelping HandI 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! <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>14164110102827360False1921402780011917987True0119656181844254258956110168True919953414
761757Poor Boys Eat WellNothing 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! <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>14164110102827360False1921402780011917988True0119656181844254258956110168True919953414
762758Cloud CutletOcean 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! <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>14164150103027370False1921402780011917989True0135601901854254258956110164True916335314
763759They Taste Just as PrettyEverybody 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>14164150103027370False1921402780011917990True0135601901854254258956110164True916335314
764760Yummy in the TummyAhhh, 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! <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>14164150103027370False1921402780011917991True0121361332043054258956110164True916335314
765761Splendor in the GlassI 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>14164150103027370False1921402780011917992True0121361332043054258956110164True916335314
766762Fish by Many Other NamesAnything 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1426411001031218440False1921403380011917993True01545941801864254258097110165True416475014
767763Just Add WaterOld 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1426411001031218450False1921403380011917994True01545941801864254258097110165True416475014
768764Brain CandyFoods 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1426411001031218440False1921403380011917995True0132757652053054258097110165True416475014
769765The Fertile IncandescentThe 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1426411001031218460False1921403380011917996True0132757652053054258097110165True416475014
770766My Own Private ShellAin'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! <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1436411501033223590False1921403380011917997True01980392701874254258112110167True416546814
771767The Deepest CutGood 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1436411501033223600False1921403380011917998True01980392701874254258112110167True416546814
772768The Moral of the CoralIt 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1436411501033223590False1921403380011917999True0158824982063054258112110167True416546814
773769Crab Life by the HornsI 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! <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1436411501033223640False1921403380011918000True0158824982063054258112110167True416546814
774770Sounds Fishy to MeThey 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1446422001056129140False1921405680012918001True011416303601884254258347110146True325896414
775771The Long and the ShortcrustYou 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1446422001056129110False1921405680012918002True011416303601884254258347110146True325896414
776772Food Chain ReactionI 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1446422001056129140False1921405680012918003True01849781302073054258347110146True325896414
777773Blind AmbitionCan 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1446422001056129110False1921405680012918004True01849781302073054258347110146True325896414
778774A Shocking SoiréeI 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1446422501056129150False1921405680012918005True012553364501894254258347110147True325896414
779775A Watery Web of LiesI'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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1446422501056129150False1921405680012918006True012553364501894254258347110147True325896414
780776Fishing 101You 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? <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1446422501056129150False1921405680012918007True011532021632083054258347110147True325896414
781777The Truth Will Set You FreeI 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! <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1446422501056129150False1921405680012918008True011532021632083054258347110147True325896414
782778A Recipe for DisasterI 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1456413001032206520False1921403280011918009True013441535401904254258923110166True362973614
783779Just Call Me Late for DinnerMaster 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1456413001032206520False1921403280011918010True013441535401904254258923110166True362973614
784780Kitchen Nightmares No MoreWell, 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1456413001032206530False1921403280011918011True012064921952093054258923110166True362973614
785781The Blue PeriodIf 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1456413001032206530False1921403280011918012True012064921952093054258923110166True362973614
786782The Perks of PoliticsOf 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1466423501063385260False1921406380012918013True014729896301914254258781110160True363123914
787783Hands off Our FishWhen 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1466423501063385260False1921406380012918014True014729896301914254258781110160True363123914
788784Fry Me a RiverIt 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1466423501063385260False1921406380012918015True012837942282103054258781110160True363123914
789785Gathering LightGlass 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1466423501063385320False1921406380012918016True012837942282103054258781110160True363123914
790786Empire BuilderBefore 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 Lake trout have taken; I dare not hope. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1476424001063402280False1921406380012918017True017002657201924254258782110161True363123914
791787Laird of the LakesI 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1476424001063402320False1921406380012918018True017002657201924254258782110161True363123914
792788Make a FishIt 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1476424001063402320False1921406380012918019True014201592602113054258782110161True363123914
793789Rationally SpeakingHaving 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1476424001063402310False1921406380012918020True014201592602113054258782110161True363123914
794790Putting the Zap on NatureCertain 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1486434501067416240False1921406780013918021True019162828101934254258842110152True426160114
795791Awash in EvidenceThe 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1486434501067416240False1921406780013918022True019162828101934254258842110152True426160114
796792Snail FailA 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1486434501067416940False1921406780013918023True015497692932123054258842110152True426160114
797793Sleeper CreeperA 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1486434501067416240False1921406780013918024True015497692932123054258842110152True426160114
798794Don't Touch Our StuffA 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.9821612020103133700False3424003180011196619True40.80013634103304110048True417817914
799795Victory Is Mine, Not YoursThe Serpent Reavers sail this very moment towards the Moraby shipyard, intent on besmirching the honor of a maiden most fair. The <Emphasis>Victory</Emphasis> 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.982161205103133700False3424003180011196620True40.80012134103304110048True416715114
800796The Creeps from WorkUndead 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. (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.)9821612020103133700False3424003180011196621True40.80013434103304110048True416715014
801797Throw the Book at HimThe 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.9921612020103133700False3424003180011196622True40.80012234103304110048True416475014
802798Burn It DownA 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.10321722020105510700False3424105580012196623True40.80013634103445110051True325896014
803799A Little Constructive ExorcismNew 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.1042172205105510700False3424105580012196624True40.80012134103445110051True325185914
804800Mortal MunchiesA 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. (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.)10321722020105510700False3424105580012196625True40.80013434103445110051True325896114
805801She's So MeanWe 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.10521722020105510700False3424105580012196626True40.80012234103445110051True416473014
806802A Cold-blooded BusinessThe 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.10721832020104430000False3424204480013196627True40.80013634103464110054True344673314
807803Watch Me If You CanThe 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.1082183205104430000False3424204480013196628True40.80012134103464110054True344670314
808804Blood in the WaterThere 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 shape-shifters and afford them neither ruth nor rage. (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.)10921832020104430000False3424204480013196629True40.80013434103464110054True344672614
809805The Burning ReasonOne 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.11021832020104430000False3424204480013196630True40.80012234103464110054True416476514
810806Of Mice and DemonsWe 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.9821612520103133700False3424003180011196631True40.80013634103304110049True417818114
811807Wrong and RiteA 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.1002161255103133700False3424003180011196632True40.80012134103304110049True416715214
812808Double 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. (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.)9821612520103133700False3424003180011196633True40.80013434103304110049True416715114
813809You're a Liar, Mansel BlackTwin-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.9921612520103133700False3424003180011196634True40.80012234103304110049True416475014
814810Go with the FlowSome 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.10321722520105510700False3424105580012196635True40.80013634103445110052True325896214
815811Sylph StrandsSylphs 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.1052172255105510700False3424105580012196636True40.80012134103445110052True325896014
816812Blinded by the WightNighttime 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. (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.)10521722520105510700False3424105580012196637True40.80013434103445110052True325896114
817813A Real WingnutOnce 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.10521722520105510700False3424105580012196638True40.80012234103445110052True416473014
818814Don't Tear Down This WallThe 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.10821832520104430000False3424204480013196639True40.80013634103464110055True344670814
819815Food for ThoughtMany 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.1092183255104430000False3424204480013196640True40.80012134103464110055True344669914
820816The Third Prize Is that You're SlainNo 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. (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.)10921832520104430000False3424204480013196641True40.80013434103464110055True344669514
821817A Heart AflameThe 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.11021832520104430000False3424204480013196642True40.80012234103464110055True416476514
822818Road WorriersWe 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.10121613020103220600False3424003280011196643True40.80013634103440110050True417820314
823819It's Better (for You) Under the SeaSahagin 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.1002161305103220600False3424003280011196644True40.80012134103440110050True416730514
824820You Are NOT a PirateOur 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. (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.)9921613020103220600False3424003280011196645True40.80013434103440110050True416731514
825821Twenty-nine Was the CutoffThe 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.10021613020103220600False3424003280011196646True40.80012234103440110050True416476214
826822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。10221613020103220600False3424003280011196647True40.80013334103440110050True416731714
827823This Is Going to Sting, A LotThe 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'.10321723020105612300False3424105680012196648True40.80013634106909110053True417822614
828824Creature FeatureCamp 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.1042172305105612300False3424105680012196649True40.80012134106909110053True416763414
829825It Goes with the TerritoryGarlemald 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. (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.)10521723020105612300False3424105680012196650True40.80013434106909110053True379968414
830826Dead Man WalkingThe 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.10521723020105612300False3424105680012196651True40.80012234106909110053True416473614
831827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。10621723020105612300False3424105680012196652True40.80013334106909110053True379968814
832828Bridges of Qiqirn CountryThe 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.10821833020104531300False3424204580013196653True40.80013634103469110056True417823714
833829And Then There Were NoneIt 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.1122183305104531300False3424204580013196654True40.80012134103469110056True343784514
834830The Cost of LivingMagitek 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. (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.)11021833020104531300False3424204580013196655True40.80013434103469110056True343784714
835831Grapevine of WrathWhoever 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.11021833020104531300False3424204580013196656True40.80012234103469110056True416477214
836832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!11121833020104531300False3424204580013196657True40.80013334103469110056True343784814
837833Fanning the FlamesYou 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.10021643520106338500False3424006380014196658True40.80013634270131110081True429639214
838834Fishing off the Company PierWhoever 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 guises sufficient to deceive our eyes, they shall pay doubly for their trespass. (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.)10021643520106338500False3424006380014196673True40.80013434270131110081True363124014
839835Mad about YouFaster 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.10021643520106338500False3424006380014196674True40.80012234270131110081True363124214
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842838Feathered FoesAn 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.10521743520106338500False3424106380014196659True40.80012234270131110081True363124114
843839Just Making an ObservationThe Observatorium in the central highlands of Coerthas is much troubled by beasts. Without revealing a great deal, the Holy See makes clear that this aery 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.1322174355106338500False3424106380014196660True40.80012134270131110081True363123914
844840Roast Lamb with Mint and HellfireDead sheep walk the pastures outside Ishgard, their festering limbs and cloudy eyes reanimated by parasites nestled deep within their entrails. Be cruel if you are to be kind─scorch the sheep to discover the vilekin and kill them with fire. (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.)10421743520106338500False3424106380014196675True40.80013434270131110081True363124014
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847843The Baddest Brigade in TownWe 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.1112184355106338500False3424206380014196661True40.80012134270131110081True363124014
848844Dress for AggressArrzaneth 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. (Begin by surprising an ice sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beastmen to see through their guises.)11021843520106338500False3424206380014196662True40.80013434270131110081True363124214
849845Pick Your PoisonThe 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?11121843520106338500False3424206380014196676True40.80013634270131110081True440403814
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852848Someone's Got a Big MouthThe 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.9921644020106340200False3424006380014196663True40.80012234270237110082True363745614
853849An Imp MobileOne 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. (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.)10021644020106340200False3424006380014196664True40.80013434270237110082True363748814
854850Papal DispensationA 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.1002164405106340200False3424006380014196677True40.80012134270237110082True363746614
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857853Yellow Is the New BlackOur 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.1322174405106340200False3424106380014196665True40.80012134270237110082True363748814
858854Talk to My VoidsentCoerthas 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.10521744020106340200False3424106380014196678True40.80012234270237110082True363750114
859855The Bloodhounds of CoerthasBlood 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.10521744020106340200False3424106380014196679True40.80013634270237110082True440405214
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862858You Dropped SomethingA 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.11121844020106340200False3424206380014196666True40.80013634270237110082True429642814
863859No Big WhoopThe 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. (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.)11021844020106340200False3424206380014196667True40.80013434270237110082True363750114
864860If You Put It That WayAspirants 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!?11121844020106340200False3424206380014196680True40.80012234270237110082True363746614
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867863One Big Problem SolvedIn 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!1002164455106741600False3424006780014196668True40.80012134258843110083True426162214
868864Kill the MessengerThe 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.9921644520106741600False3424006780014196669True40.80012234258843110083True426160114
869865Go Home to MamaThe 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.10021644520106741600False3424006780014196681True40.80013634258843110083True440407714
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872868The Awry SalvagesIn the vastness of Coerthas, the Badgers toil to gather materials for study from the wreck of the <Emphasis>Agrius</Emphasis>, 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.10421744520106741600False3424106780014196670True40.80013634258843110083True429668114
873869Amateur HourThe 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. (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.)10321744520106741600False3424106780014196671True40.80013434258843110083True426162414
874870Get off Our LakeThe 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.1322174455106741600False3424106780014196682True40.80012134258843110083True439480514
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877873Who Writes HistoryGigas 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.11121844520106741600False3424206780014196672True40.80012234258843110083True426162414
878874Science ShindigWe 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?1112184455106741600False3424206780014196683True40.80012134258843110083True439480514
879875The Museum Is ClosedIs 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.11121844520106741600False3424206780014196684True40.80013634258843110083True440411414
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882878The Unexpected TouristHandfuls of civilians have begun to leave the cradle of Ishgard to lay wreaths at the statue of Haldrath at the Pike. While those who venture to pay respects to Ishgard's hero merit some courtesy, it is difficult to guarantee their safety. 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 the women and children.1513145020102200230000False34203022008001465735True10.60779458655581915110084True588778214
883879Don't Come BackPraise 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.1513145020102200230000False34203022008001465736True10.608394584155581915110084True596257414
884880Necrologos: Of Sallow VizardsA criminal had been executed for solid accusation of heresy, but I fear he may have sown seeds of discipleship. The miscreant was granted a moment of quiet repentance ere the cold steel's cut, which he used to draw a copy of the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis> from the folds of his robes. Alas, he had already ripped out scores of pages, scattering them to the winds and cackling about his followers before I ordered his lunacy brought to an end. You must retrieve those pages so no others might succumb to the void's taint.1553145020102200230000False34203022008001465737True10.60779458855581915110084True588779214
885881We'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 is being threatened by wyrms. We will reward anyone willing to lighten the burden so that they may continue the more important tasks at hand. 15131450201002200230000False34203022008001465738True12.406419463625581915110084True588778214
886882The 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.15131450201002200230000False34203022008001465739True12.4052194634125581915110084True596257414
887883Necrologos: Of Sallow Vizards (L)Following the execution of a heretic who possessed a contraband copy of the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>, we discovered his disciples memorialized him as a hero. We found his followers on the outskirts of the capital, conducting reenactments of the convicted's final deed by scattering pages of the book to the wind. They have been arrested and tried, but we know not how many pages yet linger. Find the pages and exhaust the monstrosities within its sinister words.15531450201002200230000False34203022008001465740True12.406719463825581915110084True588779214
888884Quit Loafing AroundOur clergymen often travel to the Dravanian forelands to bless the breeding grounds of chocobos that may eventually be taken into the service of the Temple Knights. Unfortunately, they are often harassed by the prankish imps that roam the area, leading to fewer volunteers from the church to make the trek. The pesky voidsent often don glamours to throw off pursuers, hence our need for one who can dispel them. I implore you, rid us of these imps before our next expedition commences.1523145220102000230000False34203020008001465741True10.6012074591355581915110085True588807114
889885Feathers UnsulliedCavalier chocobos grow to be as fierce as their masters, yet neither man nor bird learns fearlessness overnight. As chicks, chocobos develop a natural instinct to run from larger predators, therefore those bred and groomed for service must enjoy a chickhood free from fear to develop a fight—not flight—instinct. As the Chocobo Forest is the knights' most vital breeding ground, it must be constantly patrolled to cull noisome beasts which might interfere with the chicks' early training.1513145220102000230000False34203020008001465742True10.6012074591155581915110085True588807214
890886Jailbird BreakThe 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 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!1513145220102000230000False34203020008001465743True10.6010094594155581915110085True588807714
891887Last Priest Profaned (L)A high priest of the Holy See was traveling on an expedition to the Dravanian forelands in an attempt to share the church's teachings with the hunters of Tailfeather. What was supposed to be a revered mission was ruined when a gang of barbarous imps tripped the poor man, causing him to fall in a water trough in front of the hunters. No sooner had he returned to the capital had I received a parchment requesting a cleansing of all dastardly voidsent in the area, an order which I would pay you to carry out. Expose the hiding devils and rid the area of their impunity.15231452201002000230000False34203020008001465744True12.4078074641325581915110085True588807114
892888Scavenger Hunt (L)Vilekin may not seem like much to an adventurer, but to a frail chocobo hatchling, they are a deadly foe. The knights can ill afford to let such pests harass chocobo chicks that may be groomed for service as the order's cavaliers, and thus would enlist your aid to patrol the areas around the Chocobo Forest for anything that may threaten the breeding grounds.15131452201002000230000False34203020008001465745True12.4061574641125581915110085True588807214
893889Return to Sender (L)The men of Tailfeather are conditioning chocobo young to instinctively return safe to the post should they become lost in the forest. Mayhap the birds would learn much quicker if they were trained without distraction, yet it is a luxury the hunters do not have. Beckon the chocobo back to Tailfeather while dispatching any predators that may try to take advantage of a free meal.15131452201002000230000False34203020008001465746True12.4054974644125581915110085True588807714
894890Show Your WorkThe 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.1513145420102002230000False34203020028001465747True10.601332460655581915110087True589104114
895891Puppet ShowWe 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.1563145420102002230000False34203020028001465748True10.6013324601055581915110087True589104414
896892Cry HomeThe 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.1513145420102002230000False34203020028001465749True10.601188460755581915110087True589104814
897893Family 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.15131454201002002230000False34203020028001465750True12.408532465625581915110087True589104114
898894More Than One Way (L)A true dragoon knows whence his foe's vulnerabilities lie—a darkened spot, a bent plate, or if one is lucky, a barren patch. Given the growing roster of youngbloods looking to join the dragoons' ranks, I have decided to thin out the crop through a trial demonstrating knowledge of a dragon's weakness. If the candidates fail to destroy chosen spots on targets wrapped in scaleskin, they are to relinquish their weapon and pursue another vocation. I am in need of dragon scales of decent quality for the targets, and it may be swiftest to obtain them from biasts in the Churning Mists.15631454201002002230000False34203020028001465751True12.4085324651025581915110087True589104414
899895Hello, 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.15131454201002002230000False34203020028001465752True12.407812465725581915110087True589104814
900896Two Birds, One CullingThe 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.1513145620102100230000False34203021008001465753True10.601504461955581915110088True589110714
901897Don't Eat the ShroomsDue 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.1513145620102100230000False34203021008001465754True10.6014264611155581915110088True589110814
902898Marl-ementary ProcedureMy head pains every time the Rose Knights demand foodstuffs, as the long journey often renders my air caravans scorched scarce before they get to post. I would rather have the defense coffers spent promoting the camp's self-reliance than replacing charred hulls. Should you find lumps of marl in decent quality to enrich the soil of the camp, then plenty of coin you shall have.1533145620102100230000False34203021008001465755True10.609584614055581915110088True589110914
903899Just 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.15131456201002100230000False34203021008001465756True12.409538466925581915110088True589110714
904900Needs 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.15131456201002100230000False34203021008001465757True12.4095384661125581915110088True589110814
905901Nobody 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.15331456201002100230000False34203021008001465758True12.4048584664025581915110088True589110914
906902Dance, Magic DanceWe received an interesting tip from a treasure hunter that a woman who escaped our grasp some time ago may be hiding in the hinterlands of Dravania. Her face riddled with scars, the witch would have been recognizable to anyone had she not disguised herself in a goblin mask, living discreetly amongst one of the more violent goblin outposts in the area. My order will not allow harboring of a fugitive, whether man or beastkin, and I would have you clear our path of the goblins so my colleagues may seize the fugitive.1553145820102001230000False34203020018001465759True10.601610462755581915110086True588823414
907903Necrologos: His Treasure ForhelenDuring our attempted apprehension of a dangerous criminal, one of my fellow inquisitors was struck, prompting him to rightfully retaliate with his blade. As it pierced the offender, a copy of the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis> fell from his robe, pages flying hither and thither! We have the urgent duty to bring the man to the gaol, but someone must go back to the hinterlands to rid the realm of what irreverent filth may flow from the pages.1553145820102001230000False34203020018001465760True10.601358462855581915110086True588823514
908904Whither the Morbol GoethInitial studies by the Skysteel Manufactory suggest that morbol breath might retain its potency if sealed in a canister, which could be fastened to the hull of an airship and dropped on roosting dragons. However, the researchers have only been able to study wild morbols from afar, with bad breath dissipating too hastily to collect. They request live morbols, pacified, so their research may continue unabated.1513145820102001230000False34203020018001465761True10.6013584622355581915110086True588823614
909905Goblin Up Sharlayan (L)In his attempt to retrieve a heretic fugitive hiding amongst a band of lawless goblins in Sharlayan, one of my younger colleagues had been slain by the group. Such are the dangers for those who join the inquisitors, yet I will tolerate not the flagrant disregard for the authority of Ishgard nor the impunity with which the goblins roam the ruins of Sharlayan. I will pay good coin to an adventurer who can deliver this message of vengeance so that we may once again attempt to bring the woman to justice. 15531458201002001230000False34203020018001465762True12.4010346467725581915110086True588823414
910906Necrologos: His Treasure Forhelen (L)A woman of the Brume approached our ministry to confess her father a heretic. Labor had taken the man far into the hinterlands, and he had been acting strangely upon his return, murmuring mysterious dark words. The woman was horrified to find a torn excerpt of the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis> beneath his pillow and came to us for help. Alas, by the time we reached his home, he ingested the pages hoping to release the great powers of the void, his body instead turned to ash. The rest of the tome must be out yonder, and we seek an adventurer to investigate the hinterlands to extinguish anything suspicious in the vicinity.15531458201002001230000False34203020018001465763True12.409506467825581915110086True588823514
911907Bareback Riding (L)One of the more colorful Temple Knight commanders divulged his wish to tame and ride a morbol into battle, hoping to use the toxins to fell Dravanians in his path. I got into a heated debate with him on the matter, saying that even should he manage to brave the stench and climb the thing, it would be an insult to our trusted steeds. He insists it can be done, and I would have you bring me pacified morbols so I may prove his folly.15131458201002001230000False34203020018001465764True12.4099264672325581915110086True588823614
912908Splinter in the SewersThere 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, and rats breed disease. Straight lengths of cedar lumber are needed to build a temporary pallet until the engineers can repair the mess.153654500102300230000False920406280014918025True011033506242981855852425110089True014
913909So You Think You Can Lance?Give a poor man a spear, and he'll protect his home for nary a bell before he falls. Teach him to spear, and a militia can be built without spending a gil of our coffers on training. We have found a willing merchant to learn the thrusts of the lance in one go, and he demands a suitable weapon with which to teach the others of the Brume.151654500102300230000False920406280014918026True013340806862981855852425110089True014
914910Almost as Fun as Slingshotting BirdsAlthough the Horde's mindless minions befoul the skies above the capital, our dragonkiller bolts must be conserved for more threatening engagements 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 so they may have the means to fell any smaller fiends they encounter. If every man is to train in the bow, there must be a bow for every man.151654500102300230000False920406280014918027True011444802483032655852425110089True014
915911The Lumber of Their Discontent (L)When it comes to repairing the damage in the capital after a particularly harrowing dragon attack, the resources are limited. Therefore, they often tend to prioritize the security of the Pillars at the behest of the High Houses and the high-ranking officials who live there. Naysayers have been grumbling about not enough compensation put towards grave damage to the areas around the Brume, and I wish to silence their discontent by sending sturdy stacks of cedar lumber. 1536545001002300230000False920406280014918028True0177517031203081825852425110089True014
916912Sticks and Stones (L)While a sizable squadron of 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 to keep watch over areas that the knights are struggling to defend. Dozens of men have already expressed their willingness, 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, and a stick stamped in mythrite should more than suffice.1516545001002300230000False920406280014918029True01183748034323081825852425110089True014
917913Living Bow to Mouth (L)While the knights have a mandate to arm the common man, 'twould seem the more desperate of the lowborn have taken to breaking up their cedar bows as firewood to heat their homes. Selfish though their actions may be, the bows must needs be replaced, and a new decree must be made that any who use the tools of the state for unintended purposes will be locked in gaol.1516545001002300230000False920406280014918030True012408108583132625852425110089True014
918914Do You Even String BowWhat started out as a simple sponsorship for an archery competition by the Congregation has turned into a grand affair as the High Houses admit their finest bowmen for the challenge. The contest will involve moving targets and displays of accuracy on chocoback, a spectacle worthy of a grand prize. I seek a carpenter to create the bow that will serve as the centerpiece, and will pay handsomely for a quality weapon.151654520102300230000False920406280014918031True014239907492991855852425110089True014
919915Landing the Big OneThe best deals are struck during a session of fishing, and it just so happens yours truly was invited by a wealthy patron of the Temple Knights to partake in such a leisure. There is much profit to be had for the coffers from this meeting, so I find myself in need of a fine cedar fishing rod...though not <Emphasis>too</Emphasis> fine, mind you. I would yield the fattest carp to the gentleman of Dzemael as I try to catch even bigger fish.153654520102300230000False920406280014918032True013494007492991855852425110089True014
920916A Reward Fitting of the FaithfulAble-bodied men border heresy when they refuse to enlist 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 unable to fight, he manages to contribute in his own way, and he is deserving of the Temple Knights' appreciation. Blessed cedar necklaces should guide him in his prayers.153654520102300230000False920406280014918033True011541403153042655852425110089True014
921917Win 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 décor. She's either quite the admirer or guilty of an inflated ego.1516545201002300230000False920406280014918034True01233194037443091825852425110089True014
922918Fishing 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. In commemoration, 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.1536545201002300230000False920406280014918035True01192170037443091825852425110089True014
923919Just Rewards for Just Devotion (L)After the siege on the capital, the repairing of the Brume was left to those who live there. Although their woodworking is not the quality of more experienced craftsmen, their labors towards rebuilding their broken homes have not gone unnoticed, and I am moved by their determination in the face of adversity. 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.1536545201002300230000False920406280014918036True0125691010923142625852425110089True014
924920License to HealThe hour is nigh for the final trial for those chosen students of the scholasticate who intend 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.154654540102300230000False920406280014918037True014071608743001855852425110089True014
925921The Darkest HearthI hear of a frail old woman in a Coerthan cabin who spends her days spinning cloth for war banners, sitting windowside to watch the passersby as she works. Though she survived the Calamity, she must remain close to the hearth, lest her fingers grow stiff and cold. Build for her a spinning wheel made from dark chestnut, wood that will not catch fire easily.153654540102300230000False920406280014918038True014732209983001855852425110089True014
926922Walking on Pins and NeedlesThe 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.153654540102300230000False920406280014918039True01878403153052655852425110089True014
927923Purified Polyrhythm (L)While many seminarians of Saint Endalim's Scholasticate show great aptitude for defensive and restorative magicks, those few chosen to serve with the Temple Knights must also be capable of employing the destructive kind as the situation demands. We have need of three suitable rods for the upcoming trials for those who wish to join our vaunted ranks.1546545401002300230000False920406280014918040True01223940043683101825852425110089True014
928924Fruit of the Loom (L)In a prolonged freeze when even beasts know to retreat to shelter, a handful of infantrymen prefer to pass the days in the company of an elderly spinster, who dedicates herself entirely to weaving our battle standards. They ask for dark chestnut spinning wheels to assist her in her commendable efforts. Mayhap you may be able to provide them for so noble a cause?1536545401002300230000False920406280014918041True01260272049923101825852425110089True014
929925Like 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.1536545401002300230000False920406280014918042True0114640010923152625852425110089True014
930926The Long Armillae of the LawThe 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 house's sigil.153654560102300230000False920406280014918043True0133844011233011855852425110089True014
931927Don't Ask WyvernOne of our supply vessels headed towards Falcon's Nest was assailed by a wyvern, leaving naught but broken bows and bodies littering the cliffs. The wife of one of the merchants who perished has sworn vengeance, and has requested a quality bow made from chestnut─the same stock lost along with her beloved.153654560102300230000False920406280014918044True016568009983011855852425110089True014
932928Aim to PleaseAny fool with an onze of common sense knows to draw the arrow at eye level as you aim, but a fresh recruit in the volunteer militia nearly blinded himself on his first day! I am doubtful of this venture, but with the inexperienced so enthusiastic about joining the cause, it cannot be helped. Craft him a hallowed chestnut mask of aiming so he is less like to hurt himself and like to let arrows fly at more suitable targets.151654560102300230000False920406280014918045True013209703613062655852425110089True014
933929Wooden Ambitions (L)House Dzemael's master carpenter at Falcon's Nest has requested several sets of chestnut armillae, which he claims are vital equipment for protecting one's wrists from protruding nails, splintering wood, and the occasional unexpected axe. The craftsmanship of House Dzemael is without rival, and so I would not refuse them if it means even sturdier fortifications.1536545601002300230000False920406280014918046True01186144056163111825852425110089True014
934930A Sky Pirate's Life for Me (L)Following a tragic ambush by wyverns, a fellowship of Ishgardian merchants have taken up arms and formed a free company which sells its services to merchant airships in need of armed escorts. The Temple Knights welcome their efforts to keep these shipments safe, and so we ask that you furnish them with bows whose strings will sing as the curs fall from the heavens.1536545601002300230000False920406280014918047True01361242049923111825852425110089True014
935931To 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.1516545601002300230000False920406280014918048True0153496012483162625852425110089True014
936932Birch, PleaseIn 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.153654580102300230000False920406280014918049True0118357011233021855852425110089True014
937933Anatomy of a Drill BitOrdinary 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.153654580102300230000False920406280014918050True0148439011863021855852425110089True014
938934Hold on AdamantiteThe 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.151654580102300230000False920406280014918051True014214204063072655852425110089True014
939935Built This City on Blocks and Soul (L)Temple Knights, for the most part, are not wont to worry over their facilities' décor. Yet there are those within the Holy See who do, and a new ballista watchtower planned for construction falls under their purview. Per their instructions, the tower shall be made “more dignified, more majestic, and more sacred.” Such changes will require a large supply of lumber, which I would request from you.1536545801002300230000False920406280014918052True01137684056163121825852425110089True014
940936Pulling 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 arrowheads means a new line of dragonscale grinding wheels with which to whet them, and a cofferful to whoever can deliver them the swiftest.1536545801002300230000False920406280014918053True01266415059283121825852425110089True014
941937Spears for Stone Vigilantes (L)House Durendaire has had much success in recent days in reclaiming rooms of the Stone Vigil using a shield-to-spear posture, and seeks to increase the squadrons of knights using the tactic to tenfold. The Horde has amassed more followers in retaliation for their fallen comrades, and the strides we have made could very well be reversed. We need adamantite spears in peak quality posthaste to see the High House to triumph.1516545801002300230000False920406280014918054True0170237014043172625852425110089True014
942938Pummeling AbroadIn its taste for the exotic, House Haillenarte has initiated an exchange in which one outsider—an Ul'dahn pugilist—shall teach the men his art while one of the manufactory's machinists travels abroad to do the same. In nary a fortnight the Ul'dahn has made countless demands, the most recent being for a pair of breeches made from the hide of a scalekin in the Ishgardian fashion. Our leatherworkers will not labor beyond courtesy, so he will have to make do with whatever you can muster.151694500102300230000False1320806280014918055True012113506243981855852425110089True014
943939From Mud to MourningTales of victories are sung, failures are carried by whispers, yet none recall what happens on the field bells after the battle has ended. When the chirurgeons have done all in their power, a mortuary team arrives to salvage ammunition and conduct proper treatment for the war dead. One team will soon be dispatched to a particularly swampy corner of the Dravanian hinterlands, and has much need for jackboots that can endure the terrain.153694500102300230000False1320806280014918056True013340807493981855852425110089True014
944940Glorified Hole-punchersFar too many of these baseborn recruits 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.151694500102300230000False1320806280014918057True012004502254032655852425110089True014
945941The Style of the Time (L)Pugilism has piqued the curiosity of some of the knights, and we have seen an increase in requests for sturdy leggings that can withstand the rough blows that hand-to-hand-to-foot combat entails. However, the leatherworkers we approached rejected our custom, criticizing our knights for growing infatuated with foreign arts. Foreign craftsmen would be better suited to such requisitions, I suppose.1516945001002300230000False1320806280014918058True01116247031204081825852425110089True014
946942These Boots Are Made for Hawkin' (L)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. Several priests will accompany the mortuary contingent to minister to the dead and they must needs replace their thin slippers with something more formidable for the journey.1536945001002300230000False1320806280014918059True01183748037444081825852425110089True014
947943Treat 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 rooves of the manors with their unkempt miens, or so many say, which is why some few 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.1516945001002300230000False1320806280014918060True013340807804132625852425110089True014
948944You Could Say It's a Moving TargetSwift and cunning wyverns are—I have heard they stop their wings and drop towards the earth as if shot upon the release of the ballista, only to pick up again after the bolt is set on its path. A seasoned knight may adapt to these maneuvers, but the misperceptions of a greenhorn could mean death for an entire squadron. They will need practice, and I will need wyvern skin with which to stretch across a moving target.151694520102300230000False1320806280014918061True011823207493991855852425110089True014
949945Maybe He's a LionA Convictor by the name of Lioneleaux has gained some fame among his peers for downing a much-feared wyvern. His accomplishment is to be praised by the Temple Knights as well, for the demise of the beast has reopened the supply routes once avoided due to the danger. I would honor his victory and his family's name by having a “lion” mane of wyvern skin fashioned for him.151694520102300230000False1320806280014918062True014806708113991855852425110089True014
950946(Don't) Love the Skin You're InThere 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 has left this world. Whether there is truth to this or not, it serves to keep soldiers ever alert to the dread tightening of their dragon hide tunics.151694520102300230000False1320806280014918063True011541402704042655852425110089True014
951947They Call It Bloody Mary (L)We train our archers using an enormous mannequin in the shape of a wyvern, hung from a chain and filled with tomatoes in the vital areas. Should an arrow hit its mark, one would know straightaway with the resulting spray of juices. Unfortunately, it also makes the leather as a sopping red sieve. Accordingly, the old skins must needs be replaced with fresh ones, to which I would entrust you the task.1516945201002300230000False1320806280014918064True01136741037444091825852425110089True014
952948The Wyvern of It (L)A knight of the Convictors has succeeded in slaying a deadly wyvern by himself, 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.1516945201002300230000False1320806280014918065True01264372040564091825852425110089True014
953949Wrist Apart (L)This volunteer militia about which the Holy See has grown so enthusiastic is starting to look no more than a regular mercenary unit, and they waste no time in making their needs known. Though I am loath to furnish them with equipment equal to our own, I have no choice but to respect the church's wishes. I request wyvernskin cuffs to fill the order, yet I would complain not if you chose to withhold quality.1516945201002300230000False1320806280014918066True012569109364142625852425110089True014
954950Overall, We Blend InThe 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.153694540102300230000False1320806280014918067True015601409984001855852425110089True014
955951Tally Ho, ChocoboI know of a hunter in Tailfeather who has perfected his posture when loosing arrows from chocoback 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 were it not kicked and cut by shoes made of hard tack leather. Deliver to me a pair of soft dhalmelskin boots so the poor thing will have some sort of protection.153694540102300230000False1320806280014918068True014732209364001855852425110089True014
956952Dragoon Drop RateI have noticed an increase in lowborn candidates for the dragoons selected in our most recent rounds of the Congregation's training facilities. While full many are eager to seize the opportunity and push themselves harder than their highborn counterparts, if they lack quality armor to start, they are not like to succeed. Sense it does not make to give candidates quality armor from the start—they have a nasty habit of dropping.156694540102300230000False1320806280014918069True012839303384052655852425110089True014
957953Eviction 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 the hamlet's traditional garb to be sent to the refugees' places of residence in Ishgard as a message marking the end of their stay. 1536945401002300230000False1320806280014918070True01308078049924101825852425110089True014
958954Hunting 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.1536945401002300230000False1320806280014918071True01260272046804101825852425110089True014
959955Exploiting the Adroit (L)Children orphaned by the jagged maws of Dravanians make fine candidates for the dragoons, as theirs is a special contempt which cannot be found in the hearts of ordinary men. The commanders oft know their story, and thus seek to train and nurture their hatred while suppressing their innate fear. Not all will prove fit to serve, hence we must make use of breeches tough enough to withstand the training, but expendable enough should the candidate crack from the pressure.1566945401002300230000False1320806280014918072True0147322011704152625852425110089True014
960956Don't Sweat the Small FryOne 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.156694560102300230000False1320806280014918073True0153496011234011855852425110089True014
961957I Need Your Glove TonightA 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.154694560102300230000False1320806280014918074True015349609984011855852425110089True014
962958Trainin' the NeckWith the help of the Skysteel Manufactory, we have undertaken the creation of a full-sized training model of a large dragon, complete with wooden joints and a torch pipe that it may move and breathe fire. All that remains is to complete the beast's “armor.” Bring us enough circles of dragon leather to form the neck.151694560102300230000False1320806280014918075True011276003614062655852425110089True014
963959It's All in the Wrists (L)Oh, how I do enjoy putting fresh-faced dragoon hopefuls in their place─especially those who come with ornate helms which they presume will provide sufficient protection. These gudgeons often neglect the most basic of wristguards, for they fail to consider that a clever foe will snap at the hand which holds the lance. They will learn soon enough as their training proceeds, so I would commission you for sets of dragonskin bands in preparation for their rude awakening.1566945601002300230000False1320806280014918076True01294229056164111825852425110089True014
964960Halonic Drake Handlers (L)Some priests have taken to the streets with a chained scalekin to demonstrate that they require naught but the blessings of Halone (and chains) to keep them safe from harm. As a hospitalier, I cannot condone these actions, but if such is the will of the clergy, we must abide. At the very least, my men should be equipped with better gloves for when they tend to the wounded.1546945601002300230000False1320806280014918077True01294229049924111825852425110089True014
965961Training Is Only Skintight (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 dragon skin to drape over the body.1516945601002300230000False1320806280014918078True0121267012484162625852425110089True014
966962Starting Off on the Wrong FootEven should they pass through the fires of their rigorous training, some candidates are ill prepared for the final test. It is not a matter of skill but familiarity, as they are unaccustomed to the weight of the traditional plate. Before wielding the lance as a Knight Dragoon, they must learn to fight with serpentskin armguards, and quality work is required. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>※Master Leatherworker III is required to craft the items requested for this levequest.<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>156694580102300230000False1320806280014918079True0159338011864021855852425110089True014
967963Bar of the BannermenA greenhorn bowman loosed an arrow into one of the wooden frames of the Stone Vigil, and from its shaft unfurled a war standard in its beautiful blue beauty. His brothers were so motivated by his boldness that they commenced another offensive soon after and slew a good number of the enemy. Such inspiration is deserving of reward, and I would pay you to fashion a cap of serpentskin for the lad.151694580102300230000False1320806280014918080True0148439011234021855852425110089True014
968964It Will Knock Your Socks OffOne of the esteemed chosen custodians of the arcane barriers on the Steps of Faith has completed his initial assessment of the damage, but not without a minor setback. In the course of his duties he accidentally triggered one of the remaining active wards, receiving a shock which cast him several yalms into the air. By the grace of Halone he was unharmed, but his boots which absorbed the charge were torn to shreds. He humbly requests that they be replaced.153694580102300230000False1320806280014918081True014214204284072655852425110089True014
969965Raising 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 promising in quite a long time. They call the trial a “mock battle,” yet the only thing mocking about it is that their adversary is not a full-grown wyrm. The birth of a dragoon merits the use of proper armor, that they may be given full rein to demonstrate their skills as they would in the field. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>※Master Leatherworker III is required to craft the items requested for this levequest.<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1566945801002300230000False1320806280014918082True01326360059284121825852425110089True014
970966Do My Little Turn on the Stonewalk (L)House Durendaire has clawed its way back into the Stone Vigil, successfully securing another section of the fortress. Archers of exceptional skill have been summoned to patrol the awnings, and they are in need of caps to keep their heads warm and eyes free of debris. Surely you could create something that meets their demand?1516945801002300230000False1320806280014918083True01266415056164121825852425110089True014
971967On My Own Two Feet (L)The seminarians of the scholasticate chosen to repair the wards on the Steps of Faith have found the work taking more of a toll on their bodies than anticipated. I pray you, craft me boots imbued with properties that might empower one to complete the work of three.1536945801002300230000False1320806280014918084True0170237014824172625852425110089True014
972968Barring the Gates to FoundationAfter the Dravanians' unexpected siege, the Congregation has been seriously devising plans for a response to a terrifying prospect such as a full invasion of Ishgard. While the knights were able to put down a handful of wyverns that breached the walls, one can only imagine the chaos that would ensue if an entire army should land in Foundation and attempt to massacre women and children in the narrow alleyways. In such a scenario, a katzbalger in hand could be quite useful.151664500102300230000False1020506280014918085True014568106863181855852425110089True014
973969Punching Your Way to SuccessAs part of a military arts exchange facilitated by House Haillenarte, a pugilist from Ul'dah requires an additional set of arms to demonstrate the power of his discipline. The blacksmiths lack the familiarity to craft such unconventional weapons that would live up to the pugilist's standards. I suppose you are the only one with whom I could task with creating a pair of weapons that bear resemblance to that of which he speaks.151664500102300230000False1020506280014918086True013954506863181855852425110089True014
974970With Bearings StraightThe outer shells of the dragonkillers are as sure as steel, but the inner workings are delicate and fickle. A ballista that cannot spin and shoot as swift as the dragon soars could mean the deaths of hundreds of men. We must find a worthy blacksmith for crafting the nuggets required for mythrite bearings-bring them to me and I will see to it you are well paid.153664500102300230000False1020506280014918087True01708502253232655852425110089True014
975971Starting 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.1516645001002300230000False1020506280014918088True01251250034323281825852425110089True014
976972Foreign Exchange (L)An Ul'dahn pugilist under sponsorship of House Haillenarte seeks to teach the knights what use hands can be in the case they are disarmed. I understand not the feasibility of pummeling a dragon at close range, yet much to my chagrin, 'twould seem the men are enjoying the lesson. They have started to ask for claws made of mythrite, to which I task you to create.1516645001002300230000False1020506280014918089True01217499034323281825852425110089True014
977973Bearing the Brunt (L)Very clever the Dravanians were in their most recent attack, for they took special care to disable the dragonkillers first, knowing the ballistas could turn the tides rapidly. While many of our beloved devices have survived the brunt of the flames, the sensitive internal gears have been weakened with use, and the pikes cannot swivel as seamlessly as they used to. The ballistas' bearings must needs be replaced, and I would task you with crafting the mythrite nuggets with which to create them.1536645001002300230000False1020506280014918090True011180807803332625852425110089True014
978974It's All about ExecutionA heretic was found to be guilty after dragon spawn was found in her cellar. Her crime is so offensive to the Fury that her sentence calls for a beheading that will not allow her the luxury of a quick, clean death. I would pay you to provide me with the longsword with which to carry it out, but I would be lying if I said that your work would not be...altered to make the punishment fit the crime.155664520102300230000False1020506280014918091True016298508113191855852425110089True014
979975Freight and BarrelRumors have surfaced of heretics using supply caravans as a mode of covert transportation, traveling in barrels and crates. Thus the Holy See has allowed ordinary merchants to arm themselves with weapons for their protection. Merchants may not be familiar with a sword or a spear, yet a pair of stilettos could serve their purpose quite well, as they can also be used for rigging and rope-cutting besides.153664520102300230000False1020506280014918092True014806708113191855852425110089True014
980976Cautionary CutleryKnights stationed in places of the far corners of the map find good cuts of meat hard to come by, surrounded by creatures of tough hides and lean composition. A utensil made from mythrite may allow for less time carving for the stew and more time put towards completing the mission. May you design some possible prototypes for the mess kits? 153664520102300230000False1020506280014918093True011989002933242655852425110089True014
981977Too Big to Miss (L)These are dark times in Ishgard, when heretics arise from their feathered beds to corrupt the hearts of the purest, leading them to perform unspeakable acts in their stead. We inquisitors have appealed to the Holy See to grant us our own means of defense—longswords to carry on our persons for particularly violent interactions. The request has been granted, and should you craft us these weapons of justice, I would ensure you are paid very well for your services.1556645201002300230000False1020506280014918094True01346420040563291825852425110089True014
982978Stepping on My Heart with Stilettos (L)Three merchant sisters oft commissioned by the Temple Knights to deliver goods to the Sea of Clouds have expressed increased concern with heretics stowing away on vessels meant to supply the knights. They have asked me for light, unobtrusive arms that may be worn while on duty and quickly brought to bear against dangerous stowaways should the need arise.1536645201002300230000False1020506280014918095True01264372040563291825852425110089True014
983979Saw, Shank, and Redemption (L)The Temple Knives, culinarians sent to serve men in the field, have reported that their blades are dull, their numbers dwindle, and the snapping drakes near their campfires are multiplying. 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. Provide me with a set of mythrite knives suitable for cutting up dhalmel shanks and dragons alike.1536645201002300230000False1020506280014918096True0133150010143342625852425110089True014
984980I Could Feel That from HereTimes of heightened violence exhaust our resources to the point where we adapt for our own survival, and for one thousand years, we as a people have become quite adept. Leather sliced from dragon corpses is considerably durable (and plentiful), yet there are not many knives capable of cutting through such tough material. Those made from sharpened titanium come to mind when slicing through dragon scales, and our supply has been dwindling as of late.153664540102300230000False1020506280014918097True014732209363201855852425110089True014
985981I Saw the PineI 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 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. 153664540102300230000False1020506280014918098True014732209363201855852425110089True014
986982Keep Up with the MechanicsThe Skysteel Manufactory requests a skilled smith to create some sort of flintlock that will be utilized in their machinists' newfangled art. 'Twould seem weaponry outside of the traditionally sanctioned armaments is not so easily accepted by the blacksmith guilds, who have declined to take up the offer to forge the contraption. I suppose I have no choice but to leave the task to you, and I will even pay coin for it.151664540102300230000False1020506280014918099True014779303153252655852425110089True014
987983Tensions in Creasing (L)Halone favors the brave, and the slaying of a great draconian foe has given us a bounty of scales! But we must make haste to salvage the hide before the bateleurs eat their fill─such valuable material must not go to waste when it can be cut and sewn into garments that mock the Dravanians as we storm them in combat. We need creasing knives forged from titanium, on the double!1536645401002300230000False1020506280014918100True01260272046803301825852425110089True014
988984I Came, I Sawed, I Conquered (L)The craftsmen of Ishgard have been toiling from dawn to dusk working on new dragonkiller designs that will withstand the most stressful trials of fire and claw. As scrolls of varying designs fill the planning room, the previous models dull the teeth of the carpenters' handsaws, thus replacements are in order for them to continue to perfect the design.1536645401002300230000False1020506280014918101True01260272046803301825852425110089True014
989985Unconventional Weaponry (L)While we've no qualms about adding more advanced tools from the Skysteel Manufactory to our arsenal, any knight worth his salt knows the Fury is pleased most with the use of traditional weaponry-─the bow, the sword, and the lance. However, we have an accord with the manufactory on technology, and if they wish to display the pomp and pistols of their machinists in combat, I would be obliged to leave the task of crafting the armaments to you.1516645401002300230000False1020506280014918102True0179656010923352625852425110089True014
990986UnbreakerOnly a handful of dragonkillers have special chain pikes and are constructed in such a way that keeps them mobile, yet ably bolted to the ground. 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 and more likely be damaged. Therefore I ask you to bring me ingots of titanium with which to craft the pieces.153664560102300230000False1020506280014918103True012401809983211855852425110089True014
991987Diamond SawdustThe restoration of the capital would progress a great deal quicker if only the handsaws would cooperate. You would think the Holy See's blacksmiths aught to accommodate the climate turning wood into ice. What good is a handsaw if the teeth are worn down before a single run through frozen grain? Forge me a sturdier tool, I will be sure to make it worth your while. 153664560102300230000False1020506280014918104True0173148010613211855852425110089True014
992988Spirituality InspectorThe work of the blacksmiths does not escape the strict oversight of the Holy See, and one priest in particular has been a thorn in my side. Miserable of his duty, he worries more of dirtying his robes than the production of equipment for our victories. During one of his inspections, he was disgusted by the dustings of soot of one of the shops and ordered all of the smithing tools to be discarded for “lack of spiritual purity.” They must needs be replaced, and the sooner, the better.153664560102300230000False1020506280014918105True013209703833262655852425110089True014
993989Attack on Titanium (L)The order has come down from on high to strengthen all aspects of the dragonkillers, including replacing pikes of iron with those of titanium. While the edict suits to bolster our defense, they speak as if replacing all of the ballista bolts in the city is a simple matter! I have no choice but to round up more blacksmiths from the outside to complete the entire order. Will you lend me your hammer arm as well? 1536645601002300230000False1020506280014918106True01180139049923311825852425110089True014
994990I'm a Lumberjack and I'm Okay (L)While Ishgard is dutifully patrolled by the Temple Knights, I grow concerned with the rumors that Dravanians are developing a taste for unarmed purveyors of botany who roam the lands beyond the Holy See's walls to acquire precious resources. 'Twould seem these gatherers cannot survive without a heavier arsenal for their own protection, thus I desire a blacksmith who can forge an axe that may be used to fell both trees and dragon alike.1536645601002300230000False1020506280014918107True01402314053043311825852425110089True014
995991The Clamor for Hammers (L)With our adversaries emboldened, the smithing guilds have been working their hammers to the nub in answering the clamor for better weapons. While struggling to fill the seemingly unending orders for the Temple Knights, they barely have enough time to repair their own tools before the next arsenal is requisitioned. There is much coin to be had for one who can forge them more durable hammers.1536645601002300230000False1020506280014918108True0153496013263362625852425110089True014
996992Through Thick and ThinOne would laugh at the notion of a single archer standing their ground against a towering champion of the Horde, yet that would be underestimating the arsenal at our disposal. With arrows fashioned from materials harder than diamonds, a good pierce through the throat could just as easily incapacitate the foe as one of the dragonkillers! Such arrows, however, are saved only for the seasoned archers, as such, they pay handsomely for adamantite.153664580102300230000False1020506280014918109True0123589011233221855852425110089True014
997993Winter Weather ConditionsThe Skysteel Manufactory frets much about the ballistas, and their most vital work comes at dawn when the contraptions are coated in a thick sheet of ice that immobilizes the internal pivot chambers. The faster an engineer can pick apart the large chunks, the faster the dragonkillers can feed metal into the chests of our enemy. For this work, the sharpest dolabras are required. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>※Master Blacksmith III is required to craft the items requested for this levequest.<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>153664580102300230000False1020506280014918110True0181136012483221855852425110089True014
998994Swords for PlowsharesFollowing 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.151664580102300230000False1020506280014918111True016176004063272655852425110089True014
999995Piercing 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 rarer commodity, for it takes days to create a single arrow of adamantite that pierces even the strongest dragon scales. As a result of the Horde's invasion, my need of adamantite nuggets is acute for those elite bowmen stationed along Ishgard's walls.1536645801002300230000False1020506280014918112True01176921056163321825852425110089True014
1000996The Nightsoil Is Dark and Full of Terrors (L)Mayhap with darker purpose than prank, someone has poured buckets of sewer water onto several 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 free all of the weapons from their statues of scum, therefore sets of dolabras are needed for an entire team to restore the ballistas. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>※Master Blacksmith III is required to craft the items requested for this levequest.<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1536645801002300230000False1020506280014918113True01446249062403321825852425110089True014
1001997Negative, 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.1516645801002300230000False1020506280014918114True01102934014043372625852425110089True014
1002998Hauberk and No PlayI 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 hauberk to settle the debt of his induction into the ranks. He has since been arrested, so I would ask you to craft another to replace the stock lost.153674500102300230000False1120606280014918115True012113506243381855852425110089True014
1003999Rivets Run through ItThe grand gates to the city must be able to open and shut at a moment's notice, barring any monstrosities from barreling into the city proper. In light of the devastating consequences that could occur from a potential breach, the engineers under the auspices of the Temple Knights have commenced replacing the rivets that hold the vital physical barriers together and are in dire need of those fashioned from mythrite to complete the task.153674500102300230000False1120606280014918116True01886206863381855852425110089True014
10041000Don't Scuttle with ScutaNo sooner than the dragon takes the air into its lungs that knights must raise their shields to protect them from the following conflagration. Alas, every alleyway is the front line in a siege, 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 scuta resistant to the flames, in the hopes that they'll have enough courage to use them.151674500102300230000False1120606280014918117True012004502483432655852425110089True014
10051001Knights without Armor (L)Within the span of one moon, three men have reported their mythrite armor missing or stolen and I somehow sense foul play at hand. I will not suffer knights to sell their equipment for coin. If they want replacements, then I would pay you to craft them for me. But this time, I will mark them thus and see if they end up on the dark corners of the Crozier and get to the bottom of the mystery.1536745001002300230000False1120606280014918118True01116247031203481825852425110089True014
10061002A 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.1536745001002300230000False1120606280014918119True0166471034323481825852425110089True014
10071003Shielded by Bureaucracy (L)Shields, they insisted. I oft wonder what will become of this voluntary militia of the Holy See. While the extra security is appreciated, the first shields should be given to those who have dedicated their souls to combat. As our official armorers are already overburdened with orders, I would commission you to craft shields you feel the commoners deserve.1516745001002300230000False1120606280014918120True013340808583532625852425110089True014
10081004Let Faith Light the WayTreks 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.151674520102300230000False1120606280014918121True015552608113391855852425110089True014
10091005The Cut Alembical CordCleanliness in the infirmary is essential, and in between visits to patients, there is precious little time allowed for running to the water pump to thoroughly wash our hands and sanitize the tools. An alembic would be helpful in creating a solvent with which to rub on the hands to prevent disease from spreading, and I would ask you to create one so more time may be dedicated to treating the sick.154674520102300230000False1120606280014918122True013315007493391855852425110089True014
10101006Pan That Laid the Golden EggAfter 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.153674520102300230000False1120606280014918123True012436502703442655852425110089True014
10111007Fifty 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.1516745201002300230000False1120606280014918124True01305396040563491825852425110089True014
10121008Sheer 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 one 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.1546745201002300230000False1120606280014918125True01182325037443491825852425110089True014
10131009Skillet with Fire (L)Field culinarians are a curious breed, gruff in spirit and able to prepare a feast with minimal resources. 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.1536745201002300230000False1120606280014918126True014060809363542625852425110089True014
10141010As the Bolt FliesSo long as our dragonkillers cannot reach their quarry, the dragons will be protected by the altitude to which they fly. And if our enemy is allowed to escape, it will surely bring reinforcements on the next assault. As you may be aware, how far a bolt can soar depends on the strength of the cog-gears which propel it. Thus the manufactory is looking for an armorer who could bring them titanium of considerable quality with which to improve the tension of the ballista gears.153674540102300230000False1120606280014918127True012124608743401855852425110089True014
10151011Someone Put Dung in My HelmetThe candidates for the Knights Dragoon are always under intense pressure that leaves their heads pounding by the end of a training session, leading some to 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.156674540102300230000False1120606280014918128True014732208743401855852425110089True014
10161012Sometimes the South WinsEvery now and then, highborn knights will come together to remember the glory days of yore with reenactments of Ishgard's finest battles, two houses on each side. While the recreations are meant to be historical, the knights rarely forget their house rivalries and the victorious side appears to change each time. Roughhousing and friendly jabs are expected and thus quality armor is needed so that the knights save their intended armor for our Dravanian foes.151674540102300230000False1120606280014918129True013360803383452655852425110089True014
10171013Heavy Metal Banned (L)The wyverns mock Ishgard, smiling crooked smiles as the wind carries them hundreds of malms into the air out of reach of our dragonkillers. Once word was received that the manufactory successfully created lighter cog-gears strong enough to launch a bolt a hundred malms higher, the order had been carried out from high to replace all of the ballistas in the capital with the new gears. With your help, our bolts will soar higher and the wyverns shall smirk no longer.1536745401002300230000False1120606280014918130True01159349043683501825852425110089True014
10181014Rage against the Scream (L)As their training forces the Knights Dragoon to adopt a fighting posture as soon as the screams of dragons are heard, the candidates prefer to use sallets of titanium. Rumor has it that not only is the headpiece as light as a feather, but the wind blowing through can carry sounds from great distances so the wearer will know when the enemy approaches.1566745401002300230000False1120606280014918131True01260272043683501825852425110089True014
10191015The Thriller of Autumn (L)The knights of the noble houses have begun practicing for period-accurate warfare in a reenactment of the famous Ishgardian victory in the Autumn War. The tactics used are somewhat different, as we charged men rather than beasts in the battle, hence the knights participating have requested armor made of titanium. I task you with crafting pieces light enough to run in, but strong enough to withstand a lance thrust.1516745401002300230000False1120606280014918132True0156014011703552625852425110089True014
10201016A Squire to InspireThere have been whispers in the Pillars of an assassin, stealing away in the night to murder a noblewoman clad in naught but her nightdress. Her squire took the sting of the knife in her stead, declaring the noblewoman would die not by sullied men's hands. The assassin was apprehended and the boy treated, but so moved was I by his courage that I will pay a purseload of coin to the armorer who can craft me a shield to honor him.151674560102300230000False1120606280014918133True014367009983411855852425110089True014
10211017A Halonic MasqueradeWhile we are aware of Lady Iceheart's treacherous group of knaves, theirs is not the only group of heretics the inquisitors must contend with. There are others with separate goals that spill into the same ideology—different means to an end. One such group calls themselves “peacemakers,” and they wear scouting masks to conceal their identities while they foment heresy. One of my subordinates wishes to infiltrate their group, and I would pay you well to forge me a proper scouting mask similar to theirs.155674560102300230000False1120606280014918134True015349609983411855852425110089True014
10221018Belle of the BrawlThe knights assigned to capital patrols are oft disappointed with their delegation, for it compares not to those who brave the heat of dragon fire. They are more like to vent their vexation in ale-sopped brawls, and one such brawl has left a Brume man's wife injured after being struck in the face with a gauntlet. I cannot afford to pull the instigators into recess while a siege looms ahead. In lieu, I would prefer to keep the baseborn quiet and sate his demand for armor fresh from the forge.151674560102300230000False1120606280014918135True013209703613462655852425110089True014
10231019All's Fair in Highborn Assassination (L)A squire of House Haillenarte saved his master from an assassination and has become quite vulnerable to retaliation from whomever sent the behest. His deed, while noble, has put the house on alert, and they have requested an extra squadron of bodyguards to be sent to protect the boy until the inquisition can conclude an investigation into possible heretical involvement. With such a threat, the bodyguards should be equipped with study shields to prevent themselves from blades hidden in the shadows.1516745601002300230000False1120606280014918136True01240187049923511825852425110089True014
10241020Why 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. We are in need of disguises, yet I entrust it to no soul but you outsider, for should conspirators among the armorers anticipate our arrival, there could be but one source.1556745601002300230000False1120606280014918137True01294229049923511825852425110089True014
10251021Shouldering the Shut-ins (L)The ranks of the volunteer militia swell, with more men and women signing up every day. Yet even knights must train to grow into their armored shells, and I have my doubts that naught but those with experience in masonry, blacksmithing, and other physically demanding trades have sufficient strength to endure the strain. I need someone who can forge something lightweight for the arms that will not hinder what little movement they can make.1516745601002300230000False1120606280014918138True0153496012483562625852425110089True014
10261022Sir, Dost Thou Even HeftOne 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, 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.151674580102300230000False1120606280014918139True0181136011863421855852425110089True014
10271023Look Before You LeapAmong 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>※Master Armorer III is required to craft the items requested for this levequest.<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>156674580102300230000False1120606280014918140True0159338012483421855852425110089True014
10281024The Mast ChanceSome may grouse that their children will have grown before the <Emphasis>Protector</Emphasis> once again claims the skies as her own. I pay them no heed, for the more time spent, the more likely the ship will be unassailable. Handfuls of rivets are requested to anchor the mast to the baseboards, but take care to craft them from materials which will withstand wear and tear.153674580102300230000False1120606280014918141True01944504063472655852425110089True014
10291025Men 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. Along with various other materiel, it is understood that they have great need for stout leg guards suitable for heavy infantry.1516745801002300230000False1120606280014918142True01446249059283521825852425110089True014
10301026Patience, 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. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>※Master Armorer III is required to craft the items requested for this levequest.<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>1566745801002300230000False1120606280014918143True01326360062403521825852425110089True014
10311027The Rose and the Riveter (L)In the art of airship building, even the most minuscule details must not be overlooked. For all of the <Emphasis>Protector</Emphasis>'s grandeur, 'twould be for naught should the hull give out in mid-flight due to changes in air pressure, 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. 1536745801002300230000False1120606280014918144True0115742014043572625852425110089True014
10321028Little Orphan CandyA 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.1516124500102300230000False1621106280014918145True012751706864381855852425110089True014
10331029The Next to Last SupperUpon 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.1536124500102300230000False1621106280014918146True013439007494381855852425110089True014
10341030The Aroma of FaithI do not pity those who cannot rise above their misfortune. Nevertheless, sometimes the best way to earn a man's loyalty is through his stomach─and the baseborn have much to hunger for these days. The Holy See is hoping the knights might be able to entice them to join the ranks of the militia, so I am searching for a dish sample that would whet the appetite enough to consider taking up the sword. As a master chef, you would know better than I.1536124500102300230000False1621106280014918147True011459602704432655852425110089True014
10351031Confections of Confession (L)A group of street urchins took note when I gave a fig bavarois to a child as a reward for pointing out heresy. I told them there would be plenty to go 'round for any who could lead me to more. With their help, the knights have rounded up seven accused since the last bell. Bake me their due sweets and the children will be happy, the inquisitors satisfied, and all will be well in Ishgard...for now.15161245001002300230000False1621106280014918148True01151348034324481825852425110089True014
10361032Nostalgia through the Stomach (L)While knights who fall in battle shall know peace everlasting in Halone's halls, those seriously wounded on campaign are returned to the capital for a far shorter reprieve until they can be dispatched once more. During their homecoming to Ishgard, they enjoy time spent with their families, good ale, and dishes they have not supped upon in quite some time.15361245001002300230000False1621106280014918149True01189149037444481825852425110089True014
10371033Soup'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. The See tends to see heretics as more detrimental to the war than the hungry, thus a plan has been writ to serve the needy and rekindle faith in the Fury. Find me a dish worthy of the poor's tastes yet easy enough to prepare and distribute throughout the capital.15361245001002300230000False1621106280014918150True012432609364532625852425110089True014
10381034Such a Butter FaceCulinarians 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.1536124520102300230000False1621106280014918151True013106108114391855852425110089True014
10391035Loving That Muffin TopThe second commander has a tendency to shut himself in his room for days on end, ever seeking ways to improve the flow of supplies to the far reaches of Dravania. He forgoes supper for fear of dozing, yet I think it wise to prepare a snack to quell his hunger. A simple leavened muffin should suffice, devoid of heaviness that would entice him to sleep.1536124520102300230000False1621106280014918152True012748108114391855852425110089True014
10401036Persona non GratinHouse Haillenarte will participate in joint exercises with House Dzemael, and my hope is that the supper which follows allows for more amity between the two. Finding a dish that would dull sharp tongues has proven difficult, yet I am confident dhalmel gratin will suffice. It has a thick consistency preferred by many knights of House Dzemael and is made with meat most familiar to those Rose Knights who have served in Camp Cloudtop.1516124520102300230000False1621106280014918153True012132203154442655852425110089True014
10411037No Margarine of Error (L)The Rose Knights of Camp Cloudtop are accustomed to braving the elements, yet one would be surprised what improved hygiene does for their morale. In such a remote location, water for bathing is rationed, and the men find it difficult to keep their facial hair trimmed and neat. Fermented butter, while normally for culinary purpose, can also be used for a clean shave, and the men in Camp Cloudtop have asked for it in large quantities.15361245201002300230000False1621106280014918154True01170838040564491825852425110089True014
10421038Muffin of the Morn (L)Night's watch in Ishgard is no easy task, as heretics are wont to work their sinister plots upon a sleeping city. Since the Calamity, the frigid temperatures at night have made the shift all the worse; exhaustion sets in as dawn approaches, but mayhap warm, chewy muffins to look forward to at the end of the patrol will keep them awake. Supply me with the baked goods so they may find hard-earned rest on a full stomach.15361245201002300230000False1621106280014918155True01151146040564491825852425110089True014
10431039Recipe for Disaster (L)What were intended to be joint drills for knights of houses Haillenarte and Dzemael have become naught more than contests of strength and speed, with more men joining in by the day. Halone forbid the braggarts put more energy into training than boasting. I can only hope that dinner will bring an end to the incessant banter─heaping servings of thick dhalmel gratin should keep them chewing for a while.15161245201002300230000False1621106280014918156True0135536010924542625852425110089True014
10441040The Nutcracker's SweetsWhile I grow tired of the countless meetings with senior clergy regarding the minutiae of Ishgard's defenses, I recognize the necessity of keeping everyone abreast of the latest developments. Even so, I find myself quite annoyed with a certain cardinal who always brings a pouch of Gridanian walnuts and cracks open the shells with his teeth during our discussions. 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.1516124540102300230000False1621106280014918157True0131676010614401855852425110089True014
10451041Breakfast of ChampionsThe 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.1516124540102300230000False1621106280014918158True014593109984401855852425110089True014
10461042Old Victories, New TastesThe Holy See, tiring of the same old culinary fare, is requesting outside assistance in coming up with dishes reminiscent of the time of the Autumn War. The culinarians who prepare the best dishes will receive a good handful of coin for their efforts, so I gave your name as one who might provide something promising. The officials from the See await your submission with bated breath.1526124540102300230000False1621106280014918159True012338603834452655852425110089True014
10471043Time for a Midnight Snack (L)I am a man of action, and much prefer the excitement of the battlefield to the banality of meetings. Alas, the responsibilities of my rank oft keep me in Ishgard, where said meetings run well into the night with no break for supper. As I am in charge of preparing the next exchange, I seek a culinarian who can provide me with something easy to nibble on without making too much noise. 15161245401002300230000False1621106280014918160True01174222053044501825852425110089True014
10481044Emerald Soup for the Soul (L)Blasphemy is a ragged peasant swinging a mythrite sword as a drunk with a broken bottle. Without some small guidance from the Temple Knights, these commoners of the volunteer militia are more likely to injure their comrades than the enemy. No, they must be introduced to more intense standard training. Lunch must be provided to sway them to stay, I suppose, and I would have you boil tureens of emerald soup to keep them running.15161245401002300230000False1621106280014918161True01252623049924501825852425110089True014
10491045The Eats of Authenticity (L)Knights from the noble houses oft participate in unofficial reenactments of our countrymen's most notable victories. Holy members of the church occasionally attend the crowd favorite, the Autumn War, 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 their palates nicely.15261245401002300230000False1621106280014918162True0138978013264552625852425110089True014
10501046Saucy for a SuitorA certain young maiden pursues a suitor who once mentioned to her in passing that he is quite fond of fish. Naturally, she wanted to serve him the finest fish 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. This being a delicate matter, I would prefer to spare her feelings, yet I feel adding a few drops of hollandaise sauce to the dish might serve to mask its putrid flavor.1516124560102300230000False1621106280014918163True012912809364411855852425110089True014
10511047It Goes Down SmoothlyA commander on the battlefield was caught in a crossfire by a ball of fire that blistered 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.1546124560102300230000False1621106280014918164True0140919011234411855852425110089True014
10521048Persuasion of a Higher PowerA priest has arranged for an audience with the lord commander regarding an urgent matter. 'Twould seem the church is looking to mandate additional readings of scripture as part of the training exercises for every knight in the order. While I am all for religious devotion, I can see the lord commander grimacing at the thought of burdening the knights with yet another duty. While he is confident he can convince the priest that the troops are already quite spiritual, mayhap a seafood delicacy would be more persuasive.1536124560102300230000False1621106280014918165True012195704064462655852425110089True014
10531049Saved by the Sauce (L)In a particularly brutal scuffle with heretics, 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 sampling, to which I regret. It 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.15161245601002300230000False1621106280014918166True01160204046804511825852425110089True014
10541050Quenching the Flame (L)Those unlucky 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.15461245601002300230000False1621106280014918167True01225055056164511825852425110089True014
10551051Loaves and Fishes (L)The lives senior clergy and our officers lead can be quite different and nowhere is this more evident than in the dining room. The senior clergy always insist on naught but the finest gourmet dishes served on silver platters, with La Noscean wines drunk from bejeweled goblets. In contrast, we knights have been disciplined to live on stale bread and our own determination. Mayhap you can whip up a course to bridge the two tastes. 15361245601002300230000False1621106280014918168True0136595014044562625852425110089True014
10561052Let's Not Get SappyThe lord commander is a remarkably modest man, and shirks the fine cuisines of the capital, instead choosing to break the same bread as any common soldier. The one pleasure to which he indulges is a dash of rich birch syrup in his morning tea, ever so subtly. He may complain if he were to know of my intention, but given the immense burden he carries, I would give him naught but the most exquisite syrup.1576124580102300230000False1621106280014918169True0117050011864421855852425110089True014
10571053Soup That Eats Like a KnightI'm sure you have enough sense to know what makes a good meal that warms to the bone. Emerald soup, however, is not on my menu─drink down that thin broth and you'll be pissing green in nary a bell's toll. Clam chowder with a thick slab of hard bread─now that's soup for a warrior! In fact, now that I think on it, my stomach has started yearning for a hot bowl of the stuff.1516124580102300230000False1621106280014918170True0145387012484421855852425110089True014
10581054Don't Let It Fall ApartReplacing ballista components means long periods spent underneath the giant contraptions, and the engineers' obsession with the machinery offers them nary a moment's rest. As they prefer to continue work while they eat, I would like to deliver them liver-cheese sandwiches that can be devoured with one hand while the other turns the wrench.1536124580102300230000False1621106280014918171True012121604284472655852425110089True014
10591055Luxury Spillover (L)The lord commander is fond of adding a few drops of birch syrup to his morning tea, so I had imported a small bottle of the highest quality for his enjoyment. Alas, in receiving dire news of another assault by a draconian captain, I spread the map across the table and spilled the bottle upon the floor. I would ask you to procure three bottles of the rich stuff to ensure it does not happen again.15761245801002300230000False1621106280014918172True0193775059284521825852425110089True014
10601056Like Ma Used to Make (L)At last, the newest round of inductees for the Knights Dragoon have completed the final trial and a send-off banquet is to be held in their honor. While the finest chefs in Ishgard are busily preparing the main entrées for the feast, there are not enough hands in the kitchen to prepare the appetizers. I would employ your talents to come up with a hearty dish that reminds the dragoons of home whence they may not return to in a long while, if at all.15161245801002300230000False1621106280014918173True01249631062404521825852425110089True014
10611057Better Come Back with a Sandwich (L)The ballistas on the Steps of Faith require more repairs than originally anticipated and the Skysteel Manufactory has sent a number of machinists for the task. After many bells of cranking, ratcheting, and oiling, I am certain a hearty meal would give them heart and much-needed relief besides.15361245801002300230000False1621106280014918174True0135360014824572625852425110089True014
10621058The Mustache Suits HimNotices have been posted hither and thither for a wanted heretic hiding among the baseborn, yet it seems his followers are greater in number than realized. Upon passing by some of the posters, I notice many scratched with coarse graffiti about the priests. If the rats intend to mock me, then I shall have need of mythrite ink to create copies strong enough to withstand the marks.1536114500102300230000False1521006280014918175True012727206244181855852425110089True014
10631059Summoning for DummiesI oft considered the entities summoned from grimoires as innately heretical, as it was mostly those who wished to unravel Halone's will who used them in their minatory schemes. Yet in recent years, I have seen many who use the power of the tomes while invoking Halone's will, and I have begun to wonder whether the arcanic spirits themselves are not vile of mind so long as they can quicken the death of the unbelievers─fight fire with fire if you will. Procure me one of these summoning grimoires so I may have it inspected by the scholasticate.1536114500102300230000False1521006280014918176True013340806244181855852425110089True014
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