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| 4 | 0 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_1 | What brings ye to our kitchen, 'venturer? Fancy learnin' about the culinary arts, maybe? |
| 5 | 1 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_Q1_000_1 | What will you ask? |
| 6 | 2 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_A1_000_1 | What do you do here? |
| 7 | 3 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_A1_000_2 | What are the culinary arts? |
| 8 | 4 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_A1_000_3 | Nothing. |
| 9 | 5 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_2 | Lyngsath's me name, an' I'm 'ead chef 'ere at the Bismarck, the finest restaurant in all Eorzea. |
| 10 | 6 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_3 | 'Tis my charge to make sure everyone as dines in our 'alls leaves with a smile on their face. The job's mostly supervisin' journeyman chefs at their work, but I try to fit in as much cookin' as I can. |
| 11 | 7 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_4 | That ain't all I do, though. I also 'appen to be master o' the Culinarians' Guild, which lives under this same roof. |
| 12 | 8 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_100_4 | That role has me trainin' aspirin' culinarians─which is without a doubt me most rewardin' endeavor. Don't matter if ye can't tell one end of a skillet from the other─if yer willin' to learn, I'm more than willin' to teach ye. |
| 13 | 9 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_5 | There's some as say the culinary arts are just a lot o' fancy cookin'─but that's only the 'alf of it. 'Tis true we take well-known dishes an' raise 'em to mouthwaterin' 'eights, but when we ain't busy doin' that, we're laborin' to bring new tastes an' textures into the world. |
| 14 | 10 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_6 | Now, as ye can prob'ly imagine, both of the above call fer a decent 'elpin' of experience an' skill...but neither's worth a damn if ye ain't got <Emphasis>passion</Emphasis>. |
| 15 | 11 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_7 | Our trade's as tough as old mutton, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>son</If>, an' passion's the only thing what gets us through the gristly bits. |
| 16 | 12 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_8 | When ye pour yer 'eart an' soul into a dish only to 'ave a patron call it slop, will ye swallow yer pride an' start again, or will ye run 'ome cryin'? |
| 17 | 13 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_9 | Words cut deeper'n knives, 'venturer. An' when yer pride's been 'acked to shreds, passion's the only thing as keeps ye standin' in front o' the stove. |
| 18 | 14 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_010 | Well, if it ain't <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>, the Bismarck's celebrity chef! Come to whip us all up some tasty treat, 'ave ye? |
| 19 | 15 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_020 | <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>! Keepin' yer nose to the skillet, I 'ope? Ye ought to know that some mean-lookin' bastards was sniffin' about fer ye earlier. Rest assured, I sent 'em all on their way. “If ye ain't 'ere to dine, then bugger off,” I said. |
| 20 | 16 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_021 | Aye, them nasty rumors about ye 'ave made their rounds in Limsa, but no one puts any stock in 'em─yers truly least of all. So ye jus' keep on doin' what ye do best, an' try not to worry, eh? It'll all blow over soon, see if it don't. |
| 21 | 17 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_030 | 'Ello there, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>son</If>. Trainin' 'ard fer the Dellemont d'Or, I trust? Yer the guild's very best, an' I don't doubt ye'll put on a good show. But whatever the result, yer bound to come out o' the contest a better culinarian than when ye went in, an' that's the most important thing. |
| 22 | 18 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_040 | Well, if it ain't the distinguished champion o' the Dellemont d'Or! If yer not too busy winnin' yerself more glory, why don't ye stay awhile, 'elp yer fellows in the kitchen? |
| 23 | 19 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_050 | Ah, if it ain't the guild's shinin' star. Yer foray into Far Eastern cuisine goin' well, I trust? I look forward to seein' ye return with yer repertoire much expanded. |
| 24 | 20 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_060 | Ah, if it ain't the guild's shinin' star. Travelin' all the way to the Far East fer yer craft─now that's dedication! When we get the chance, I'd love to sample some o' them dishes as ye learned 'ow to make. |
| 25 | 21 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_Q2_000_001 | What will you ask? |
| 26 | 22 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_A2_000_001 | How are things? |
| 27 | 23 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_A2_000_002 | What are the culinary arts? |
| 28 | 24 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_A2_000_003 | Nothing. |
| 29 | 25 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_100 | Our reputation's never been shinier, thanks to the mouthwaterin' dishes ye served the sultana. |
| 30 | 26 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_101 | Folk are bookin' tables <Emphasis>moons</Emphasis> ahead o' time to taste the 'eaven as spoken o' by 'Er Majesty, while aspirin' chefs're flockin' to learn the skills what silenced the Chefsbane. |
| 31 | 27 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_102 | So, as ye can see, things couldn't be better, but rest assured we ain't allowin' ourselves to grow lax. The fires o' passion burn as 'otly in these kitchens as they ever did. |
| 32 | 28 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_120 | Not to worry ye, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>son</If>, but things've slowed down a bit fer us. It seems safe to say we're losin' customers to the Missin' Member. |
| 33 | 29 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_121 | The place is more popular than ever since its new 'ead chef came on board. H'mhasi Tia's the bloke's name, an' 'e clearly knows 'is craft. |
| 34 | 30 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_122 | At a glance, 'e may look a fool, but fools don't win the Dellemont d'Or. |
| 35 | 31 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_130 | I expected this to 'appen, but after ye won the Dellemont d'Or, there's been no end to the customers what come askin' after yer cookin'. |
| 36 | 32 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_131 | I've fair lost count o' the times I've 'ad to apologize to folk, explainin' that, as an adventurer, ye ain't bound to the Bismarck. But loath as I am to disappoint 'em, yer more'n doin' yer part fer our good name by bringin' our quality to all corners o' the realm. |
| 37 | 33 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_132 | But remember this, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>son</If>: celebrated as ye are, it takes a lifetime to master our art. I recall 'avin' said somethin' to this effect when ye first came to us. What were me words again? A soup in a twelve-course dinner? Bah, I forget. The point is, I wants ye to keep workin' at yer cookin'. An' most important of all, never forget yer passion. |
| 38 | 34 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_140 | Seein' ye go off to explore new cuisines, well, it's lit a fire in me belly. |
| 39 | 35 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_141 | If truth be told, I'm considerin' addin' Far Eastern dishes to the Bismarck menu as well. |
| 40 | 36 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_142 | Ain't me intent to compete with ye, o' course. If we both was to grow from the experience, I'd take it as a win. |
| 41 | 37 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_150 | Ye might've 'eard, but we'd begun servin' Far Eastern cuisine 'ere as well. Was sellin' pretty well fer a while, too, but then word got out some restaurant in Revenant's Toll was servin' better stuff than us, an' that was the end o' that. |
| 42 | 38 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_151 | I can see yer hands all over this, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>lad</If>. If it was Raulf alone, I doubt it would've been this successful. |
| 43 | 39 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_152 | I'm proud o' ye, but I'd be lyin' if I said wasn't a wee bit irked as well. That's what ye get fer trainin' the realm's best bloody culinarian, eh!? |
| 44 | 40 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_110 | ...Eh? Ye wants me to tell ye that old tale <Emphasis>again</Emphasis>? So ye can share its inspirin' message with other chefs, ye say. Well, in that case... |
| 45 | 41 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_111 | There's some as say the culinary arts are just a lot o' fancy cookin'─but that's only the 'alf of it. 'Tis true we take well-known dishes an' raise 'em to mouthwaterin' 'eights, but when we ain't busy doin' that, we're laborin' to bring new tastes an' textures into the world. |
| 46 | 42 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_112 | Now, as ye can prob'ly imagine, both of the above call fer a decent 'elpin' of experience an' skill...but neither's worth a damn if ye ain't got <Emphasis>passion</Emphasis>. |
| 47 | 43 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_113 | Our trade's as tough as old mutton, an' passion's the only thing what gets us through the gristly bits. |
| 48 | 44 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_114 | When ye pour yer 'eart an' soul into a dish only to 'ave a patron call it slop, will ye swallow yer pride an' start again, or will ye run 'ome cryin'? |
| 49 | 45 | TEXT_REGSEACULGUILD_00054_LYNGSATH_000_115 | Words cut deeper'n knives, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>lass<Else/>son</If>. An' when yer pride's been 'acked to shreds, passion's the only thing as keeps ye standin' in front o' the stove. |