ffxiv-datamining/csv/quest/015/SubPst011_01571.csv

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4	0	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SEQ_00	Ah, to have the trust of the diminutive deputy postmoogle! For this you would gladly risk the roughest cutthroats in outer La Noscea, yes, you would.
5	1	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SEQ_01	There is a letter addressed to Sergeant Swygrael, which you must deliver forthwith in spite of the postmoogle's airy talk of baleful glances and untamed corsairs.
6	2	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SEQ_02	The sergeant of the Red Swallows takes the letter with a thanks and a stream of curses. The unit's recruiting drive has apparently been less successful than she would like. The sergeant's last hope may currently be facing difficulties among the Nymian ruins. This so-called miniature marauder would no doubt appreciate any assistance you can render her.
7	3	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SEQ_03	The marauder was indeed under attack by a trio of kobolds as vicious as─well, as herself. Rabid Ratata may be aptly named and best avoided, but a compliment from a fighter so feral must be taken as high praise. Follow her back to Camp Overlook and see if Sergeant Swygrael has further use of your talents.
8	4	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SEQ_04	Sergeant Swygrael has her quota of lumber but not muscle. Her attempts to woo the strange Salthound have fallen as dead and flat as the young Lalafell's eyes. Speak with this killer born and bred, and see whether she can be coaxed to join the Red Swallows.
9	5	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SEQ_05	Ratata's tendency to bring up one's mortality is something of a conversation killer. Walk off the unfortunate pun by speaking to the one they call the Salthound stevedore, whose paternal concern for his captain belies his fearsome countenance.
10	6	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SEQ_06	The stevedore shares Swygrael's desire to see Ratata take her place among the Red Swallows and learn something of life beyond the next dying scream and the company of Salthounds. Surely, one so fearless as Ratata can be persuaded, if not goaded, to fly the nest.
11	7	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SEQ_07	If Ratata is indeed a mad dog, there is a method to her madness. She has reasons enough to refuse Swygrael's offer, this you cannot deny. The stevedore may grieve to hear that the wider world holds no interest for her, but the father's heart in him will rejoice to know that the deadly apple of the Salthounds' eye will remain in Poor Maid's Mill.
12	8	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SEQ_08	After your conversation with the stevedore, he and Ratata begin the return journey to the Mill, both lighter of heart. As for you─you, who know the enigmatic killer's secret─sleep will not come easily tonight. Try to forget her obsidian stare, and tell Sergeant Swygrael that she will not have the miniature marauder under her command, not this day and not ever.
13	9	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SEQ_09	The Red Swallows may be poorer for Ratata's refusal, but Swygrael is a soldier enough to see the tactical advantages in the lethal Lalafell's presence in Poor Maid's Mill. Shorthanded they may be, the Maelstrom can get on without her; unfortified as it is, the Mill cannot.
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28	24	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_TODO_00	Deliver the letter to Sergeant Swygrael.
29	25	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_TODO_01	Find the miniature marauder in the Floating City of Nym.
30	26	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_TODO_02	Report to Sergeant Swygrael.
31	27	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_TODO_03	Speak with Ratata.
32	28	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_TODO_04	Speak with the Salthound stevedore.
33	29	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_TODO_05	Speak with Ratata.
34	30	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_TODO_06	Speak with the Salthound stevedore.
35	31	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_TODO_07	Speak with Sergeant Swygrael.
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52	48	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LETTERMOOGLE_000_000	All the realm knows, the deputy postmoogle has nothing but confidence in his assistants! I shall entrust you with a letter so important, they had to cross the “T” twice, kupo!
53	49	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LETTERMOOGLE_000_001	The letter is for a Maelstrom sergeant at Camp Overlook! Pirates, pirates, everywhere, terribly exciting─and terrifically dangerous. I love my aaarghs and mateys as much as the next moogle, but I have pressing duties elsewhere, kupo!
54	50	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LETTERMOOGLE_000_002	This Sergeant Swygrael is scarier than most. Why, I used to vanish right into thin air whenever she turned her bloodshot eyes my way. Thanks to aspiring carriers like yourself, I needn't do that again, kupo!
55	51	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LETTERMOOGLE_000_003	You will take the letter to Sergeant Oh-so-scary. Are we understood, kupo?
56	52	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LETTERMOOGLE_000_005	Deliver the letter to Sergeant Swygrael at Camp Overlook. Happy message-carrying, kupo!
57	53	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LETTERMOOGLE_000_006	What's that? Is Camp Overlook a dangerous sort of place? Absolutely, oh yes, full of roughnecks! A perfect opportunity for my trusty assistant to go in my stead, kupo!
58	54	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SWYGRAEL_000_010	Delivery? Is <Emphasis>that</Emphasis> what they're callin' it now, sweet thing? Oh, a letter, eh? Thanks. Useful things, better than creamer's rum for puttin' me to sleep. Give it here.
59	55	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SWYGRAEL_000_011	“No thank you, I've taken up farming”? Curse you, matey, and your godsdamned letter! Rip it in half and water it with piss, see if somethin' grows! Farmin', he says, farmin' he chooses over the Red Swallows? Gods damn him and his shrinkin' violet balls!
60	56	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SWYGRAEL_000_012	Now, where are my manners? Left 'em on land when I went to sea, come back and the swivin' things hadn't waited a fortnight before goin' off with someone else. I got reasons to take the news hard, treacle tart. We don't got enough men...or women, mind ye.
61	57	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SWYGRAEL_000_013	Not going to recruit just anybody though, we bein' the meanest, nail-chewingest levy in the whole damn Maelstrom. No offense an' all, but we ain't interested in a sugar skull like the one atop yer shoulders.
62	58	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SWYGRAEL_000_014	So out came the paper and ink and out went them letters to likely roughnecks what retired from privateerin'─and not by the way o' the scaffold. No, no, and more no. That was the last, but one.
63	59	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SWYGRAEL_000_015	As for that last one...the bloodthirsty bitch should've been here long 'fore now. Set out from the Mill to bring some lumber to the camp with another Salthound, they said.
64	60	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SWYGRAEL_000_016	Sweet face or no, you got land sense, you do. Oi, do us a good turn, eh? I'll wager the miniature marauder ran into a spot o' trouble out near yon Floatin' City. Help 'em out and I may start feeling grateful-like!
65	61	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SWYGRAEL_000_019	I've got a job for ye. Go on out to the Nymian ruins, help the miniature marauder get here in one piece.
66	62	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_POPMESSAGE_000_000	You sense a hostile presence!
67	63	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_020	Not a good day to die...not for me and not for her, by the bloody salt...
68	64	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LATATA_000_020
69	65	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LATATA_000_031	Ye took me kill. Ye didn't. Even. Ask.
70	66	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_032	Now don't be like that, Cap'n. You was pressed, you know that. I'd say that deserves our thanks, at the least.
71	67	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LATATA_000_033	The bloody bastard <Emphasis>took</Emphasis> me kill. I like being pressed. Sends a tingle up me thighs, it does. If ye want to thank the bastard fer savin' yer knickers from a right soilin', ye go on and be me swivin' guest.
72	68	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_034	I 'pologize, the cap'n has never been one for social graces, what with all the killing and marauding. Thank you kindly from both of us for lending a hand.
73	69	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LATATA_000_035	Ye've the look of a fine killer, though. Sharin' slaughter's not as bad when yer shadow's an appetite fer carnage.
74	70	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_036	Well, if salt ain't sweet! The cap'n don't usually have a good word for anyone outside our humble crew.
75	71	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_037	Sergeant Swygrael sent you? Why, that's another surprise, she's not the sort to watch the clock hands. But Ratata's your miniature marauder, sure as salt.
76	72	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_038	We ha'n't had much truck with time, down at the Mill. Poor Maid's Mill─abandoned it was, when we Salthounds settled in to make a new life. A ghost town? No, adventurer. For old pirates, the only ghosts are out on the open water.
77	73	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_100_038	And even for not-so-old pirates, like that one. Oh, I know what they call her, “Rabid Ratata,” “Mad Dog of the Mill,” and they ain't wrong, but...
78	74	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_039	She got nothing but fighting in her blood...which is why I worry... 'Twas the cap'n's idea to clean our hands of reaving and start a new life at the Mill.
79	75	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_040	Damn it, now I've gone and put her in one of her moods. Time to haul anchor! We're for Camp Overlook, adventurer.
80	76	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LATATA_000_050	This place bores me. I need summat to flay.
81	77	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_050	Ahoy, adventurer. You was a big help back Nym wise, thank you. Can you believe, Sergeant Swygrael offered the cap'n a berth in the Red Swallows? Now, if only she had the sense to say yes.
82	78	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SWYGRAEL_000_050	Oi, there you are. Got me lumber thanks to ye─but not me new recruit. Weren't forsaken for farmin', that's some swivin' comfort, but bugger if I know why she said no.
83	79	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SWYGRAEL_000_051	Got her hackles up, that one. My ma always said, every dog needs a little pettin', a little treatin'. A bit o' <If(PlayerParameter(4))>cannikin cake<Else/>salt beef</If> from a new friend? Might do, might do. How about it, sweet thing, are ye up for talking to her?
84	80	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SWYGRAEL_000_055	Talk to that damned Salthound, will ye? I'm offerin' her a place in the Red Swallows, gods damn it. She don't have to be grateful but ain't nothing to spit at.
85	81	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LATATA_000_060	You. Ye took me kill. I dinnae like that. But ye fought like a Salthound, so ye have me ear until I grow tired of ye.
86	82	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LATATA_000_061	Hmph. Ye damned adventurers are all alike. More words than sense. Well, if it's words ye wish to waste, waste 'em on the stevedore. He's thrice the patience of all us hounds combined.
87	83	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_070	Not interested, eh? Think well of her, if you can. The cap'n is what we made her, like as not.
88	84	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_071	Her mama got her chest stove in boarding a merchantman, and the very next moon, what does her papa do but make a right mess of the steps of some rathskeller? And she but a swaddling babe. Born on a pirate ship, raised up by pirates, weren't no life for a child.
89	85	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_072	I can still see her toddling along the gun deck, or swinging her wee axe with the blunt edge. Didn't stay blunt for long. And never another child to play with. We should've put her ashore for fostering, but we ha'n't the heart to.
90	86	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_073	Got nothing but marauding in her veins, aye. We tried to show her how other folk live, draw her out a bit, but...'fore we knew it, she'd gutted the former captain and taken his place at the fore.
91	87	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_074	I'd be lying if I didn't say part of me feels it'd be good for her to join the Red Swallows, though we'd be heartsore to lose her. She'll have her battles, make boon companions. She'd be a swallow instead of a dog. As fer us, we'll find ourselves a new cap'n. We always do.
92	88	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_075	You wasn't scared of Ratata the way most are. That's why she liked you, I know it. Can't you talk to her again? You'll find her near the Floatin' City, she likes the air there...and the prey.
93	89	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_079	Will you talk to Ratata again about joining the Swallows? She's out Nym wise.
94	90	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LATATA_000_080	You again. I could kill ye. I can kill most things if I'm in the mood.
95	91	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LATATA_000_081	Let me serve it to ye straight, like. I don't need them Red Swallows. 'Tis them what needs me is all.
96	92	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LATATA_000_082	I know me men call me rabid. Does it look like I care a whit and a half? I know I ain't the sick one.
97	93	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LATATA_000_083	Dogs is loyal. I kill for them Salthounds. I kill for me family. I dinnae ken what Red Swallows kill for. That's sick, if ye ask me.
98	94	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LATATA_000_084	Maybe I'd kill for you sometime. That might be right agreeable.
99	95	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LATATA_000_085	<sigh> Enough words. I'm headin' home.
100	96	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LATATA_000_086	Ye keep that gob o' yers clapped or I'll find a dead rat to stuff it with.
101	97	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_LATATA_000_090	A good hound keeps <If(PlayerParameter(4))>her<Else/>his</If> maw shut. You a good hound, 'venturer? Or a dead one?
102	98	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_090	Any luck, adventurer? The cap'n hasn't uttered a word since she came back from Nym.
103	99	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_091	Let me guess─this dog won't fly, eh? It breaks my heart to see her becalmed like this. A young girl shouldn't be holed up in a hamlet with nothing but axes for company. I suppose she ain't no young girl anymore...
104	100	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_EXPRESSMAN_000_092	Well, we'd best be on our way, back to Poor Maid's Mill. Give Sergeant Swygrael my 'pologies.
105	101	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SWYGRAEL_000_100	Sweet Navigator, no, no, and no! If one swallow don't make a summer, what's no swallow make? All that work and not one recruit won! Still...if Ratata's there, we won't have to worry none about the Mill. Not even a kobold's brain-blown enough to take the place when she's about.
106	102	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SWYGRAEL_000_101	Not the finest hour for the Red Swallows...swive 'em that don't know what they're missin'! Mayhap I need to rethink our recruitin' standards, seven hells. Lower 'em a bit, try out a few weaklings, real solybubbes...
107	103	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SWYGRAEL_000_102	Might work, if I can get the Swallows to take it easy on the sweetlings. Maybe train 'em separate-like for a while...?
108	104	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SWYGRAEL_000_103	Try as I might, I don't see it working. Be like putting tar in grog, calling it as good as! Jes' going to have to divvy up extra duties, be patient...
109	105	TEXT_SUBPST011_01571_SYSTEM_000_000	With your successful delivery, your reputation as a letter carrier has grown!