ffxiv-datamining/csv/en/custom/004/RegGyr3Coldhearth_00401.csv

1	0	TEXT_REGGYR3COLDHEARTH_00401_GIBBON_000_000	Oh, an adventurer. We've nothin' to offer, but you're free to rest here as long as you like.
2	1	TEXT_REGGYR3COLDHEARTH_00401_Q1_000_000	What will you ask?
3	2	TEXT_REGGYR3COLDHEARTH_00401_A1_000_001	Tell me about yourself.
4	3	TEXT_REGGYR3COLDHEARTH_00401_A1_000_002	What kind of place is this?
5	4	TEXT_REGGYR3COLDHEARTH_00401_A1_000_003	Nothing.
6	5	TEXT_REGGYR3COLDHEARTH_00401_GIBBON_000_010	The name's Gibbon. I'm just a simple man, livin' in a simple village. I was an army man back in the day. Ah, what a time to be alive that was.
7	6	TEXT_REGGYR3COLDHEARTH_00401_GIBBON_000_011	No matter how good a soldier you are, though, there's no fightin' against time. Eventually I retired from my post and returned home. Since then it's been nothin' but tillin' what little soil we have from sunup to sunset.
8	7	TEXT_REGGYR3COLDHEARTH_00401_GIBBON_000_020	This village─or at least, what's left of it─is Coldhearth.
9	8	TEXT_REGGYR3COLDHEARTH_00401_GIBBON_000_021	If you ask me, it's a bloody miracle anythin' grows up here. We manage to harvest a bit to eat, and a bit to trade. Most of what we have came from the few young'uns what left to join the Resistance. They use their wages to support us as best they can.
10	9	TEXT_REGGYR3COLDHEARTH_00401_GIBBON_000_022	Once those damned Garleans came, anyone who hadn't already left was conscripted. It's mostly only children and us old folks here now. If things don't change soon, Coldhearth may not be around in a few years...
11	10	TEXT_REGGYR3COLDHEARTH_00401_TALK_ACTOR	deleted