ffxiv-datamining/csv/en/custom/006/RegNor4Eulmore2_00609.csv

1	0	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_000	Hm? Did you need something?
2	1	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_001	Long live Lord Vauthry! Ha! Ha! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!
3	2	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_Q1_000_000	What will you ask?
4	3	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_A1_000_001	What do you do here?
5	4	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_A1_000_002	What kind of place is this?
6	5	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_A1_000_003	Nothing.
7	6	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_010	Oh, I've lived here for ages. Ten years, at least. It was my mother who brought me─though she's dead now, of course.
8	7	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_011	It's funny... I ought to feel sad, to think of her, but I don't. Don't feel much of anything anymore, really. I suppose there's not much point to it. I have nothing. Nothing to love, nothing to hope for─so why bother?
9	8	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_012	I know I'll never get up there, to Eulmore proper. I'll live here, stealing their scraps, and then I'll die here. That's all.
10	9	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_013	Heh heh...
11	10	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_015	Oh, I've lived here for ages. Ten years, at least. It was my mother who brought me─though she's dead now, of course.
12	11	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_016	If change had come sooner, I wonder if things might have been different...
13	12	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_017	Heh. Listen to me *wondering.* Imagining a better life. Not sure if that's the same thing as “hope,” but...maybe it's close enough.
14	13	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_020	It's called the Derelicts─after those hulking shipwrecks from the Flood, I suppose, though these days, there's nothing in the whole bleeding place that the name doesn't apply to.
15	14	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_021	The buildings, the paths, the people─all forsaken, just sitting here and waiting to rot. Oh, we survive, I suppose...like maggots in a corse, feeding on whatever carrion we scrounge from the city. But live? No.
16	15	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_022	Long live he, and only he! HAHAHA!
17	16	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_025	It's called the Derelicts─after those hulking shipwrecks from the Flood, I suppose, though these days, there's nothing in the whole bleeding place that the name doesn't apply to.
18	17	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_026	I hear tell that they're planning to use the Talos to take some of that old wood from the ships and rebuild settlements in the area. I'll be shocked if that includes ours─if you can even call this heap of junk a “settlement”─but stranger things've happened lately.