ffxiv-datamining/csv/en/quest/006/SubWil111_00619.csv

1	0	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_SEQ_00	Isembard aims to turn his investigation to the commonfolk.
2	1	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_SEQ_01	Isembard has told you of someone who knows the most about the commonfolk and their ways. Seek out Ungust and show him the note Isembard has given you.
3	2	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_SEQ_02	Ungust tells you that the commonfolk are as vigilant a folk as any, and more than most. Speak with them yourself to see if he speaks the truth.
4	3	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_SEQ_03	In their terror, the commonfolk tell you little of use. Go speak with Ungust once more.
5	4	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_SEQ_04	Ungust seems unconcerned about the growing list of missing people around Drybone. Report back to Isembard to see if he has any ideas on how to proceed.
6	5	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_SEQ_05	Isembard believes that perhaps the people are holding their tongues because they have come to trust only in their gods.
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25	24	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_TODO_00	Deliver Isembard's note to Ungust.
26	25	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_TODO_01	Speak with the commonfolk.
27	26	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_TODO_02	Speak with Ungust.
28	27	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_TODO_03	Report to Isembard.
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49	48	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_ISEMBARD_000_1	What say we turn an eye to the commonfolk themselves? It may be among them that we find the reasons for these vanishings, Twelve forbid it be so.
50	49	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_ISEMBARD_000_2	There is a merchant by the name of Ungust who was born here in Drybone and grew up in the Golden Bazaar. A...rough character, but he knows the people here better than anyone else.
51	50	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_ISEMBARD_000_3	I'd wager he's at the inn, quaffing away the day's earnings. Here, I'll write a note for you to show him, else he's not like to speak to you.
52	51	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_UNGUST_000_10	<belch> Well, gods be damned! You're that bloody adventurer who threatened me back in Ul'dah! What in the seven hells do you want with me now!?
53	52	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_UNGUST_000_11	“Dear friend... <belch> Missing people... Please help... <hiccup> Yours, Isembard.”
54	53	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_UNGUST_000_12	Folk around here are as wary as they come. They'll turn tail and run if you so much as pass wind nearby. Played them all for fools and coaxed some hard labor out of them, I did.
55	54	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_UNGUST_000_13	If anything, they're even *more* timid than before, what with all the disappearances. You can go talk to 'em yourself if you don't believe me.
56	55	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_UNGUST_000_20	The folk around here are more timid now than ever before, what with all the disappearances. You can go talk to 'em yourself if you don't believe me.
57	56	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_POVERTY1_000_30	Wh-What do you want from me!? I d–don't know anything, I swear! Please don't kill me!
58	57	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_POVERTY2_000_31	I've nothing to say but this: Thal take who─or *what*ever's been feeding off us low folk.
59	58	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_POVERTY3_000_32	P-Please, miss, just leave me be...
60	59	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_UNGUST_000_40	Just as I told you, wasn't it? The whole lot of them are terrified. <hiccup>
61	60	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_UNGUST_000_41	There's been talk of folk getting abducted, but if you ask me, they simply up and moved on to a better place. This place isn't exactly Costa del Sol, if you know what I'm saying.
62	61	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_ISEMBARD_000_50	Welcome back, Player. Have you learned aught of import?
63	62	TEXT_SUBWIL111_00619_ISEMBARD_000_51	I see... I suppose I should have expected as much from Ungust. Well, another thought occurred to me in your absence. The commonfolk are nothing if not fervent in their religious beliefs. Perhaps if they speak freely to their gods, then the clergy may know something of use.