ffxiv-datamining/csv/en/quest/008/GaiUsb505_00874.csv

1	0	TEXT_GAIUSB505_00874_SEQ_00	Rousing himself from a considerable gloom, Barryn seems thankful for your presence.
2	1	TEXT_GAIUSB505_00874_SEQ_01	It seems that a mourner was attacked near an unusually verdant patch of wildflowers growing on a fallen goobbue. Barryn bids you investigate the scene and slay the creatures responsible.
3	2	TEXT_GAIUSB505_00874_SEQ_02	You have slain the Shroud mandragoras who had apparently claimed the goobbue mound as their own. Report your success to Barryn.
4	3	TEXT_GAIUSB505_00874_SEQ_03	Barryn thanks you, and emboldened, you ask about the goobbue. The Calamity has driven from their homes men and beasts alike, and Barryn broods that before long, few may be spared the fate of exile.
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25	24	TEXT_GAIUSB505_00874_TODO_00	Investigate the spot and slay the foes.
26	25	TEXT_GAIUSB505_00874_TODO_01	Report to Barryn.
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49	48	TEXT_GAIUSB505_00874_BARRYN_000_000	The sun has shone upon a terrible sight today. One of the bereaved wished to place upon the grave of his beloved a sprig of Althyk lavender. He strayed far, for the flower is sparse in these parts─and was grievously wounded by fiends.
50	49	TEXT_GAIUSB505_00874_BARRYN_000_001	Grief makes us all slow in wits and limb, and I fear that these attacks will not cease until the creatures are gone. I pray you, banish the foul things. They were last seen to the east, near the remains of a goobbue.
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52	51	TEXT_GAIUSB505_00874_TODO_000_010
53	52	TEXT_GAIUSB505_00874_BARRYN_000_020	When the Calamity struck, it sundered life everywhere─and not only among our races. Look around, and you will see how things have fallen apart. Feet, claws, roots─all have been torn from the earth they were planted on.
54	53	TEXT_GAIUSB505_00874_BARRYN_000_021	The dead goobbue was a child of Coerthas. The Calamity shattered its native mountains, and it fled before destruction as a caravan flies before a sandstorm. Years, it wandered. We found it dying and received its memories.
55	54	TEXT_GAIUSB505_00874_BARRYN_000_022	It had gathered seeds from every land it passed through, and they flower upon its corpse, a living map of its loss and exile. North to south, mountains to the desert...cloudberry and shooting stars, marybells and cliff roses, Althyk lavender from lower Thanalan, even roselles from Bloodshore.
56	55	TEXT_GAIUSB505_00874_BARRYN_000_023	To wander is a dream and a nightmare. Adventurers such as yourself must know it better than I, but I imagine there are days when the flame of adventure gutters, and you feel yourself to be as bereft as those in Lost Hope...and upon us, no flowers grow.
57	56	TEXT_GAIUSB505_00874_POP_MESSAGE_000	You sense a hostile presence!