ffxiv-datamining/csv/en/quest/012/SubCts802_01211.csv

1	0	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_SEQ_00	H'loonh would entice you with the prospect of untold riches.
2	1	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_SEQ_01	H'loonh regales you with a tale of buried treasure, as recounted to her by a half-wit drunkard at the local alehouse. With hopes high, set off in pursuit of her eminently reliable informant, said to be visiting a miner acquaintance in Raincatcher Gully.
3	2	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_SEQ_02	The miner puts little stock in the tall tales of his drinking companion, strongly advising you against chasing after apocryphal fortunes. Should you choose to ignore his warning, you may find the would-be treasure hunter Ealdwine where X marks the spot to the southeast of Camp Bronze Lake.
4	3	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_SEQ_03	Self-styled treasure hunter Ealdwine reeks heavily of his namesake and has likely not seen a bath in several moons. He invites you─for better or for worse─to open, in his stead, an unearthed casket, which he absolutely, positively, beyond-a-shadow-of-a-doubt assures you is not trapped.
5	4	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_SEQ_04	In an entirely unexpected turn of events, the chest was indeed trapped. Having dispatched the nasty critters lured to the scene, you are free to inspect the chest once more and retrieve its contents.
6	5	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_SEQ_05	You have retrieved the treasure─if one could call it that─from the casket. Deliver the tattered coinpurse and bottle you found to Ealdwine, and let him know that the rewards were hardly worth the effort.
7	6	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_SEQ_06	Showing considerably more concern for his own coinpurse than your ordeal, Ealdwine nevertheless encourages you to join him in the hunt for treasure, imparting to you the skill of map-reading to serve this end. Notwithstanding the liable nature of your mentor, who is to say what treasures lie hidden across the realm? With your newfound knowledge, strike forth in search of riches and glory.
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25	24	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_TODO_00	Speak with the diligent digger.
26	25	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_TODO_01	Speak with Ealdwine in upper La Noscea.
27	26	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_TODO_02	Open the casket and deal with any disturbances.
28	27	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_TODO_03	Obtain the treasure from the casket.
29	28	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_TODO_04	Deliver the tattered coinpurse and shattered bottle to Ealdwine.
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49	48	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_HLOONH_000_000	Fancy yourself a romantic, friend? Do you oft find yourself gazing off into the horizon, yearning to travel in search of storied relics left behind by the heroes of yore? Yes, you say? Then do I ever have a proposal for you!
50	49	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_HLOONH_000_001	I was accosted the other day by a slobbering drunkard─bear with me now, I assure you this gets better─who most eagerly regaled me─from what I could gather amidst slurred speech and copious amounts of spittle, that is─with the tale of a treasure map he had stumbled upon in his travels.
51	50	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_HLOONH_000_002	I don't recall the particulars─I was emptying my innards of some foul swill at the time, you see─but it sounded rather convincing to my ale-addled brain. What I do remember is that the fellow mentioned striking out at first light for Raincatcher Gully to visit a miner friend. Should the prospect of hunting for hidden riches set your heart aflutter, I reckon you might still find him there.
52	51	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_MINER_000_010	Hidden treasures? Hah! Another gil-crazed greenhorn reeled in by Ealdwine's tall tales, eh? Yes, Ealdwine─that's the dodderin' fool's name, though mind ye, I've not known him to limit his consumption to any one type o' brew.
53	52	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_MINER_000_011	Aye, saw him just the other day, I did, clutchin' some tattered, piss-yellow parchment like it was made o' solid mythril. “Thish ish m' ticket to fortune,” he blabbered─not half so eloquently, mind ye─before stumblin' out the tavern doors...and promptly fallin' flat on his mug, like as not.
54	53	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_MINER_000_012	Did I see the map meself, ye say? Did I ever! Why, the fool shoved it in my face so many times that I swear the mold left the page to take up residence in me nostrils. 'Twas a mess of blue and brown splotches that Ealdwine swore was Camp Bronze Lake, with a big red “X” to the southeast. Yer not thinkin' of goin' there, are ye? Take my word, ye'll find naught but a sorry drunkard and his sack o' broken dreams.
55	54	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_MINER_000_013	Ealdwine's map? 'Twas a mess of blue and brown splotches that the fool swore was Camp Bronze Lake, with a big red “X” to the southeast. Yer not thinkin' of goin' there, are ye? Take my word, ye'll find naught but a sorry drunkard and his sack o' broken dreams.
56	55	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_000_020	Wh-Who goesh there!? Wait, don't tell me... Ye've come to help ol' Ealdwine dig for buried treasuresh!
57	56	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_000_021	Well, I'll have ye know, I'm farin' jusht fine by m'shelf. Jus' look at that─hic!─beauty over there.
58	57	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_000_022	...Not that I can blame ye fer bein' jealoush o' me vast richesh.
59	58	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_000_023	Lucky fer ye, I'm feelin'─hic!─generoush today. So here'sh the deal: I'll give ye the honor of openin' my latesht dishcovery.
60	59	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_000_024	That'sh right. For one precioush moment, ye can walk in the shoesh of Ealdwine, treasure hunter─hic!─exshtraordinaire!
61	60	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_000_025	Go on, now. The cashket won't─hic!─bite or nothin'.
62	61	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_000_030	What are ye waitin' for? The cashket won't─hic!─bite or nothin'.
63	62	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_000_050	Seven hellsh! Where did those─hic!─nashty buggers come from!?
64	63	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_000_051	Why, if I had m' trushty pickaxe with me, I'd a-shplit their shkulls clean in─hic!─two. Where'n the world did those things go, any─hic!─way?
65	64	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_000_052	What'sh thish? Look, ol' Ealdwine'sh had the finesht Eorzea hash to offer, from the Drownin' Wench to Bushcarron'sh Druthersh, and he ain't seen nothin' like... G-G-Great Byregot'sh gut!
66	65	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_000_053	It'sh a trap, that'sh what it was! Opening the cashket shattered thish here bottle, and thish foul shlop poured out, lurin' them nashty buggers with its─hic!─shtink.
67	66	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_000_054	I told ye to be more careful. Now hand over the─hic!─loot. Ye may've opened the cashket, but 'twash ol' Ealdwine what did the dirty work.
68	67	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_000_055	...Wait, that'sh it? Ye gave me everythin'!? Why, I got more lasht time I sold me undergarmentsh for grog money. Ye aren't hidin' nothin' from me, are ye?
69	68	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_000_056	Well, it looksh like we've got no choish. We'sh got to go out'n shearch o' bigger and─hic!─better treasuresh. Not the *same* treasuresh, o' courshe─I can't hold yer hand forever. So sit back, and let ol' Ealdwine impart to ye a proper trove o' knowledge on treasure huntererin'.
70	69	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_100_057	Firstly, ye find yourshelf a map. Once you have yer map, then ye decipher it─that meansh ye look at it nice an' good, like. Then, when ye've figured out where yer treasure is hidin', ye go there, and ye dig it up. Soundsh simple enough, ye say? Hah!
71	70	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_000_057	I might make it look eashy, but I can assure you it ain't─aye, treasure huntererin' demandsh sharp eyesh and a sharper─hic!─mind. But don't be dishcouraged─hone your shkills like ol' Ealdwine and the treasuresh are sure to follow. Now, if you'll exshcuse me, me throat'sh feelin' dry...
72	71	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_EALDWINE_000_058	Thish won't even buy me a swig o' the Wench's cheapesht grog... What'sh a man to do to drown his shorrowsh?
73	72	TEXT_SUBCTS802_01211_SYSTEM_000_100	You retrieve a tattered coinpurse and a broken bottle from the casket.