ffxiv-datamining/csv/en/quest/029/JobMch680_02908.csv

1	0	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_SEQ_00	Hilda has a letter for you from Rostnsthal.
2	1	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_SEQ_01	Hilda hands you a letter from Rostnsthal. The note informs you that the bandit leader's firearm is of Lominsan construction, and bids you travel to the maritime city to help investigate how the strictly regulated weapon ended up in the thief's hands. Make your way to the aetheryte plaza in Limsa Lominsa, and seek out your fellow instructor.
3	2	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_SEQ_02	Rostnsthal has narrowed down the potential suppliers to a single merchant─the very same trader who escaped the Hounds back in Boulder Downs. Find the black marketeer at the Anchor Yard, and aid Rostnsthal and Hilda with the interrogation.
4	3	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_SEQ_03	After a healthy dose of intimidation from Rostnsthal, the merchant reveals the existence of a hidden bandit camp at Providence Point. Travel to the Coerthas central highlands, and track down the bandit leader.
5	4	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_SEQ_04	You have located the bandit leader and defeated his beastly protectors. It is time to wring the full story from the cornered fugitive...
6	5	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_SEQ_05	After interrogating the bandit leader and learning the details of the theft, you become aware that the events leading to Hrunting's reclamation may have been deliberately orchestrated. Return to Ishgard, and raise your concerns with Ser Muscadain at the Congregation of Our Knights Most Heavenly.
7	6	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_SEQ_06	Initially bemused by Hilda's unexpected visit, Ser Muscadain is nevertheless persuaded to release Hrunting to the manufactory for a more thorough examination. Her mission successful, Hilda bids you follow her back to the Brume.
8	7	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_SEQ_07	Though somewhat surprised by Ser Muscadain's accommodating attitude, Hilda seems pleased to know that Lord Stephanivien will be examining the blade. You have naught to do now but await the chief machinist's report, and prepare to act against the true instigator of this crime... ※The next machinist quest will be available from Hilda upon reaching level 70.
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25	24	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_TODO_00	Speak with Rostnsthal in Limsa Lominsa.
26	25	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_TODO_01	Speak with the black marketeer.
27	26	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_TODO_02	Search for the bandit leader at Providence Point.
28	27	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_TODO_03	Speak with the bandit leader.
29	28	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_TODO_04	Speak with Ser Muscadain at the Congregation of Our Knights Most Heavenly.
30	29	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_TODO_05	Speak with Hilda.
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49	48	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_000	Where've you been, Player? I've been itchin' to open this letter from Rostnsthal, but he's addressed it to you. Come on, let's hear what he has to say!
50	49	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_001	(-Letter from Rostnsthal-)*Mystery solved. I took a good look at Naldiq & Vymelli's stock, and the firearm's one of theirs.*
51	50	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_002	(-Letter from Rostnsthal-)*Limsa has some bloody strict regulations on the export of firearms, so our bandit chief must've had a back-alley supplier.*
52	51	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_003	(-Letter from Rostnsthal-)*Get your arse to Limsa Lominsa, and we'll find out who put that weapon in our thief's hands. I'll be at the aetheryte on the lower decks. Rostnsthal*
53	52	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_004	So he's on the trail, then? Good. Just let me get my gear and we can be off.
54	53	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_SYMME_000_005	Wha─ You're going with Player? Is that really a good idea...?
55	54	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_EUDESTAND_000_006	I'm with Symme on this one, Hilda. If the leader of the Hounds starts pickin' quarrels on foreign soil, we could be lookin' at all sorts of trouble for Ishgard.
56	55	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_007	Ishgard's where the bloody trouble started! And since when have folk of the Brume been content to sit back and let others handle the dirty work!?
57	56	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_008	I'm goin' and that's the end of it. But I promise I'll be on my best behavior!
58	57	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_SYMME_000_009	Once our Hilda sights her target, she's not one to question pulling the trigger...
59	58	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_EUDESTAND_000_010	There's no arguin' with Hilda when she gets like this. Usually we just try to watch her back, but that'll have to be your job while you're in Limsa.
60	59	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_011	Don't you listen to them two─I'm perfectly capable of bein' reasonable. And besides, I'm sure Rostnsthal'll be glad to have me along!
61	60	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_012	...What's that sour look for, then?
62	61	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_020	What in the bloody hells is she doin' here? I put your bleedin' name on the letter an' all...
63	62	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_021	I need to see this through; if I don't, then what're the Hounds good for? You'll just have to humor me.
64	63	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_022	I was aimin' to avoid political complications, seein' as Player an' me ain't tied too tightly to any one nation... Yer just lucky I've a soft spot for fools what ignore the risks to make a point.
65	64	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_023	Let's get to it, then. The bloke most likely to 'ave supplied that firearm is the same bastard what tried to buy the sword: our black marketeer friend.
66	65	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_024	If we're lucky, he might 'ave an idea o' where the brigand's run off to. I've a mind to squeeze 'im until an answer pops out.
67	66	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_025	Aye, I'd like to have a word or two with that bandit leader, myself. He's a loose end what needs tyin' up.
68	67	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_026	Then we're on the same page. Accordin' to me sources, we should find the merchant in the Anchor Yard─let's get over there an' get this business over with.
69	68	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_027	As far as I'm concerned, this ain't over till we've got that bandit in chains. And I hate leavin' a job half-finished.
70	69	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_028	Good day to you, master merchant. How about we have us a little chat, eh?
71	70	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_029	Ye ain't gettin' away this time, matey. Best start talkin' afore I start cuttin'.
72	71	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_BLACKMARKETEER02908_000_030	W-Well, if it isn't th-the...the Hounds, was it? What can a humble peddler such as myself do for Ishgard's finest?
73	72	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_Q1_000_000	What will you say?
74	73	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_A1_000_001	Tell us where the bandit leader is hiding.
75	74	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_A1_000_002	Help us capture the bandit leader.
76	75	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_BLACKMARKETEER02908_000_040	For a man in my trade, no commodity is more valuable than discretion! If I were to disclose such information, my customers would cease to trus─
77	76	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_BLACKMARKETEER02908_000_050	I am but a humble merchant. Surely I would be more hindrance than help in such an investig─
78	77	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_060	If yer not feelin' helpful, then maybe I should pay a visit to the Yellowjackets an' mention the firearm yer valued customer was usin'. ...Or maybe I'll just skip straight to them as upholds the code.
79	78	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_BLACKMARKETEER02908_000_061	N-Now let us not be too hasty! Mayhap I can make an exception in this case, in exchange for your silence regarding my, uh, trade in exotic weapons.
80	79	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_BLACKMARKETEER02908_000_062	I believe the gentleman in question has a camp at Providence Point in the central highlands. That is where I would look.
81	80	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_063	Providence Point, eh? Well, it's a start.
82	81	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_064	If yer playin' us false, I'll be back to feed the crabs with yer lyin' tongue. In fact, if I ever 'ear o' ye dealin' in stolen goods again, ye can add a few more body parts to that list. Nice doin' business with ye.
83	82	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_065	More of them guard beasts came at me, but I put 'em down easily enough. Rostnsthal's drills must be payin' off.
84	83	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_066	These curs were trained. Seems our merchant was tellin' the truth about there bein' a camp 'ereabouts.
85	84	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_BLACKMARKETEER02908_000_067	Never accept a deal from a client you know naught about! But that woman offered me so much gold, I ignored my own rule. <sigh> Mayhap it *is* time I retired from this business...
86	85	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROBBERLEADER02908_000_070	What!? How did ye─ Bah, ye've signed yer own death warrant comin' here!
87	86	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROBBERLEADER02908_000_080	Gods, no! Ye've killed me precious...
88	87	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_081	I came runnin' when I heard the shots, but it seems you had things well in hand.
89	88	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROBBERLEADER02908_000_082	Oh, bugger me, there's more of ye. Please, I'll do anythin' ye ask...just don't kill me!
90	89	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_083	Stop yer blubberin', cur, we ain't goin' to kill ye...not just yet, anyroad. That'll depend on the answers ye give us.
91	90	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_084	Answers? What's he on about, Player?
92	91	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_Q2_000_000	What answer is Rostnsthal looking for?
93	92	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_A2_000_001	The reason behind Hrunting's theft.
94	93	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_A2_000_002	The identity of the bandit's employer.
95	94	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_090	They wanted to sell it for coin, of cour─ Ah. But then why only steal the sword, eh?
96	95	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_100	Wait, it weren't that black market bloke? ...Hm, I guess he'd have wanted more than just the sword, eh?
97	96	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_110	Them other brigands we captured were bloody clueless. They only knew what the job was─not the who or the why.
98	97	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_111	Meanin' the whole deal was made through this bastard. Start barkin', dog, an' ye might just save yer own 'ide.
99	98	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROBBERLEADER02908_000_112	We...we was pirates once─that is until the bitch Admiral passed her bloody law. Blokes like us, though, we ain't cut out for “honest” work.
100	99	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROBBERLEADER02908_000_113	We'd almost drunk through the last of our plunder when that back-alley peddler showed up with some overpainted wench. Said she'd a job for us.
101	100	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROBBERLEADER02908_000_114	All we had to do was filch a special sword from the Holy See. Hah! For the purse she offered, we'd have stolen the whole bleedin' vault.
102	101	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_115	And who was this woman?
103	102	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROBBERLEADER02908_000_116	Part o' the deal was we didn't ask no questions. Even the merchant didn't know her real name. It was odd, aye, but we needed the coin an' I didn't rightly care either way.
104	103	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROBBERLEADER02908_000_117	The job itself was easy as takin' a piss. She even paid for me to have a firearm to use, an' sent us down a route where we didn't see no guards─though the gods only know how she managed that trick.
105	104	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROBBERLEADER02908_000_118	All we did was follow her map, then shoot the locks on the vault. Walked in, grabbed the sword, walked out. Bold as ye please. The trouble came after the delivery was made...
106	105	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_119	She gave the blade back to you.
107	106	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROBBERLEADER02908_000_120	Aye. She sent for me again the day after. Pushed the sword back into me hand along with a sack full o' coin.
108	107	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROBBERLEADER02908_000_121	Said she'd made a mistake or summat, an' that I should sell the damn thing. Well, I ain't fool enough to try fencin' a relic like that on me own, so I went back to the merchant...
109	108	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_121	You were fool enough not to properly burn your contract of sale. How do you think we found you the first time?
110	109	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROBBERLEADER02908_000_122	Contract o' sale? What in the hells are ye talkin' about? Ye think I'd leave a deal like that in ink for the whole world to see!?
111	110	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_123	...Things are startin' to make sense now. There's just one little problem with yer story.
112	111	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROBBERLEADER02908_000_124	I've told ye the truth, I swear! It was that wench what put us up to it!
113	112	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_125	Aye, that bit I believe. What catches in me craw is her reason for handin' back the sword. That was no mistake. An' us findin' that contract o' sale this bastard says 'e never wrote was no mistake neither.
114	113	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_126	No...we was led by the nose to reclaim Hrunting before it was sold. And the quickest way to learn the why of it might be to ask the blade itself. Would you mind cartin' this piece of offal back to Ishgard, Rostnsthal?
115	114	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_127	Come with me, Player. We need to pay us a visit to Muscadain, and convince him to take a closer look at that sword.
116	115	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_128	To be honest, I ain't all that eager to talk to that blue-blooded bastard, but I suppose we all have to make sacrifices. Let's head over to the Congregation.
117	116	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_129	I'll take care o' this pissant; ye just concern yerself with inspectin' that sword.
118	117	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROBBERLEADER02908_000_130	If it weren't for that witch Merlwyb an' her shite-eatin' law, I'd still be sailin' free on the high seas...
119	118	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_MUSCADAIN_000_140	Mistress Player, how may I...ah. You again. Was there some choice insult you'd forgotten to spit at me during our previous meeting?
120	119	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_141	Truce, Muscadain. I wouldn't be here if it weren't important.
121	120	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_MUSCADAIN_000_142	I see. So you believe that Hrunting may have been altered in some fashion before you were “allowed” to reclaim it?
122	121	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_143	It's a bit too bloody convenient, don't you think? Maybe I'm wrong, but I'd rather look the fool than risk summat happenin' at the ceremony. We need to check that sword!
123	122	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_MUSCADAIN_000_144	I must admit, your passion confounds me. The blade is recovered and your Hounds have done their duty. Why bother pursuing such a faint suspicion? Why willingly endure the presence of a man you so clearly despise?
124	123	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_145	Oh, aye, I hate your bleedin' guts. But once we take on a job, we do the damn thing right!
125	124	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_146	Player gave her all to save Ishgard. How could I look her in the eye if I let our petty feud get in the way of my duty!
126	125	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_MUSCADAIN_000_149	...Such pride. I've not seen this side of you before.
127	126	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_MUSCADAIN_000_150	It is as you say. If there truly is some flaw or trickery in the blade that disrupts the ceremony, the consequences could be grave indeed.
128	127	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_MUSCADAIN_000_152	And yet there are rules in place which prevent me from simply handing Hrunting over to the Hounds. Furthermore, our resident blacksmith has already inspected the recovered weapon and declared it sound.
129	128	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_153	Even so, we should─
130	129	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_MUSCADAIN_000_154	Even so, I will call upon Lord Stephanivien to conduct an independent examination. A machinist may notice a detail that a blacksmith would overlook. I trust this can be accomplished with the requisite discretion?
131	130	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_MUSCADAIN_000_155	Very good. As far as the release of Hrunting is concerned, the manufactory is a sanctioned facility. The bureaucrats will be satisfied even should I secure the necessary permissions after the fact. I shall begin making the arrangements.
132	131	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_156	Well...that's that, then. Let's get back to the Brume and tell the news to Rostnsthal.
133	132	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_SYMME_000_157	Back then, are you? I don't rightly know what the story was with that sword, but Hilda seems happy with what we did...and that's good enough for me!
134	133	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_EUDESTAND_000_158	Lord Stephanivien will get to the bottom of this, you see if he doesn't. Best thing we can do is get back to our drills and leave him to it.
135	134	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_ROSTNSTHAL_000_159	Keep one 'and near yer weapon, Player. Me gut says this business ain't over by a long shot...
136	135	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_160	Muscadain's not known for his love of the lowborn. I didn't expect he'd just... I thought I'd have to put up more of a fight, is what I'm sayin'.
137	136	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_161	Well, the sword's with the manufactory now, so I've no complaints─that's where I'd meant to take it in the first place. Now we wait.
138	137	TEXT_JOBMCH680_02908_HILDA_000_162	But don't get too comfortable, Player. Things are sure to come to a head soon enough...