ffxiv-datamining/csv/Leve.csv

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25	21	In with the New	Anticipating an influx of new recruits, the Order of the Twin Adder has requested that Black Rabbit Traders supply them with a large quantity of spears. To ensure the weapons' timely delivery, the consortium is appealing to any carpenters willing to lend their talents.	9	6	5	2	1	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917649	True	0	1	1330	113	2	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
26	22	Touch and Heal	Company regulations state that all Order of the Twin Adder units must employ at least one conjurer at all times, so that he or she may attend to the wounds of any injured unit members. To see that the healers are able to endure the constant running about the position requires, the company is in constant need of basic, durable footwear and seeks local carpenters to assist in their creation.	9	6	5	2	1	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917650	True	0	1	1690	113	2	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
27	23	A Clogful of Camaraderie	On the night when recruits complete their basic training and are inducted into the Wood Wailers' hallowed ranks, each is given a pair of wooden clogs which symbolizes the forest's enduring support. Happily, the clogs also make admirable receptacles for the copious amounts of mead which the initiates are honor-bound to consume before the sun rises. A new batch of green recruits is scheduled to be sworn in over the next few suns, and the Lancers' Guild seeks skilled carpenters to help prepare the footwear to be presented during the ceremony.	19	6	5	2	1	0	1	90	90	0	0	9	266	54	80012	917651	True	0	1	630	112	2	19	5	2648092	110010	True	0	14
28	24	Bowing Out	While in pursuit of an escaped firestarter imp, a unit of Wood Wailers chased the changeling into a Gods' Quiver storehouse. Thus cornered, the imp unsuccessfully attempted to burn its way out of the building, and was quickly subdued─though not before it had reduced several crates of shortbows to ashes. Conscious of their culpability, the Wood Wailers have agreed to replace all the damaged arms with new ones and are currently seeking local carpenters to assist them.	19	6	5	2	1	0	1	90	90	0	0	9	266	54	80012	917655	True	0	1	1160	112	3	18	5	2648092	110010	True	0	14
29	25	Got Your Back	Ixali invaders will oft arrive to the battlefield in baskets carried by lighter-than-air balloons. This gives their archers an extreme advantage, while putting many of our men in danger of taking an arrow. When searching for a way to better protect those fighting on the ground, we found that simply having them wear a shield on their backs improves survival rates threefold. To see all of our units equipped with this potentially life-saving device, the Wood Wailers are hiring competent carpenters to craft wooden shields in bulk.	19	6	5	2	1	0	1	90	90	0	0	9	266	54	80012	917656	True	0	1	1690	113	3	18	5	2648092	110010	True	0	14
30	26	Gridania's Got Talent	The Homunculi─a band of traveling bards known for their golden locks, honey-tongues, and flamboyant raiments─have the maidens of Gridania swooning. Their popularity is so great, in fact, that many of the sylvan city–state's menfolk have taken up the harp with dreams of emulating the bards─in particular, Homunculus high harpist Nolan Ninestring. Never ones to allow a business opportunity to slip through their fingers, Black Rabbit Traders are seeking skilled carpenters to prepare maple lumber for their contracted crafters, it being their intention to produce a range of attractive yet affordable harps.	9	6	5	2	1	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917657	True	0	1	630	113	3	19	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
31	27	Bows for the Boys	Anticipating an influx of new recruits, the Order of the Twin Adder has requested that Black Rabbit Traders supply them with a large quantity of bows. To ensure the weapons' timely delivery, the consortium is appealing to any carpenters willing to lend their talents.	9	6	5	2	5	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917652	True	0	1	4110	140	4	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
32	28	Shields for the Serpents	Anticipating an influx of new recruits, the Order of the Twin Adder has requested that Black Rabbit Traders supply it with a large quantity of shields. To ensure the items' timely delivery, the consortium is appealing to any carpenters willing to lend their talents.	9	6	5	2	5	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917653	True	0	1	6840	168	4	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
33	29	Spears and Sorcery	In the aftermath of the Calamity, the Wood Wailers found themselves ill equipped to solve the problems that confronted them, spears being of little benefit to the sick and wounded. At the recommendation of Stillglade Fane, many of the guild's lancers accordingly took up staves and crooks that they might wield the magicks of the conjurers and thereby help set the city–state's people back on their feet. Five years on, this practice has become official policy, each new member of the Wood Wailers now being required to learn several basic restorative spells. To aid their training, the guild requires large quantities of conjurers' arms and seeks talented carpenters to craft them.	19	6	5	2	5	0	1	90	90	0	0	9	266	54	80012	917654	True	0	1	2790	139	4	19	5	2648092	110010	True	0	14
34	30	Leaving without Leave	For every five recruits who complete their training at the Bannock, there are ten who prove unable to cope with the rigorous daily drills and abandon their brothers. As one might expect, most of these deserters fail to return the equipment issued to them, resulting in a constant shortage of spears and bows for new initiates. The Wood Wailers are seeking to purchase spare arms and will generously reward carpenters for each weapon produced and delivered.	19	6	5	2	5	0	1	90	90	0	0	9	266	54	80012	917658	True	0	1	5220	140	5	18	5	2648092	110010	True	0	14
35	31	A Sword in Hand	For many Ixal, the weapon of choice is the sword, meaning that training new Wood Wailer recruits on how to use one's spear to defend against the flurry of a short blade is crucial to ensuring their success in combat. The wooden swords used in these rigorous exercises are damaged easily, and therefore a constant supply is required to make sure that not a day of training is missed. Quick-working carpenters are sought to replenish depleted Wood Wailer supplies.	19	6	5	2	5	0	1	90	90	0	0	9	266	54	80012	917659	True	0	1	2490	170	5	18	5	2648092	110010	True	0	14
36	32	Compulsory Conjury	An edict recently passed by Stillglade Fane requiring all children between the ages of six and nine to train in the art of conjury has parents scrambling to find reasonably priced canes and crooks. To make sure they are not undersold by any second-rate foreign merchant, Black Rabbit Traders are urgently seeking carpenters willing to lend their services in the crafting of various conjurers' arms.	9	6	5	2	5	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917660	True	0	1	3600	139	5	19	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
37	33	Citizens' Canes	The recent rise in the number of adventurers entering Gridania has caused demand for canes and crooks to increase dramatically─so much so, in fact, that the woodworkers of the Oak Atrium cannot craft enough to replenish the stocks of the local weaponry shops. To help bear this burden, Black Rabbit Traders are currently seeking Disciples of the Hand with applicable skills.	9	6	5	2	10	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917523	True	0	1	4280	170	6	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
38	34	On the Move	Now that many of the roads connecting the four corners of Eorzea are safe for normal passage, Disciples of the Hand from across the realm are once again bringing their talents to Gridania. And, with this many skilled crafters gathered here in the city–state, the demand for quality tools is high. To see that the demand is met, Black Rabbit Traders are seeking the help of local carpenters.	9	6	5	2	10	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917524	True	0	1	7880	170	6	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
39	35	Raise the Roof	The pillars which support the stable rooves have grown old and rotten. We have repeatedly petitioned the Oak Atrium to send us lumber for use in the rebuilding effort, but equivalent projects in other locations have always been given priority, Bentbranch Meadows apparently being too remote to warrant timely assistance. As no delivery of lumber seems imminent, we have opted to petition independent carpenters to help us with our conundrum.	5	6	5	2	10	0	1	94	94	0	0	9	266	54	80012	917525	True	0	1	3780	287	6	19	5	2119045	110002	True	0	14
40	36	Say It with Spears	Were it not for the tireless efforts of the Wood Wailers, Bentbranch Meadows would be overrun with bloodthirsty beasts and unchivalrous rogues. To express our undying gratitude to the brave sentries who patrol our lands, we wish to present each one with a new spear, decorated with crow feathers found in the brush. All we require now are skilled crafters to complete the items.	5	6	5	2	10	0	1	94	94	0	0	9	266	54	80012	917505	True	0	1	9430	174	7	18	5	2119045	110002	True	0	14
41	37	Life's a Stitch	No matter how well crafted, saddles and blankets are bound to suffer wear when used day in and day out. Purchasing new equipment would prove too much of a burden on our coffers, so we have our chocobokeeps do all the necessary repairs. However, when their repair equipment is damaged, there is little the keeps can do, and that is when we turn to local carpenters to provide us with the proper tools to keep our birds happy.	5	6	5	2	10	0	1	94	94	0	0	9	266	54	80012	917506	True	0	1	13090	230	7	18	5	2119045	110002	True	0	14
42	38	Shielding Sales	Since the Conjurers' Guild reopened its doors to new recruits, prospective mages from across the realm have been flocking to Gridania, hoping to learn the ancient art of conjury and perhaps earn themselves a much-coveted place in Stillglade Fane. This has created serious demand for affordable shields, and after several moons of nigh on nonstop business, Black Rabbit Traders find their supply running dangerously low. Crafters with skill in carpentry are sought to help replenish the consortium's warehouses.	9	6	5	2	10	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917507	True	0	1	9990	170	7	19	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
43	39	Re-crating the Scene	Several nights ago, a Wood Wailer recruit stationed in Nine Ivies for training was caught attempting to make off with a crate of spare weapons from one of the local supply tents. Under questioning, the young man revealed that he had been stealing crates since the previous fortnight and selling their contents to merchants from Ul'dah. The recruit has since been dismissed from the Wailers and exiled from the Twelveswood, but the crates he sold have not been recovered. To replace the lost items, the Wood Wailers have come to Black Rabbit Traders, and now Maisenta is seeking skilled carpenters to assist her in fulfilling the order.	9	6	5	2	15	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917526	True	0	1	18910	236	8	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
44	40	Nightmare on My Street	A rumor that the popular “Cure” spell can help to calm children experiencing nightmares has prompted parents across the city–state to dabble in the arts of conjury. This, in turn, has increased the demand for quality conjury arms. To ensure their supply will not run dry, Black Rabbit Traders seek the talents of skilled woodworkers.	9	6	5	2	15	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917527	True	0	1	13040	235	8	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
45	41	Driving Up the Wall	Recent small-scale skirmishes with Ixali warriors have given the Wood Wailers stationed at the newly constructed Josselin's Spire cause to worry that the current walls would not withstand a full-blown attack. Hoping to render the tower resistant to battering rams and other siege weaponry, the Wailers have decided to clad the walls with hundreds of extra planks. Vivandier Ayled the Steadfast will handsomely reward any able Disciples of the Hand willing to assist her in this endeavor.	7	6	5	2	15	0	1	107	107	0	0	9	266	55	80012	917528	True	0	1	7170	350	8	19	5	2255476	110004	True	0	14
46	42	Nothing to Hide	The Wood Wailers are currently conducting training exercises for new recruits, and require a fresh supply of masks to replace those damaged during their rigorous drills. Ayled the Steadfast is commissioning willing and able carpenters to create the requisite items and deliver them to her.	7	6	5	2	15	0	1	107	107	0	0	9	266	55	80012	917511	True	0	1	24790	240	9	18	5	2255476	110004	True	0	14
47	43	What You Need	In the past fortnight, gladiators from Ul'dah seeking to purchase high-quality shields have had to be turned away from Ayled the Steadfast's tents for lack of inventory. If news of her not being able to accommodate her patrons were to spread, it may result in prospective buyers taking their custom elsewhere. To prevent this, the independent vivandier is looking to purchase a significant quantity of shields and will pay top gil for each one.	7	6	5	2	15	0	1	107	107	0	0	9	266	55	80012	917512	True	0	1	18910	170	9	18	5	2255476	110004	True	0	14
48	44	Bowing to Necessity	To improve Gridania's capacity to respond swiftly to both internal and external threats, the Gods' Quiver has ordered that sentries be stationed in strategic locations throughout the Twelveswood. Before the archers can take up their posts, however, they require new bows to replace those recently stolen in a raid by a band of delinquent sylphs. Black Rabbit Traders seek skilled carpenters to craft the requested items.	9	6	5	2	15	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917513	True	0	1	14920	174	9	19	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
49	45	As the Worm Turns	To replace a cache of worm-eaten canes and staves, Stillglade Fane is petitioning adventurers with training in carpentry to craft new arms, offering a sizable sum of gil for each complete delivery.	9	6	5	2	20	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917529	True	0	1	9540	287	10	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
50	46	Behind the Mask	Once every full moon, the Wood Wailers conduct a ceremony in which they create a giant pyre and set alight wooden masks to honor the spirits of those spears who fell at the Battle of Carteneau, five summers past. Black Rabbit Traders have been commissioned to provide the masks, and they now seek talented woodworkers to assist them in completing the order in time.	9	6	5	2	20	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917530	True	0	1	16800	192	10	26	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
51	47	Militia on My Mind	While the Wood Wailers have men and women stationed at almost every major outpost in the Twelveswood, they cannot be everywhere at once, so it is crucial that those people living outside the protective walls of Gridania are capable of defending themselves. Representatives from the Lancers' Guild travel the forest, offering free training programs to all interested, but require the help of carpenters to create the weapons used in the exercises.	13	6	5	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	9	266	56	80012	917531	True	0	1	28010	245	10	19	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
52	48	Grinding It Out	A good sharp spear can spell the difference between life and death, so all Wood Wailers are taught early on to tend to their weapons daily. While many of those stationed in the field rely on whetstones carried in their satchels, lancers given assignments in larger outposts employ grinding wheels to give the spearheads a wickedly sharp edge. The unit stationed in Quarrymill has issued a request for the construction and delivery of these wheels, and are offering a sizable sum of gil in return.	13	6	5	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	9	266	56	80012	917517	True	0	1	17120	293	11	18	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
53	49	Polearms Aplenty	Recent raids perpetrated by the Ixal have shown Quarrymill's fortifications to be insufficient for keeping the beast tribe at bay. To bolster the hamlet's defenses, the Wood Wailers have ordered that the main gates be reinforced with sharp-tipped spears, and will handsomely reward any able Disciples of the Hand willing to lend their talents in crafting the supplies needed.	13	6	5	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	9	266	56	80012	917518	True	0	1	12960	91	11	26	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
54	50	Wall Not Found	The forest has become as a beach, for the Ixal roll in as regular as the tides. This gap in our perimeter wall is therefore a just cause for alarm and recrimination, even if there happens to be a fine new walnut bench under the kissing tree. Replacement wood must be found, and quickly.	13	6	5	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	9	266	56	80012	917519	True	0	1	8570	295	11	18	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
55	51	Daddy's Little Girl	A wealthy patron's daughter has recently completed her basic training, prompting her family to celebrate by rewarding the young woman's entire graduating class with personally inscribed shields. Black Rabbit Traders seek carpenters to create shields decorated with a white serpent and deliver them immediately to Maisenta Hawke in New Gridania. The inscription work will be handled by a third party.	9	6	5	2	25	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917673	True	0	1	47200	316	12	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
56	52	Tools for the Tools	After a long night of drinking at the local alehouse, a pair of young Wood Wailers stationed in Quarrymill stumbled into a barn and proceeded to have mock sword fights with the tools found inside, damaging several in the process. The culprits have been properly punished, but now comes the question of replacing the broken items. The Lancers' Guild is offering to pay carpenters (with gil taken from the recruits' salaries) for the crafting of several new forks which, in addition to maiming beasts, can also be used in cultivating fields.	13	6	5	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	9	266	56	80012	917674	True	0	1	36390	379	12	19	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
57	53	Armoires of the Rich and Famous	Furnishings made of high-quality walnut have grown quite popular amongst the rich merchants refurbishing their post-Calamity residences─so popular, in fact, that the Carpenters' Guild cannot keep up with the demand. Black Rabbit Traders believe this is the perfect opportunity for them to strengthen their foothold in the sultanate, and seek independent carpenters to help them create a sufficient quantity of walnut lumber to do so.	9	6	5	2	25	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917675	True	0	1	8660	202	12	26	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
58	54	Storm of Swords	For many Ixal, the weapon of choice is the sword. This means that training the Gridanian smallfolk on how to best defend against the flurry of a short blade is crucial to ensuring their survival should they become the victims of a surprise attack. The wooden swords used in these rigorous exercises are damaged easily, and therefore a constant supply is required to make sure that not a day of training is missed. Quick-working carpenters are sought to replenish depleted Wood Wailer supplies.	13	6	5	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	9	266	56	80012	917676	True	0	1	39990	294	13	18	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
59	55	Toys of Summer	A “cicada” is what some in the hamlets call a Wood Wailer's lance, for it is years in the wielding yet moments in the breaking; daily a lance shatters in battle, filling the woods with its fleeting song. For every lance that breaks, a new one must be fashioned─for Gridania, and the elementals!	13	6	5	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	9	266	56	80012	917677	True	0	1	36390	388	13	18	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
60	56	Heal Away	As important as it is for the residents of hamlets such as Quarrymill and Hyrstmill to be trained in the arts of war should they be attacked by the Ixal, it is just as important that they have basic knowledge in the art of healing. Every moon, the Wood Wailers travel to these remote villages to conduct simple lessons on spellcasting so that the people can better prepare themselves for danger. The staves and canes used in these lessons are given to the village folk afterwards, meaning that the guild is in constant need for newly crafted conjurers' arms.	13	6	5	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	9	266	56	80012	917678	True	0	1	12000	107	13	26	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
61	57	Knock on Wood	Master Gegeruju's moods grow dangerously erratic with the coming of the foehn winds. A distraction is urgently needed, and the master's fondness for fine hardwood swords will serve. We seek a discreet and skilled artisan to produce an addition to his collection.	113	6	5	2	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	9	266	32	80012	917679	True	0	1	31070	377	14	19	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
62	58	An Expected Tourney	Once every three moons, the Gods' Quiver holds a tourney for members to showcase their abilities, the champion receiving a flawless ash cavalry bow and bragging rights for a full season. The guild has placed an order for the coming tourney's bow with Black Rabbit Traders; however, the archers will not accept anything that is less than the highest of quality. Only carpenters with the confidence and skill to produce such a weapon need come forth to accept this challenge.	9	6	5	2	30	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917680	True	0	1	64910	391	14	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
63	59	Ceremonial Spears	House Fortemps, one of Ishgard's most prestigious families, has placed an order with Black Rabbit Traders for a sizable quantity of lances to be used in a knighting ceremony. As the order is quite large, and the schedule extremely tight, the consortium is seeking carpenters known for their speed and productivity to assist in the synthesis of the weapons.	9	6	5	2	30	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917681	True	0	1	31330	160	233	26	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
64	60	The Lone Bowman	Master Gegeruju wishes to commune with nature, and how better to do so than to shoot it from a great distance? A longbow he must have, for he means to hunt the noble buffalo. He shall not be disappointed, oh no. I shall arrange for concealed archers to bag the game in his stead.	113	6	5	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	9	266	32	80011	917682	True	0	1	62560	428	15	18	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
65	61	Live Freelance or Die	In his ceaseless quest to secure Costa del Sol against all enemies, Master Gegeruju has enlisted the services of so-called “freelances,” seasoned mercenaries and adepts of the longspear. We seek bold Disciples of the Hand to furnish these men and women with the finest spears money can buy.	113	6	5	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	9	266	32	80011	917683	True	0	1	67730	593	15	18	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
66	62	The Long Lance of the Law	Master Gegeruju has just declared the first Lominsan Armada Appreciation Month, and a large shipment of long lances is needed as a gift for the Maelstrom. The master calls it a grand gesture for a Grand Company. Pure politics? You might very well think that, I couldn't possibly comment.	113	6	5	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	9	266	32	80011	917684	True	0	1	40640	184	234	26	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
67	63	Stay on Target	House Durendaire did not become known for the most powerful dragoons in Ishgard by blindly following old ways. Unlike many High Houses of that mistrustful theocracy, it seeks new knowledge─such as whether a Lominsan harpoon can be adapted against an airborne beast.	122	6	5	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	9	266	63	80012	917685	True	0	1	68670	442	16	19	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
68	64	A Tree Grew in Gridania	The shantyman of Waterbury has finally coughed up the trumpet oak, aged and fit to use for conjurers' arms, he says. After three and thirty years, it had better be aged. We seek an artisan to transform this noble wood into arms─in far less time than three and thirty years, if you please.	9	6	5	2	35	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917686	True	0	1	105270	593	16	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
69	65	Flintstone Fight	The Coliseum's new artistic director grows ever more outlandish. This month it's─let me see─“A macuahuitl melee, where modern flesh meets the stone blades of the ancients.” As though there aren't enough chips and flakes in that city. Speaking of which, I trust you can deliver the arms?	9	6	5	2	35	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917687	True	0	1	25910	211	235	26	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
70	66	Grippy When Wet	House Durendaire seeks bows of mythril, and as usual, the least delayed, the soonest paid. I do believe the high lords are resigned to eternal winter. Constant cold means constant wet─and constant repair for bows of wood and sinew. What a mythril bow gains in heft, it makes up for in hardiness.	122	6	5	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	9	266	63	80012	917688	True	0	1	90240	566	17	18	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
71	67	The Cold, Cold Ground	The Calamity has placed a chill in the ground, and those who spend their days on their feet are much affected. The days of leather and cloth are gone for workers in the cellar and keepers of well-shaded stores. From now on, we must all make our way on stout soles of wood.	122	6	5	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	9	266	63	80012	917689	True	0	1	72600	476	17	18	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
72	68	Bend It Like Durendaire	House Durendaire continues to flout the unspoken rule against trading openly with outlanders. As the greatest of Ishgard's High Houses, it thinks to make its own rules─but if it cannot bend these bows to halt the dragons, it will not matter whose rules it breaks.	122	6	5	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	9	266	63	80012	917690	True	0	1	54140	182	236	26	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
73	69	The Arsenal of Theocracy	The Holy See has confirmed with icy composure that the Stone Vigil, one of Ishgard's strongholds against the dragons, has fallen. Rebuilding the arms supply is the first priority as the forces of Ishgard regroup from a loss that may have far-reaching consequences.	123	6	5	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	9	266	63	80012	917691	True	0	1	102600	625	18	19	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
74	70	Greenstone for Greenhorns	As you know─or ought to at your age, if those raven's feet are any indication─conjurers newly hatched from Stillglade Fane are sent forth into the world bearing a staff set with a piece of jade as green as the woods of the Shroud. Better your staff than another's, wouldn't you agree?	9	6	5	2	40	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917692	True	0	1	90590	736	18	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
75	71	Spin It Like You Mean It	Black Rabbit Traders seek well-crafted spinning wheels to sell in Coerthas. Much fine wool is produced there, and in every pasture and village green, folk are to be seen with their drop spindles. Charming, but higher output is surely far more attractive in the long run.	9	6	5	2	40	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917693	True	0	1	61560	294	237	26	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
76	72	A Winning Combo	Four great houses has Ishgard: the rose and the unicorn, the tower and the bell. As their strengths combined keep enemies at bay, so must a bow be crafted of strong materials─wood, sinew, and horn─if it is to keep the faith with every arrow that leaves its string.	123	6	5	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	9	266	63	80012	917694	True	0	1	102600	607	19	18	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
77	73	The Turning Point	Not content with conventional weapons, the dragoons of House Durendaire have begun construction of a ballista for their next confrontation with the dragons. They require grinding wheels for the shaping and polishing of metal parts.	123	6	5	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	9	266	63	80012	917695	True	0	1	63810	658	19	18	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
78	74	Ready for a Rematch	House Durendaire, the greatest of Ishgard's High Houses, takes the fall of the Stone Vigil as a personal affront. While others <Emphasis>rebuild</Emphasis> their armory, Durendaire <Emphasis>rethinks</Emphasis>─the constitution, the reach, even the purpose. These spears are destined for blood and glory once they leave your keeping.	123	6	5	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	9	266	63	80012	917696	True	0	1	61560	315	238	26	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
79	75	Trident and Error	The past is ever with us, and studying it is one of the sacred charges laid on the Sons of Saint Coinach. We have uncovered a number of Allagan cylinder seals depicting remarkable rites, one of which is to be recreated. A trident in the style of the Second Dynasty of the Great Allagan Empire is sought.	124	6	5	2	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	9	266	67	80012	917697	True	0	1	168310	845	20	19	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
80	76	Clogs of War	Ah, an order from the local mummers. Seems they require a pair of clogs for a new tragedy in three acts. They ask for comfort─seems the last pair quite lamed their leading lady─and “a sound most pleasant, rather more a klik-klak than click-clack.” Well, I shall leave you to it.	9	6	5	2	45	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917698	True	0	1	106480	560	20	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
81	77	You Do the Heavy Lifting	Adventurers, so full of new ideas and ready coin! A band of them proposes to build a portable bar for their travels. “Mahogany?” I queried, and “mahogany!” they affirmed─we'll need a goodly supply. Such innocents, they know not what the bar will weigh. In a few months, I shall buy it for a song.	9	6	5	2	45	0	1	39	39	0	0	9	266	39	80012	917699	True	0	1	26790	203	239	26	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
82	78	Bow Down to Magic	The miasma from corrupted crystals makes wet of dry and dry of wet. Very curious, very curious indeed. Fine self bows of yew grow sluggish, yet a composite that should have slackened in the lake mist does not. We must free our minds of notions preconceived, if we are to plumb the Allagans' depth.	124	6	5	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	9	266	67	80013	917700	True	0	1	85460	1145	21	18	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
83	79	Bowing to Greater Power	An ancient ritual performed at a dig near Silvertear Falls has drawn ghasts of great ferity. Happily, whilst the creatures were occupied with mauling the senior naturalist, other expedition members were able to establish that a bow of greater power is needed to pierce the ghasts' crystallized hides.	124	6	5	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	9	266	67	80013	917701	True	0	1	111430	511	21	18	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
84	80	Incant Now, Think Later	We of the Sons of Saint Coinach believe that only by studying the past can we repeat it. A stela unearthed at an Allagan site gives instructions for a spell cast with a staff. While the nature of the sorcery is unknown, the order is eager to preserve the wisdom of the past, using staves of your crafting.	124	6	5	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	9	266	67	80013	917702	True	0	1	72790	348	240	26	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
85	81	Red in the Head	Since the fall of Dalamud, the Twelveswood has seen considerably more days of sunshine than formerly, which would ordinarily be cause for celebration. Not everyone is smiling, however. In fact, the Matron's Friars─a devout brotherhood whose shaved pates make them especially susceptible to the sun's scorching rays─have taken to wincing. Happily, an exhaustive examination of their scripture failed to yield any passage which states that they should suffer for their goddess─in <Emphasis>this</Emphasis> manner, at least─and they have thus placed a large order with Black Rabbit Traders for leather caps. To help meet this order, the trading company seeks leatherworkers with the relevant cap-crafting skills.	9	6	9	2	1	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917661	True	0	1	630	112	102	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
86	82	Underneath It All	A local troupe of amateur actors known to regularly put on performances at Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre has requested the delivery of several scores of leather wristbands. Supposedly, the more poorly fit performers plan to wear several of them on their arms at once to create the illusion that they are actually the muscle-clad warriors that they are attempting to portray. Black Rabbit Traders will pay leatherworkers a fine premium for wristbands crafted and delivered to Maisenta Hawke in New Gridania.	9	6	9	2	1	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917662	True	0	1	900	112	102	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
87	83	Sole Traders	Thirty-malm marches through the Twelveswood wear down not only the spirits of newly recruited Wood Wailers, but the soles of their boots, too. To ensure their best customers' requests for footwear are never bootless, Black Rabbit Traders are ever on the lookout for leatherworkers to assist in replenishing their stock of leather shoes, boots, and leggings.	19	6	9	2	1	0	1	90	90	0	0	13	270	54	80012	917663	True	0	1	1160	113	102	19	5	2648092	110010	True	0	14
88	84	These Boots Are Made for Wailing	Though the spear may appear a Wood Wailer's best friend, defending the Twelveswood from the dangers that lurk within is not a task that can be accomplished with polearm alone. An intrepid soldier will march through rugged underbrush, step over sharp rocks, and wade through swampy mire, necessitating the use of boots that can withstand extreme abuse. To ensure their men and women are properly prepared for their duty, the quartermasters of the Lancers' Guild are always on the lookout for quality boots, and skilled leatherworkers to make them.	19	6	9	2	1	0	1	90	90	0	0	13	270	54	80012	917667	True	0	1	1160	113	103	18	5	2648092	110010	True	0	14
89	85	Sticking Their Necks Out	Despite their obvious lack of wit, the Ixal are smart enough to know that a blade through a man's throat will almost certainly spell his doom. This is why sturdy neckwear is just as important as a suit of armor or a shield. To outfit new recruits with temporary gear until they have completed their training, the Wood Wailers seek the services of skilled leatherworkers to help them restock their supply tents.	19	6	9	2	1	0	1	90	90	0	0	13	270	54	80012	917668	True	0	1	900	112	103	18	5	2648092	110010	True	0	14
90	86	Tan Before the Ban	Rumors that Stillglade Fane may be considering a moratorium on the hunting of squirrels, antelopes, and hogs have left craftsmen across Gridania fearing a city–state-wide shortage of leather. To prepare for the worst, Black Rabbit Traders are looking to increase their stock, and are actively seeking leatherworkers who are skilled in the art of tanning.	9	6	9	2	1	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917669	True	0	1	370	112	103	19	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
91	87	Mind over Muzzle	Since before the Calamity, farmers have constantly complained about the ravenous nightwolves that enter their pens after dusk and feast upon their stock. It is one of the Wood Wailers' duties to hunt down these fearsome beasts, fit them with temporary muzzles, and transport them to those corners of the Twelveswood where they might hunt at no loss to the city–state. In the past, expensive metal muzzles forged by Lominsan blacksmiths were imported for this purpose, but a recent experiment conducted by a young Wood Wailer recruit with a background in tanning has shown that leather wristbands can serve as a simple yet cost-effective alternative. Anticipating future orders from the Lancers' Guild, Black Rabbit Traders are looking to increase their stock of the bands and are offering good coin to any leatherworkers with the talent to craft them.	9	6	9	2	5	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917664	True	0	1	4660	140	104	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
92	88	From the Sands to the Stage	Contrary to popular belief, stage acting can oft prove a grueling task, requiring a great deal of agility and stamina. In fact, many performance artists take up pugilism to condition their bodies for the rigors of their profession, and Black Rabbit Traders are who they turn to when looking to purchase new gear. To see that their stock of pugilists' arms do not diminish, Maisenta Hawke is always in the market to purchase finely crafted items synthesized by local leatherworkers.	9	6	9	2	5	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917665	True	0	1	6840	224	104	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
93	89	In Their Shoes	On the eve of a scout's first foray into the wild, it is traditional for his fellow Wood Wailers to present him with a new pair of leggings blessed with holy magicks. The Lancers' Guild seeks skilled craftsmen to supply the basic garments in readiness for them to be borne to Stillglade Fane for consecration.	19	6	9	2	5	0	1	90	90	0	0	13	270	54	80012	917666	True	0	1	5220	140	104	19	5	2648092	110010	True	0	14
94	90	A Thorn in One's Hide	A recent attempt to clear away a nasty briar patch growing near the Bannock yielded a battalion's worth of scratched arms and a crateful of ruined gloves. The Wood Wailers seek leatherworkers to craft replacement hand gear─preferably synthesized with a tougher variety of leather─to prevent further pain.	19	6	9	2	5	0	1	90	90	0	0	13	270	54	80012	917670	True	0	1	4410	140	105	18	5	2648092	110010	True	0	14
95	91	A Place to Call Helm	A crate containing helms to be given to Wood Wailer recruits was left open and unattended for a full sennight before a quartermaster found it. Unfortunately, by that time, the helms had been transformed into a drey with over a half-score of baby squirrels shivering within. After explaining to his commanding officer that he did not have the heart to put the tiny beasts down, it was agreed that the crate would be left alone, and a new order of training helms placed with the Adventurers' Guild.	19	6	9	2	5	0	1	90	90	0	0	13	270	54	80012	917671	True	0	1	5220	170	105	18	5	2648092	110010	True	0	14
96	92	Throwing Down the Gauntlet	Throughout the Sixth Astral Era, the act of dueling was outlawed in the city–states of Eorzea. However, recent pressure from the Battlecraft Society─a union of guilds associated with the Disciplines of War─has prompted city–state leaders to debate decriminalizing the practice. If the motion is agreed upon, every man and woman in Eorzea will soon be looking to lock swords with the next, and gloves will be flying left and right─meaning that hand garments will be in high demand. To make sure that their inventory can handle a sudden rush of orders, Black Rabbit Traders are desperately seeking skilled leatherworkers to craft inexpensive sets of gloves.	9	6	9	2	5	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917672	True	0	1	5220	140	105	19	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
97	93	Quelling Bloody Rumors	Rumors that the quartermasters of the Gods' Quiver equip new recruits with the bloody shoes of fallen scouts have made the highly superstitious people of Gridania wary of enlisting. Though these rumors could not be further from the truth, it has been decided that all initiates shall henceforth be given brand-new footwear, and several skilled leatherworkers are required to cobble the items. Those interested should report to Black Rabbit Traders representative Maisenta Hawke with the finished order.	9	6	9	2	10	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917532	True	0	1	8430	172	106	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
98	94	The Bards' Guards	The Homunculi─a band of traveling bards known for their golden locks, honey-tongues, and flamboyant raiments─have the maidens of Gridania swooning. Their popularity is so great, in fact, that many of their most fanatical followers have taken to wearing garments which recreate the bards' unique style─one of the most sought after being a wristguard sported by Homunculus high harpist Nolan Ninestring. Never ones to allow a business opportunity to slip through their fingers, Black Rabbit Traders are seeking skilled leatherworkers to take up their knives and help create replicas before the bards pack up their instruments and move on to the next city–state.	9	6	9	2	10	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917533	True	0	1	5330	170	106	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
99	95	Saddle Sore	After a few hundred trips between the Twelveswood and Ul'dah, even the toughest leather saddles will begin to show signs of wear. New saddles, however, are costly and require several moons to break in, meaning that repair is often the more viable solution. To ensure that gear can be mended in timely fashion, we at Moogle's Gift Mounts always keep a large quantity of quality hard leather on hand, and regularly seek Disciples of the Hand trained in the skills of tanning and tawing to help us replenish our stocks.	5	6	9	2	10	0	1	94	94	0	0	13	270	54	80012	917534	True	0	1	2230	170	106	19	5	2119045	110002	True	0	14
100	96	Only the Best	At Moogle's Gift Mounts, we treat our trainers with the same care and respect we do our birds. This means providing our talented men and women with gear of the finest quality─including soft, yet durable, dodoskin harnesses that offer ample protection from the elements, without compromising on comfort or style. We are currently seeking skilled leatherworkers who would be willing to lend their talents in crafting several new sets of gear, and are willing to pay good money for those harnesses which meet our stable's exacting standards.	5	6	9	2	10	0	1	94	94	0	0	13	270	54	80012	917508	True	0	1	9990	170	107	18	5	2119045	110002	True	0	14
101	97	Simply the Best	At Moogle's Gift Mounts, we treat our trainers with the same care and respect we do our birds. This means providing our talented men and women with gear of the finest quality─including soft, yet durable, dodoskin caligae that offer their feet ample protection from the elements, without compromising on comfort or style. We are currently seeking skilled leatherworkers who would be willing to lend their talents in crafting several new pairs, and are willing to pay good money for those caligae which meet our stable's exacting standards.	5	6	9	2	10	0	1	94	94	0	0	13	270	54	80012	917509	True	0	1	8430	172	107	18	5	2119045	110002	True	0	14
102	98	Targe Up	The Twelveswood has begun to resound with the clamor of wildlife once more, and so the Seedseers have relaxed the restrictions placed on hunting in the immediate aftermath of the Calamity. As a result, orders for hunter's shields have increased tenfold, putting a strain on Black Rabbit Traders' limited inventory. To meet the increased demand, the consortium is hiring able-bodied leatherworkers to craft new targes from the materials stored in their warehouses.	9	6	9	2	10	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917510	True	0	1	9990	170	107	19	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
103	99	Choke Hold	Since Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre hosted a performance of <Emphasis>Dusk</Emphasis>, the tale of a lovelorn maiden forced to choose between a walking corpse and a nightwolf, chokers like the one worn by the play's moody heroine have been flying off the shelves. Ever sensitive to the needs of their customers, Black Rabbit Traders seek skilled leatherworkers to assist them in supplying the spiraling demand.	9	6	9	2	15	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917535	True	0	1	10100	226	108	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
104	100	Heads Up	To effectively protect their heads from pinecones, acorns, and other falling flora without compromising their field of vision, botanists from around the Twelveswood will often don thick leather skullcaps before setting off to reap the Twelveswood's bounty. As Gridania's premier suppliers of affordable headwear, Black Rabbit Traders would like to increase their stock of skullcaps, and will pay good coin to leatherworkers willing to craft the item in bulk.	9	6	9	2	15	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917536	True	0	1	18910	174	108	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
105	101	Skin off Their Backs	From blankets to bodkins, tarpaulins to tabards, aldgoat leather can be used to make almost anything─which is why it is constantly in high demand. To make sure she always has enough in stock, Ayled the Steadfast seeks leatherworkers skilled in the art of tanning.	7	6	9	2	15	0	1	107	107	0	0	13	270	55	80012	917537	True	0	1	6110	295	108	19	5	2255476	110004	True	0	14
106	102	Back in the Band	When not on missions to rid the Twelveswood of the countless fell creatures that taint the forest, the Wood Wailers engage in training exercises which replicate the various challenges that await them in the field. Due to their rigorous nature, these exercises can make a tattered mess of even the sturdiest garments in a matter of moons, necessitating a steady supply of replacements. To fulfill an order placed by the nearby camps, Ayled the Steadfast is commissioning willing and able leatherworkers to prepare a new batch of wristbands.	7	6	9	2	15	0	1	107	107	0	0	13	270	55	80012	917514	True	0	1	16920	230	109	18	5	2255476	110004	True	0	14
107	103	On Their Feet Again	When not on missions to rid the Twelveswood of the countless fell creatures that taint the forest, the Wood Wailers engage in training exercises which replicate the various challenges that await them in the field. Due to their rigorous nature, these exercises can make a tattered mess of even the sturdiest footwear in a matter of moons, necessitating a steady supply of replacements. To fulfill an order placed by the nearby camps, Ayled the Steadfast is commissioning willing and able leatherworkers to prepare a new batch of espadrilles.	7	6	9	2	15	0	1	107	107	0	0	13	270	55	80012	917515	True	0	1	15980	343	109	18	5	2255476	110004	True	0	14
108	104	A Rush on Ringbands	<Emphasis>Dusk</Emphasis>, a recent theatrical production staged at Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre, was notable both for its depiction of the adolescent angst arising from the love of a maiden for a walking corpse, and for popularizing dodoskin ringbands, these being the demure heroine's preferred protectives. Since then, the otherwise unremarkable bracelets have been flying off the shelves, and Black Rabbit Traders are seeking skilled leatherworkers to assist them in supplying the demand.	9	6	9	2	15	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917516	True	0	1	13040	230	109	19	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
109	105	Playing the Part	Ever in pursuit of realism, the members of a local opera house have chosen, for their coming performance, to reenact the legendary Battle of Carteneau in full armor. While most of the gear has already been procured, Black Rabbit Traders still require several goatskin armguards, and will pay top coin to leatherworkers who can deliver the items as soon as possible.	9	6	9	2	20	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917538	True	0	1	21600	295	110	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
110	106	Fire and Hide	A fire in one of the storerooms at the Leatherworkers' Guild has left a third of the guild's hides blackened and unworkable. Carpenters from the Oak Atrium have already begun to make the necessary structural repairs, but the pieces of tanned and tawed leather that were ruined have yet to be replaced. Black Rabbit Traders have been charged with the procurement of leather, and are actively seeking those with experience in tanning to assist in the fulfillment of the guild's order.	9	6	9	2	20	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917539	True	0	1	4440	107	110	26	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
111	107	My Sole to Take	To show appreciation to those brave souls who volunteer their services towards the protection of the Twelveswood, the Wood Wailers have chosen to present the men and women pairs of thick-soled shoes, so that their feet may remain unhurt as they make their daily patrols through the forest. Leatherworkers are sought to craft the footwear and see it delivered.	13	6	9	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	13	270	56	80012	917540	True	0	1	21600	232	110	19	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
112	108	Hands On	Being a Wood Wailer isn't all thrilling battles with bloodthirsty beasts. In fact, the majority of the tasks asked of the group are quite mundane. That, however, does not make them any less important, or in some cases, dangerous. One example is the eradication of hornet nests, which involves digging the massive constructions from hillsides...all while being assailed by an army of deadly vilekin. It is times like these that expertly crafted gear, especially gloves, can make the job that much safer and easier. The Wood Wailers are in constant search for skilled leatherworkers who can create just the items they seek.	13	6	9	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	13	270	56	80012	917520	True	0	1	21600	295	111	18	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
113	109	Packing a Punch	After observing a number of their best spears injured in close-quarter skirmishes with the Ixal, the Wood Wailers have resolved to begin basic pugilist training, hoping to prevent further tragedy. They have duly commissioned Black Rabbit Traders to provide several pairs of cesti for evaluation, and the consortium is now seeking skilled leatherworkers to craft them.	13	6	9	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	13	270	56	80012	917521	True	0	1	10970	108	111	26	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
114	110	Open to Attack	The fresh crop of freeswords is more ardent than adroit. One was near killed by a thrust under the arm, and even our strictest masters prefer not to make a teachable moment of a chest wound. This calls for practice jerkins─good seams mean the difference between bruised pride and a skewered heart.	13	6	9	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	13	270	56	80012	917522	True	0	1	24710	248	111	18	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
115	111	Men Who Scare Up Goats	After losing their flocks during the Calamity, many of the highland aldgoat herders hailing from Coerthas abandoned their homes and moved behind the protective walls of Ishgard. As a result, aldgoat leather is in short supply, as are items crafted from the material. Goatskin targes being one of Black Rabbit Traders' best sellers, consignor Maisenta Hawke must find a way to keep her stock intact, and therefore has turned to local leatherworkers for assistance.	9	6	9	2	25	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917703	True	0	1	36390	317	112	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
116	112	Just Rewards	To reward adventurers for completing the many quests offered by our staff, the Wood Wailers are in constant need of various weapons, gear, and other miscellany. Currently, supplies of goatskin wristbands are running dangerously low, and we are ready to pay leatherworkers a substantial amount of gil for any delivered to our quartermasters.	13	6	9	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	13	270	56	80012	917704	True	0	1	32460	290	112	19	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
117	113	Breeches Served Cold	How sweet! Those greedy fools at Limsa Lominsa's Brugaire Consortium have taken on one commission too many, and now they must come groveling to yours truly, Maisenta Hawke, to meet their orders. Hells, I would take them up on their offer for free if it meant seeing that rat Wynstin Walder on his knees... I won't, though. Business is business, and Black Rabbit has its own debts to pay. But enough of that. An order needs to be fulfilled and I require talented leatherworkers to help me make it happen.	9	6	9	2	25	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917705	True	0	1	18490	172	112	26	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
118	114	No Risk, No Reward	To reward adventurers for completing the many quests offered by our staff, the Wood Wailers are in constant need of various weapons, gear, and other miscellany. Currently, supplies of leather cesti are running frighteningly low, and we are ready to pay leatherworkers a substantial amount of gil for any delivered to our quartermasters.	13	6	9	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	13	270	56	80012	917706	True	0	1	30820	336	113	18	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
119	115	Campaign in the Membrane	The Wood Wailers are currently conducting a “welcome back campaign,” in which any member who left the service, for any reason, can be reinstated without penalty. As further incentive, all returning lancers will receive a toadskin jacket. Black Rabbit Traders have been appointed the procurement of the jackets, and are searching for talented leatherworkers to help fill the order.	13	6	9	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	13	270	56	80012	917707	True	0	1	41630	562	113	18	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
120	116	Quicker than Sand	When transporting a shipment of new padded leather duckbills to sentries stationed in Quarrymill, a low-ranking lance fell into a patch of quicksand and lost the crate while making his escape. The Wood Wailers are currently seeking leatherworkers to help re-craft the order, but this time double it, just in case the next lad in charge of logistics is just as ungainly.	13	6	9	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	13	270	56	80012	917708	True	0	1	21830	107	113	26	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
121	117	Emergency Patches	Sensing a blind spot in the market of seafaring accoutrements, Master Gegeruju urgently seeks a supply of top-quality eyepatches to bring to market. All skilled crafters are urged to take advantage of this singular opportunity to display their wares across the seas of Eorzea.	113	6	9	2	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	13	270	32	80012	917709	True	0	1	52220	410	114	19	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
122	118	Quality over Quantity	A pernickety vendor from the sultanate of Ul'dah has set up shop in the Ebony Stalls, where she peddles her pugilist wares. Just recently, Black Rabbit Traders were asked to provide her with pairs of boarskin himantes, but when they were delivered, the vendor returned the entire shipment, claiming they were not of sufficient quality. To see her customer satisfied, Maisenta Hawke requires the services of leatherworkers whose skills are unmatched.	9	6	9	2	30	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917710	True	0	1	44230	460	114	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
123	119	Best Served Toad	Naldiq & Vymelli's, Limsa Lominsa's largest smithing guild, has just placed a massive order for toad leather with Black Rabbit Traders. Could it be they had a falling-out with the local suppliers at the Brugaire Consortium!? Oh, if I could see the look on that rat Wynstin Walder's face when he finds out I stole the contract right out from under his filthy whiskers! Ah, but it is too early to bask in the rays of victory. I must first see the order complete and seek capable leatherworkers to ensure I can have my day in the sun!	9	6	9	2	30	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917711	True	0	1	10740	136	273	26	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
124	120	The Hand that Bleeds	In Master Gegeruju's mansion are many rooms, and each one has a fine new doorknob fashioned after a gladiator's arm. Though I am quite partial to the mace on the northwest conservatory, I must insist on gloves for all members of the household. Spikes and blades do not a good grasping surface make.	113	6	9	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	13	270	32	80011	917712	True	0	1	67730	438	115	18	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
125	121	Slave to Fashion	Love has many faces, and let us just say that Master Gegeruju knows his fair share. This day has found milord in a frolicsome mood, and he requires the services of a master leatherworker to create a splendid collar. Yours is not to question why, but to tool and dye.	113	6	9	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	13	270	32	80011	917713	True	0	1	28720	563	115	18	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
126	122	Subordinate Clause	One man's tax is another man's gift, and Master Gegeruju believes in paying his tribute with a smile. As a symbol of the close yet supple bonds we share, the Maelstrom asks, nay, commands us to supply a generous number of leather collars. Submissions are being accepted.	113	6	9	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	13	270	32	80011	917714	True	0	1	17230	193	274	26	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
127	123	The Righteous Tools for the Job	The goddess of Ishgard is cruel, as gods always seem to be, and demands much cruelty in turn from Her followers. Wielding their magicked ringbands and black hoods, the Holy See hunts unbelievers as Gridanians hunt the fox: the unspeakable in pursuit of the indelible.	122	6	9	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	13	270	63	80012	917715	True	0	1	50380	456	116	19	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
128	124	Soft Shoe Shuffle	Black Rabbit Traders are nothing but patriotic, as I'm sure you are. The commercial life of the realm needs a little run on luxury to keep small purses from becoming overfull. We'll start with a rage for peisteskin shoes. Will you deliver the goods? For Gridania and all that, you know.	9	6	9	2	35	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917716	True	0	1	83050	407	116	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
129	125	Supply Side Logic	With the Order of the Twin Adder recruiting so heavily, the Leatherworkers' Guild is busier than an assassin at an Ishgardian wedding. In fact, they're about to run out of boars' hide, and the sots who oversee their storehouses haven't a clue. When the panic comes, we shall be waiting with a ready supply.	9	6	9	2	35	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917717	True	0	1	14940	188	275	26	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
130	126	Springtime for Coerthas	How curious, an order of leather harnesses from House Fortemps. I've not stocked them, or any other summer equipage since─well, since the Calamity. Could it be that some in the High Houses know what we do not─that Coerthas will be freed of this infernal cold, and soon?	122	6	9	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	13	270	63	80012	917718	True	0	1	94160	490	117	18	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
131	127	Through a Glass Brightly	The First Dicasterial Observatorium of Aetherial and Astrological Phenomena has taken delivery of a new lens, and the stargazers are all as giddy as a bridegroom over the fine, cloudless glass. However, they are martyrs to frozen hands, nights being their preferred gazing time. Fingerless gloves will keep them unencumbered whilst alleviating suffering.	122	6	9	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	13	270	63	80012	917719	True	0	1	94160	661	117	18	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
132	128	First They Came for the Heretics	The special inquisitors' office of the Holy See of Ishgard orders a quantity of leather collars, with the stipulation that they be “man-sized, of hardened leather, double sewn with no padding.” I could not say no. It has already been paid for, you see.	122	6	9	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	13	270	63	80012	917720	True	0	1	23950	147	276	26	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
133	129	The Birdmen of Ishgard	They say it is better to be a chocobokeep for House Durendaire than a captain for House Fortemps, in such high esteem does the former hold the skill with the noble bird. Even the stable garb is of prime boarskin, proof against waspish pecks, yet with a fine wool-like hand.	123	6	9	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	13	270	63	80012	917721	True	0	1	102600	637	118	19	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
134	130	Skirt Chaser	Always, the youth of the cities copy the stylings of adventurers and corsairs. Were you aware that Black Rabbit Traders employ scouts, sartorialists if you will, to study the adventurers' garb? I received a note from one such not an hour ago: “simple boarskin skirt.” Hop to it, please.	9	6	9	2	40	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917722	True	0	1	102600	478	118	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
135	131	The Tao of Rabbits	True to our name, Black Rabbit Traders are ever ready to jump. The sultry weather and the fever for gladiatorial style have menfolk walking the streets in leather harnesses. Let other traders balk at chasing ignominious fads; we leap, we eat, and very well we sleep.	9	6	9	2	40	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917723	True	0	1	61560	233	277	26	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
136	132	Foot Blues	The wax and wane of fashion leaves the moccasin unchanged, for feet prefer warmth above all things in winter. Yet this paragon of footwear needs frequent replacing, prone as it is to a certain...manginess. The wearers' bane is a vendor's blessing; we shall move plenty of stock this winter.	123	6	9	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	13	270	63	80012	917724	True	0	1	90590	518	119	18	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
137	133	Not So Alike in Dignity	Ah, the fortunate chocobokeeps of House Durendaire! Now their doting masters call for jerkins painstakingly tailored from boarskin. In other houses, only stewards are given such consideration─except at House Fortemps, where the steward's only privilege is an extra bowl of yams at supper.	123	6	9	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	13	270	63	80012	917725	True	0	1	125680	644	119	18	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
138	134	It's Not a Job, It's a Calling	None would accuse the chocobokeeps of House Durendaire of even a moment's lapse in devotion to their charges. No dragoon is permitted to fit a new saddle without a keeper present, and it is the chocobokeep's duty to order the fine peiste saddles for the exceptional birds of House Durendaire.	123	6	9	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	13	270	63	80012	917726	True	0	1	17230	173	278	26	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
139	135	Hold On Tight	The naturalists at Saint Coinach's Find have had a challenging fortnight at the Silvertear Falls dig, none more so than the senior naturalist. While the question of what to get a man who has tenure is a difficult one, members of the expedition are certain that he would welcome a sturdy pair of gloves to protect his aging hands.	124	6	9	2	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	13	270	67	80012	917727	True	0	1	137400	691	120	19	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
140	136	Too Hot to Handle	Every misfortune is an opportunity, particularly if the misfortune be someone else's. It seems that those popular salamander hide cuffs have some horrible defect. Excellent! We'll flood the market with raptorskin bracelets. Hm? Oh, apparently, salamander skin bursts into flames without warning.	9	6	9	2	45	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917728	True	0	1	95350	566	120	18	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
141	137	Handle with Care	One guild makes a replica weapon, and suddenly all and sundry are doing the same. The Gladiators' Guild is paying handsomely for a quantity of peiste cesti─no stinting on material there─to be sold as official replicas of the Oathbreakers. No second-rate work! I'll not have those galoots after me.	9	6	9	2	45	0	1	39	39	0	0	13	270	39	80012	917729	True	0	1	54240	260	279	26	5	2257767	110007	True	0	14
142	138	Fuss in Boots	Two of our naturalists complained of numb patches on their thighs, and the surgeon diagnosed frostnip despite the balmy weather. We believe that the dig sometimes disturbs ancient pockets of frozen air and aether, and these we must guard against lest it be frostbite next time.	124	6	9	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	13	270	67	80013	917730	True	0	1	137400	654	121	18	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
143	139	Tenderfoot Moments	Knowledge once lost is oft rediscovered through the tireless work of the Sons of Saint Coinach. In one such triumph, a team at Silvertear Falls unearthed a stela bearing a cure for the common callus. Their tender feet can wear naught but the softest moccasin for some moons, but 'tis a small price to pay.	124	6	9	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	13	270	67	80013	917731	True	0	1	121320	509	121	18	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
144	140	Spelling Me Softly	The past casts a long shadow, and the Sons of Saint Coinach are ever ready to live with the consequences of their actions. A recent experiment with an ancient spell has rendered all leather at a dig site a pulpous mess. We at the Find seek a quantity of raptor leather to resupply the dig.	124	6	9	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	13	270	67	80013	917732	True	0	1	23080	202	280	26	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
145	141	Proly Hatchet	Gridania's high market day for hand tools draws close, and we at the Brugaire Consortium are still short some 70,000 tonzes of metal. Hatchets are ever popular, and all available smiths of black metal are called on to produce a goodly number of them.	114	6	6	1	1	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917733	True	0	1	1160	113	22	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
146	142	Hells Bells	The recent salt storm caused an outbreak of bronze disease, destroying virtually every bell too large to be moved indoors. As specialists in disaster commerce, the Brugaire Consortium expects an unholy upsurge in demand for bronze, and will pay handsomely for a large stockpile of the metal.	114	6	6	1	1	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917734	True	0	1	630	114	22	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
147	143	Mending Fences	Been having a polite sort of feud with a neighbor over the fence standing between our steads─or rather, the fence that's fallin' down between our steads. Was sure I was in the right, but one of the hands found his tame magpie with a stash of rivets. I guess we've some re-riveting to do.	115	6	6	1	1	0	1	200	200	0	0	10	267	31	80011	917735	True	0	1	630	115	22	19	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
148	144	Axe Me Anything	The kobold situation has us all feeling a little tense down on the Red Rooster Stead. We'd all feel much better with something to protect ourselves with, and you know, nothing says “safe” like jumpy folk armed with razor-sharp axes. We'd all be much obliged for your help.	115	6	6	1	1	0	1	200	200	0	0	10	267	31	80011	917736	True	0	1	1690	113	23	18	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
149	145	The Unkindest Cut	We've had a spate of sawing accidents at the Red Rooster Stead. Don't want to hear any more? Nobody has time for my stories. Anyway, we've decided to change all our saws to push saws, seeing as we're working with harder wood nowadays. Deliver something practical, no need to get all fancy.	115	6	6	1	1	0	1	200	200	0	0	10	267	31	80011	917737	True	0	1	1690	113	23	18	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
150	146	Thank You for Your Business	You know my opinion of sailors─I cannot abide the sight of them. However, those tar-breathing pirates-in-waiting spend freely on land what they earn at sea. And if what they want are bastard swords to fillet each other with, who am I to dissuade them? Besides, if we don't take their gil, somebody else will.	114	6	6	1	1	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917738	True	0	1	1330	113	23	19	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
151	147	Stainless Chef	With so many adventurers pouring into Limsa Lominsa, the Culinarians' Guild is planning a tournament of skills, complete with a fat purse. There will be a rush on affordable culinary knives when this fact becomes public knowledge. Willing smiths should present themselves to the Brugaire Consortium.	114	6	6	1	5	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917739	True	0	1	5220	140	24	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
152	148	I, Gladius	A wise man once said, “When there are fans on the streets, sell official merchandise.” The gladiatorial draft is approaching, and the Brugaire Consortium has a contract for replicas of the league viking swords. Others may be content with tawdry souvenirs, but Brugaire will only accept arena-quality weapons.	114	6	6	1	5	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917740	True	0	1	4110	168	24	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
153	149	Bring Me the Head Knife of Al'bedo Derssia	Our best tanner just absconded with a cartload of sheepskin and dodo pelts, and worst of all, most of the tools. Should have known not to trust a Derssia. Beefwits or footpads, all of them. Anyway, leather doesn't cut itself. We need replacement head knives, and make sure they're good ones.	115	6	6	1	5	0	1	200	200	0	0	10	267	31	80011	917741	True	0	1	5220	140	24	19	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
154	150	Down on the Pharm	The Red Rooster Stead is expanding its apothecary to concoct more preparations for the field and the like, but we're having trouble with our implements. The plant dressing we were grinding ate right through the mortar. New ones that don't mind a bit of vitriol would be nice.	115	6	6	1	5	0	1	200	200	0	0	10	267	31	80011	917742	True	0	1	5220	140	25	18	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
155	151	A Hit Job	The Grey Fleet mills flour for all of Vylbrand, but some of our neighbors have the gall to start grousing about eyesores. We've sworn to emboss some frippery or another on the copper sails to make them easier on the eyes. We'll need proper chaser hammers for the chasing and repoussé work to be done.	115	6	6	1	5	0	1	200	200	0	0	10	267	31	80011	917743	True	0	1	5220	168	25	18	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
156	152	As Above, Below	I dined with the chief clerk of Amajina & Sons the other day─charming fowl he served, and such wine!─and he had this to say: “When the sky teems with enemies, we must raid the earth and loot the rocks.” Now <Emphasis>that</Emphasis> is what I call getting in front of the problem! And a hint, don't you think?	114	6	6	1	5	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917744	True	0	1	5220	168	25	19	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
157	153	Farriers of Fortune	The ditty <Emphasis>Farriers of Fortune</Emphasis> has spread to all four corners of Eorzea, and hopeful apprentices are wearing down the fine woolen rugs in Naldiq & Vymelli's vestibule. Being neophytes, these aspirants have no tools of their own. With the help of willing crafters, that situation may be remedied.	114	6	6	1	10	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917577	True	0	1	9990	172	26	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
158	154	Anutha Spatha	The market in cavalry weapons is less than rosy. To drum up sales, the Brugaire Consortium is planning a campaign of incitement and enticement: buy one spatha for yourself, another for the son the Twelve will surely bless you with! Enterprising armorers are sought to help build a quality stock.	114	6	6	1	10	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917578	True	0	1	8430	227	26	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
159	155	Port of Call: Ul'dah	I'm going to make a run to Ul'dah and see if the gods don't smile for a change. They've been real sour-faced joltheads for a while, begging divine pardon and all that. A spot of arms dealing is just the thing, so I'll be needing wares. Ask for me down in Swiftperch.	116	6	6	1	10	0	1	218	218	0	0	10	267	33	80011	917579	True	0	1	9990	170	26	19	5	4169749	110032	True	0	14
160	156	Peddle to the Metal	Know the secret to making more money? What you do is you spread around the risk. Now I know a fellow in Ul'dah who, uh, found a cache of coin silver. My agent knows non-guild metalworkers who aren't too picky, so all I need are cut-rate tools and we stand to make a handsome score.	116	6	6	1	10	0	1	218	218	0	0	10	267	33	80011	917583	True	0	1	9990	172	27	18	5	4169749	110032	True	0	14
161	157	I'm into Leather	The brand's the thing. “Made in Limsa Lominsa”─the prettiest scar you can put on any piece of skin, and I know a thing or two about that. Now, “made” being a fluid kind of word, I've imported half-completed saddles. With the tools you deliver, we'll finish them and put some irons in the fire.	116	6	6	1	10	0	1	218	218	0	0	10	267	33	80011	917584	True	0	1	9990	529	27	18	5	4169749	110032	True	0	14
162	158	Twice as Slice	I feel a certain reluctance to arm sailors. Traditional or not, a labrys is...well, why in the name of Nophica do they need a <Emphasis>double</Emphasis>–headed axe? It's double the trouble, if you ask me, but if the shipowners acquiesce, who am I, the second chair of the Brugaire Consortium, to argue?	114	6	6	1	10	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917585	True	0	1	13090	173	27	19	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
163	159	Smelt and Dealt	A tragic brimstone accident at an Ul'dahn bloomery has ruined an entire batch of iron, down to the last filing. Brugaire ships will sail as soon as they take delivery of enough iron ingots to cover the reeking losses. All smiths are welcome to join in this profitable mission of mercy.	114	6	6	1	15	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917580	True	0	1	7170	247	28	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
164	160	Awl or Nothing	Those fickle Gridanians have embraced a slimming fad. The season's most fashionable accessory is the awl, which they flaunt as they bore new holes in leather belts grown loose around newly slender waists and hips. The Brugaire Consortium is eager to assist Gridanians in their boring affectation.	114	6	6	1	15	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917581	True	0	1	18910	236	28	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
165	161	Riveting Run	Some say that one's righteousness is measured in bullets fired one's way. By that definition, the <Emphasis>Ice Princess</Emphasis> is a most righteous vessel and her captain a veritable paragon. As always, she seeks to lay in a supply of rivets for the inevitable repairs to the hull. Bon voyage, miladies.	117	6	6	1	15	0	1	223	223	0	0	10	267	33	80011	917582	True	0	1	7170	173	28	19	5	3999018	110033	True	0	14
166	162	Get a Little Bit Closer	The <Emphasis>Ice Princess</Emphasis> rides at anchor again, and the whiff of violence and danger mingles with the salt tang of the port. This time, they seek a supply of melee weapons, with the curt stipulation that they be “head-bustin' hard.” Questions? That would be unwise.	117	6	6	1	15	0	1	223	223	0	0	10	267	33	80011	917586	True	0	1	13040	283	29	18	5	3999018	110033	True	0	14
167	163	Honest Ballast	Captain H'rhanbolo, as notorious among landlubbers as she is glorious to the seafaring, finds her ship's holds nearly empty after a particularly lucky run. The captain sees the wisdom of having additional cargo when they sail to Ul'dah, and seeks skilled artisans to craft leatherworking tools.	117	6	6	1	15	0	1	223	223	0	0	10	267	33	80011	917587	True	0	1	18910	235	29	18	5	3999018	110033	True	0	14
168	164	Tools of the Trade	I have certain friends─well, admirers─who send me chatty missives about their rather dreary lives in Mor Dhona. It seems some parties have been quite at pains to tame the metal from the airship wrecks. Wears out tools in a matter of weeks, they say. We do have a caravan headed there soon...	114	6	6	1	15	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917588	True	0	1	13040	235	29	19	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
169	165	Unseamly Conditions	The mineral seams of Ul'dah are as hard as the cartel's grip on their riches; the tools wear out ere a replacement can be ordered. The Brugaire Consortium has a contract to establish a tool depot near the mines, and is hiring skilled Disciples of the Hand to produce the wares.	114	6	6	1	20	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917541	True	0	1	21600	292	30	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
170	166	Claw Daddy	Patriarch's Day is nigh, and the Carpenters' Guild is expecting a record crowd for the Nailhead Dance. The demand for claw hammers is sure to outstrip the guild's supply, and all agree that it would be gauche to run out. Top gil is being offered for quality tools for this festivity.	114	6	6	1	20	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917542	True	0	1	12960	192	30	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
171	167	Hearth Maul	Through a series of regrettable incidents, we have learned that a Wailer cannot live on battle alone. Among the improvements we are making to our encampment is a stone roasting pit around which we may share copious amounts of mead. With the right tool, we may break ground soon.	13	6	6	1	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	10	267	56	80012	917543	True	0	1	21600	294	30	19	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
172	168	Powderpost Derby	With the plague of powder-post worms drawing ever closer to Quarrymill, the Wood Wailers have coated every post, stock, and handle with linseed and tar. Yet there will be no stopping some of the accursed wood-eaters. Crafters are called upon to produce saws, for extreme measures may be called for.	13	6	6	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	10	267	56	80012	917544	True	0	1	21600	289	31	18	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
173	169	The Devil's Workshop	A spear in one hand still leaves a hand free, and some of those posted at Quarrymill grow too restive for their own good. A one-handed sword should occupy those idle hands and hours. The terms are generous; let all smiths of good conscience stoke the fire and raise their hammers.	13	6	6	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	10	267	56	80012	917545	True	0	1	12960	125	31	26	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
174	170	When Rhalgr Met Nophica	With the influx of refugees from Ala Mhigo, the meteor pays court to the spring leaf and the streets of Quarrymill ring with Highland voices. These martial migrants do the Wailers great honor by pledging themselves as freeswords, and they must be armed to the best of your arts.	13	6	6	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	10	267	56	80011	917546	True	0	1	21600	252	31	18	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
175	171	Time to Upgrade	The Brugaire Consortium is what it is today because of its foresight. The affordable metalworking tools offered to novices last year should be on their last leg. With the solemn one-year pledge of quality just lapsed, the workers have no choice but to purchase new tools, and quickly.	114	6	6	1	25	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917745	True	0	1	36390	384	32	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
176	172	Mors Dagger	The captain's lady mother used to call the longsword a woman's weapon, and who would be fool enough to disagree with a woman thus armed? The Wailers would honor her memory by presenting every Quarrymiller of the fair sex with a longsword, and artisans so inclined will not find the militia ungrateful.	13	6	6	1	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	10	267	56	80011	917746	True	0	1	30820	336	32	19	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
177	173	Cleaving the Glim	The Leatherworkers' Guild has experimented with a new brew of tan oak with stunning results. However, most round knives can gain no purchase on the leather's glassy smoothness. The guild is offering favorable terms for blades capable of slicing through glim leather, as it is called.	114	6	6	1	25	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917747	True	0	1	21830	114	32	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
178	174	Lancers' Creed	No Wood Wailer would think to leave the upkeep of his weapon to another. Every Wailer knows that this─and only this─is his spear. There are many others like it, but this one is his. Skilled Disciples of the Hand are sought to make tools with which Wailers can lavish care on their arms.	13	6	6	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	10	267	56	80012	917748	True	0	1	47200	310	33	18	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
179	175	I Saw What You Did There	He who is raw in one discipline is well seasoned in another, and contrariwise. Though shaping up to be fine fighters, some in this company shall never a carpenter make, having not taken so much as a file to their sawblades for many a moon. New saws we will have, to be kept under lock and key.	13	6	6	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	10	267	56	80012	917749	True	0	1	47200	534	33	18	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
180	176	That's Some Fine Grinding	Wood Wailers have a passion for acorn flour bread, walnut paste, and other forest delicacies. Following recent tensions over the bogarting of tools, the militia has decided to issue every Wailer his own means to crush, pound, and powder. Interested blacksmiths will find the terms generous.	13	6	6	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	10	267	56	80012	917750	True	0	1	21830	137	33	26	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
181	177	The Naked Blade	Ever in search of that sweet twilight where terror and bliss are one, Master Gegeruju commands a steel falchion be crafted for a very special skirmish. The blade will be wielded by a sword dancer said to eschew all raiments, for is she not clad in her considerable reputation?	113	6	6	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	10	267	32	80011	917751	True	0	1	67730	416	34	19	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
182	178	Out on a Limb	The Brugaire Consortium has received a commission as exclusive as it is unusual: the illustrious client bids us make a barber-surgeon's saw, “wolfish of teeth and swanlike in form,” to take his gout-afflicted foot off with. A plump purse awaits a crafter who delivers this chimera.	114	6	6	1	30	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917752	True	0	1	52220	389	34	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
183	179	Can You Spare a Dolabra	The Brugaire Consortium has long enjoyed the friendship of the largest mining interest in Ul'dah, Amajina & Sons Mineral Concern. The recent discovery of unusually rich seams has created more work, and Amajina is in need of more dolabras. Delivery should be made to a Brugaire officer.	114	6	6	1	30	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917753	True	0	1	40640	265	241	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
184	180	A Spy in the House of Love	A gentleman of well-developed sensuality is our Master Gegeruju, and he gives his all─or at least quite a bit─to the pursuit of the recherché. He has of late taken to shutting himself in a chest, an awl in hand; there he bores a peephole through which to gaze upon his nescient amour.	113	6	6	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	10	267	32	80011	917754	True	0	1	52220	388	35	18	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
185	181	Hard Knock Life	Of late, too much rest has Master Gegeruju over–languorous, yet it would be as much as one's place is worth if any in the household were to rouse him from his slumber. A gentle earthquake would be just the thing to prise open his eyes, and we seek a great hammer to this end.	113	6	6	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	10	267	32	80011	917755	True	0	1	52220	328	35	18	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
186	182	Don't Fear the Reaper	In Costa del Sol grows a garden of earthly delights under Master Gegeruju's tender care. He binds the vines with hair from his own head while singing sweet madrigals. Alas, there are signs his passion is ebbing, and we believe in being prepared. We await delivery of an exceptionally keen scythe.	113	6	6	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	10	267	32	80011	917756	True	0	1	31330	181	242	26	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
187	183	You Spin Me Round	The astrologians of the Observatorium tether themselves together when they climb to the crow's nest, for the stars have the power to befuddle even the sense of what lies above and what below. A recent mishap has taught them that where there is rope, there must be a blade to part its strangling plies─and the broader the blade, the better.	122	6	6	1	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	10	267	63	80011	917877	True	0	1	61490	497	36	19	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
188	184	Awl about Who You Know	First order of business: we at the Brugaire Consortium need steel awls, and there's not a moment to lose! Brugaire is the preferred procurer for the Leatherworkers' Guild, as you know. No? Well, perhaps some of us aren't as cognizant of the goings-on of this great city as we ought to be, hm?	114	6	6	1	35	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917878	True	0	1	72600	808	36	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
189	185	Spice Cadet	There you are, I sent for you hours ago. The head spicer at the Seventh Sage is in a rare state. Why must everyone be in such a hurry these days? She asks─demands, really─a quantity of chemist's mortars for some overwrought formulation. Well, come on, I haven't got all day, you know.	114	6	6	1	35	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917879	True	0	1	30230	298	243	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
190	186	Lending a Hand	The great astroscope at the Observatorium is due for cleaning, but the engineers do not grow more dextrous with advancing age or deepening cold. I fear that the usual wares are quite inadequate to the task. Craft for them thrice-hardened tools, with cunning handles that incite a secure grip.	122	6	6	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	10	267	63	80012	917880	True	0	1	72600	520	37	18	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
191	187	Colder than Steel	The demand for head knives grows as folk take to hunting for fur as much as meat. The nights are colder in Coerthas since the Calamity. It is as though we have been banished to a lesser place at the sun's feast, supping on meager rabbit while suckling pig is served at the high table.	122	6	6	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	10	267	63	80012	917881	True	0	1	72600	415	37	18	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
192	188	Seemed Like the Thing to Get	The winter storms will close the mountain pass, cutting Coerthas off from Gridania. All the merchants are laying in a large stock of necessaries; wags have been heard calling it the “cold rush.” Today, it's for kitchen knives. In three days, it will be something else.	122	6	6	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	10	267	63	80012	917882	True	0	1	43560	239	244	26	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
193	189	A Weighty Question	The master-at-arms of House Durendaire is as much a scholar as a warrior. He suspects that clubs need not be heavy, only strong─that one could smash gates with a goblet if the latter were the harder of the two. If this maul proves him right, the heavy cavalry may find itself less burdened than the light.	123	6	6	1	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	10	267	63	80011	917883	True	0	1	79510	574	38	19	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
194	190	A Mixed Message	Mythril pliers! What next, steel coronets? A gold skillet perhaps, hm? Precious metal shall not be put to base use. Everything in its place and everyone in his place, I say. I don't usually stand for this─this topsy-turviness, but the customers are some very humorless Ishgardian types, you see!	114	6	6	1	40	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917884	True	0	1	79510	491	38	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
195	191	File That under Whatever	Well, I haven't seen such a large order for files since the mass breakout at Fivesook Prison. I am jesting, of course. Needless to say, the Brugaire Consortium is not in the habit of supplying contraband to reprobates. I am surprised that you would even have to wonder at such a thing, really. Hmph!	114	6	6	1	40	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917885	True	0	1	47700	263	245	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
196	192	Kitchen Casualties	The banality of war is best seen in household accounts, a peek at which can be had for a price. The recent Dravanian attacks cost House Durendaire half a hundred kitchen knives─surely they need sturdier replacements. Some knights were left equally molten, but these we cannot supply by the gross.	123	6	6	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	10	267	63	80012	917886	True	0	1	79510	574	39	18	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
197	193	Get Me to the War on Time	Since the loss of the Stone Vigil, the armory at the Whitebrim outpost is swathed in a veil of sparks, ever renewed by hammers that fall night and day. What vengeful bride do the smiths attend, in that harsh and clangorous place that wears down metal and men alike?	123	6	6	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	10	267	63	80012	917887	True	0	1	79510	484	39	18	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
198	194	Streamlining Operations	House Durendaire leaves nothing unexamined as it refines its siegecraft in readiness for the coming battle for the Stone Vigil. An iron hammer needs three taps on a bolt where a mythril one can drive it home in a single stroke; therefore, all siege engineers will go equipped with the precious tool.	123	6	6	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	10	267	63	80012	917888	True	0	1	47700	273	246	26	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
199	195	I'd Rather Be Digging	The dig at Silvertear Falls has come to a standstill while everyone works feverishly to replace the leather straps, linings, and sundry destroyed in the pursuit of knowledge. We of the Sons of Saint Coinach are commissioning an electrum head knife to speed up the leatherworking and allow the dig to resume.	124	6	6	1	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	10	267	67	80011	917889	True	0	1	137400	739	40	19	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
200	196	No Refunds, Only Exchanges	Adventurers returning from the north have the temerity to complain that our steel files turned brittle in the extreme cold. Personally, I think it's likely that this is a ploy, a scheme to squeeze us for extra gil, but it is more than my place is worth to say so to my betters.	114	6	6	1	45	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917890	True	0	1	106480	720	40	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
201	197	You Stay on That Side	Dear me, you again. I know, I know─it <Emphasis>is</Emphasis> pleasant to work for the best. Nobody is faulting you, young adventurer! I have just the commission for your tenacious talents: pliers for Coerthas. The sheepherders there seem to have developed a sudden passion for marking property lines with tined wire.	114	6	6	1	45	0	1	27	27	0	0	10	267	27	80011	917891	True	0	1	63890	294	247	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
202	198	Pop That Top	Many of the Allagan artifacts recovered are...fickle. We have found that the form of the storage vessel is critical; a domed top focuses the aether in the manner that keeps the relics stable. All the containers will have to be altered, but with the right tools, it shall take no more than two moons.	124	6	6	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	10	267	67	80013	917892	True	0	1	137400	847	41	18	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
203	199	Talon Terrors	The senior naturalist seeing over the dig at Saint Coinach's Find near Silvertear Falls has suffered from a phobia of claws following a ghast mauling. All manner of items resembling the cause of his fear were hidden away─so well in the case of the humble claw hammer that it cannot be found at all.	124	6	6	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	10	267	67	80013	917893	True	0	1	106480	599	41	18	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
204	200	I Maul Right	The recent events at Silvertear Falls have thinned the expedition's inventory of tools, and many in the camp have come to rely, perhaps overly much, on the maul. Having been used for everything from opening crates to starting fires, they are in sore need of replacing.	124	6	6	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	10	267	67	80013	917894	True	0	1	63890	313	248	26	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
205	201	Ain't Got No Ingots	An epidemic of snoring sickness has broken out in the tin mines of Ul'dah, and the pewter cartel is aggressively buying up all the tin it can. To ensure an uninterrupted supply of bronze, the Brugaire Consortium is paying top gil for bronze ingots.	114	6	7	1	1	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917757	True	0	1	630	113	42	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
206	202	Skillet Labor	With the craze for skilletball firmly in the past, twin opportunities have surfaced. The Brugaire Consortium has contracted scrap dealers to collect the dented skillets, while offering new ones at a generous discount. The Consortium is hiring artisans in good standing to turn out the goods.	114	6	7	1	1	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917758	True	0	1	1160	115	42	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
207	203	Eyes Bigger than the Plate	The Red Rooster Stead's bought its share of bronze this and bronze that lately. It doesn't put me in the easiest frame of mind to be wastin' gil on simple things like tools. Why don't you bring me a nice bronze plate, and we'll make what we need right here at the Stead.	115	6	7	1	1	0	1	200	200	0	0	11	268	31	80011	917759	True	0	1	1160	116	42	19	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
208	204	The Alloyed Truth	The long rainy season has wreaked rusty havoc on iron rivets preferred by many a farmstead. Once the Consortium's silver-tongued agents are done, the clamor for bronze rivets is expected to be somewhere between “loud” and “gods protect us.” Smiths both deft and deaf are sought for this opportunity.	115	6	7	1	1	0	1	200	200	0	0	11	268	31	80011	917760	True	0	1	630	112	43	18	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
209	205	Don't Hit Me One More Time	We've been trying out different tools to double as arms, so's we can protect ourselves from kobolds. Well. It hasn't been perfect. What I mean to say is, the farmhands now need a little protectin' from each other. We're going to need shields and we're ready to pay.	115	6	7	1	1	0	1	200	200	0	0	11	268	31	80011	917761	True	0	1	1690	173	43	18	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
210	206	Distill It Yourself	I do detest the...the grubbing attitude that seems to have infected Eorzea since the Calamity. This idea that everyone should be able to do a little alchemy! Let the experts handle it, I say, but if they want to muck about with an alembic, I'll not cry for them!	114	6	7	1	1	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917762	True	0	1	1160	114	43	19	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
211	207	You've Got Mail	Armorers nimble of finger and simple in tastes are asked to present themselves to the offices of the Brugaire Consortium, where they will hear opportunities to their advantage regarding the supplying of haubergeons to be sold in Gridania.	114	6	7	1	5	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917763	True	0	1	6840	144	44	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
212	208	Headbangers' Thrall	The Marauders' Guild has a list of occupational hazards as long as a blackthorn, and it is a sign of the respect they command that none dare jest about their barber bill. A split head is a hurt too far for even the marauders, and they seek delivery of barbuts to use in their fabled drills.	114	6	7	1	5	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917764	True	0	1	5220	170	44	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
213	209	Bronzed and Burnt	Cooking pots seemed to work well enough as helms, but the hands all have scorched noses from the sun. The sight of so many scabrous snouts grows intolerable, for these folk were never what you'd call fair to look upon. Make us some bronze sallets before I have another snootful of scarlet.	115	6	7	1	5	0	1	200	200	0	0	11	268	31	80011	917765	True	0	1	5220	170	44	19	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
214	210	Rodents of Unusual Size	We haven't taken care of the hayricks as well as we should have, what with all this arming instead of farming. The rats are as big as cats in some of those ricks, and a rat bite is no jest. What we need are well-made sollerets to shield the feet and deliver a hard kick with.	115	6	7	1	5	0	1	200	200	0	0	11	268	31	80011	917766	True	0	1	5220	144	45	18	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
215	211	Strait Ain't the Gate	A farm's no fort, even with stout enough fences if the kobolds get frisky. But ye know, the Red Rooster Stead's front gate is naught more than a few deals on a pair of uprights. We need a smith to craft us a shield large enough to make fast to the gates, or the kobolds will gambol right in.	115	6	7	1	5	0	1	200	200	0	0	11	268	31	80011	917767	True	0	1	8460	173	45	18	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
216	212	Get into Their Heads	You have a certain rapport with zealot types, do you? Excellent, excellent. They say the dragoons of Ishgard have developed an irrational dislike of steel helms. That, my footloose friend, is opportunity. There's a ship leaving soon, with just enough room for a crate of chainmail coifs.	114	6	7	1	5	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917768	True	0	1	5220	144	45	19	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
217	213	Waste Not, Want Not	The Holy See of Ishgard has placed an order for a bronze celata, stating that their fit is most pleasing to the chocobos. There are also reports that the dragoons cook rustic stews in the sizable helmets when home is far and the archbishop's commands weigh heavy on their souls.	114	6	7	1	10	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917589	True	0	1	9990	175	46	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
218	214	All Ovo That	They say that when the wind changes, the Qiqirn oil their wagon wheels and dream of the open trails. It is also during this time that their lust for eggs fried in clarified butter reaches new heights. The Consortium is prepared to take delivery of a shipment of iron skillets from willing crafters.	114	6	7	1	10	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917590	True	0	1	6880	350	46	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
219	215	Greavous Losses	You win some, you lose some, if you get my drift and meander. Sometimes, you hedge a risk and get thrown over the hedge into the drink. Not to put too fine a point on it, but I need to turn a fast gil. Bring me a shipment of greaves right quick, so I can sail for Ul'dah and make things right.	116	6	7	1	10	0	1	218	218	0	0	11	268	33	80011	917591	True	0	1	13090	287	46	19	5	4169749	110032	True	0	14
220	216	Cook Intentions	I have my ship, all my limbs and both my eyes. My sails fill with wind and my belly with rum. What care have I in the world? The gods have blessed me and I mean to repay. Find me fine smiths to turn out culinary tools, and I will see the poor fed all down the coast!	116	6	7	1	10	0	1	218	218	0	0	11	268	33	80011	917595	True	0	1	6880	173	47	18	5	4169749	110032	True	0	14
221	217	Still the Best	Now, I've been known to say that only the best, the second best, and the third best will do. I'm a man of conviction and you'll hear no apologies on that score. But for a thing like an alembic, only Lominsan workmanship will do. I'll not have sour grog or burnt hands on my conscience.	116	6	7	1	10	0	1	218	218	0	0	11	268	33	80011	917596	True	0	1	9990	322	47	18	5	4169749	110032	True	0	14
222	218	Stadium Envy	Have you been to the Coliseum in Ul'dah? But you must! I saw the Bull of Ala Mhigo fight and let me tell you, you haven't lived until you've shouted yourself hoarse for a gladiator. Well, filling this order for a gauntlet is as close as you'll get to the action today. But someday, my dear adventurer!	114	6	7	1	10	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917597	True	0	1	9990	229	47	19	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
223	219	Cover Girl	The tedious diffidence that plagues many souls in the spring of their life has spawned a curious new fashion: youths strut the streets in a full barbut. Since the fever is sure to be short-lived, a consignment of decorated bronze barbuts is urgently sought by the Consortium.	114	6	7	1	15	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917592	True	0	1	18910	270	48	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
224	220	Fashion Weak	Vanity is ever a friend to commerce. Armor lasts a hundred seasons, but even the lowliest conscript lusts for the latest fashion: immodest cloisonné, a bevy of embossed beasts, novel severity. The Consortium is prepared to take delivery of a consignment of exotic iron cuirasses at a seductive price.	114	6	7	1	15	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917593	True	0	1	18910	374	48	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
225	221	Kiss the Pan (Good-bye)	As the <Emphasis>Ice Princess</Emphasis> prepares to sail, the crew discovers that the cook has jumped ship, having borne all he could of their denunciation of his bread-and-marmalade pudding. Worse, he has scorched all the pans and salted the galley floor. Will no crafter answer the crew's call for a new skillet?	117	6	7	1	15	0	1	223	223	0	0	11	268	33	80011	917594	True	0	1	13040	299	48	19	5	3999018	110033	True	0	14
226	222	A Well-rounded Crew	The <Emphasis>Ice Princess</Emphasis> returns, as usual a little worse for the wear and much improved in standing with the banks. As evidenced by a fresh slew of buried arrowheads on the deck, the crew has a need of compact round shields for the journey out.	117	6	7	1	15	0	1	223	223	0	0	11	268	33	80011	917598	True	0	1	18910	259	49	18	5	3999018	110033	True	0	14
227	223	A Firm Hand	Captain H'rhanbolo believes in being hands-on with negotiations, and the ways of the world being what they are, she is occasionally forced to drive a hard bargain─and a harder fist into sizable guts. As a result, her gauntlets are in constant need of replacing.	117	6	7	1	15	0	1	223	223	0	0	11	268	33	80011	917599	True	0	1	18910	374	49	18	5	3999018	110033	True	0	14
228	224	Still Crazy After All These Years	Ul'dahn distilling techniques are something of a novelty still in Wineport, you know. I do believe most vintners would die of embarrassment if they were seen with a pot still! But at least one vintner─excuse me, <Emphasis>vintian</Emphasis> is the preferred term─would like an alembic to study.	114	6	7	1	15	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917600	True	0	1	13040	402	49	19	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
229	225	Night Squawker	The night is dark, and full of chocobos. The dark, torches, and startled birds can be a dangerous mix for all concerned. The Consortium has an open order for custom shields fitted with lanterns, which chocobokeeps may use on their nocturnal sojourns among the more rambunctious of their charges.	114	6	7	1	20	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917547	True	0	1	17120	330	50	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
230	226	Get Me the Hard Stuff	Most agree that the buckler is the most manageable shield for novices, and sales are always brisk. Following a plague of powder-post worms, many households find their wood items fit only for the bonfire. The demand will never be higher for ironclad bucklers, and the rewards are equally high.	114	6	7	1	20	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917548	True	0	1	12960	184	50	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
231	227	246 Kinds of Cheese	The Wood Wailer code allows amply for retreat with honor, and for reasons that are none of your business, a Wailer patrol refrained from engaging the Ixali. Alas, upon returning to the fire, they found the frypan sullied by noisome cheese favored by the beastmen. A replacement is urgently sought.	13	6	7	1	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	11	268	56	80012	917549	True	0	1	14990	192	50	19	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
232	228	No Hand-me-downs	There is no warrior more fierce than he who bars the enemy's way into his own home. Hence, every young woman and man of the hamlets is trained and armed as a freesword by the Wood Wailers. With so many who fled the Calamity swelling the ranks, the Wailers find themselves short on gauntlets.	13	6	7	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	11	268	56	80012	917550	True	0	1	21600	308	51	18	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
233	229	Not Enough Headroom	The quartermaster of the Wood Wailers has been overheard affectionately calling the freeswords “metal-eaters,” so great is the call on the armory by these spirited resident-soldiers of the hamlets. A perusal of the stock finds the Wailers surprisingly low on helms.	13	6	7	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	11	268	56	80012	917551	True	0	1	12960	150	51	26	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
234	230	I Was a Teenage Wailer	Anyone who trains a warrior also nursemaids a child, for that is what young men are. Half of them are covered in boils; the other half have given themselves some hideous wound─and of course, all of them are hungry. All we can do is distill more helichrysum water and wait.	13	6	7	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	11	268	56	80011	917552	True	0	1	14990	294	51	18	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
235	231	Ingot We Trust	The archbishop of Ishgard may call faith “the staunchest metal,” but steel has ever been a welcome commodity in the secretive theocracy. Reports from the north indicate that the Holy See's long dance with the dragons grows fevered again, and steel ingots may soon surpass faith in price, if not in strength.	114	6	7	1	25	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917769	True	0	1	16080	287	52	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
236	232	A Leg to Stand On	The quartermaster of the Wood Wailers is a fount of puns: “greaves save much grieving.” Much truth is said in even the most meager of jests, thus the Wailers equip every freesword with a set of greaves. As always, if the items be fair, let the rewards be equally fair.	13	6	7	1	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	11	268	56	80011	917770	True	0	1	69150	329	52	19	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
237	233	Insistent Sallets	House Fortemps of Ishgard has placed an order for steel sallets through a series of intermediaries. Unfortunately for them, they are no match for the Brugaire Consortium's obstinacy when it comes to their tenet no. 7: always know your principal.	114	6	7	1	25	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917771	True	0	1	21830	271	52	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
238	234	Need for Mead	In the forest, no one can hear you call, “another flagon!” After some spirited debate, the Wood Wailers have ordered an alembic. It is hoped that by making their own mead, they may quench their thirst without incommoding the hamlets and their modest breweries.	13	6	7	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	11	268	56	80012	917772	True	0	1	36390	406	53	18	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
239	235	Hot for Teacher	It seems the cook has been too liberal with dragon peppers of late, for the freeswords rain blows upon their fighting masters with bellicosity best reserved for epic battles. All sergeants shall be issued plate armor for the time being, whilst the cook is persuaded to forgo the searing spice.	13	6	7	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	11	268	56	80012	917773	True	0	1	58010	346	53	18	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
240	236	Get Shirty	The freeswords of the hamlets are as the trees of the forest: no two are too alike, and the great and small, the gross and lissome are so unalike as to beggar words and confound the quartermaster. For brave fighters ill-served by plate armor, a stock of mail shirt is urgently needed.	13	6	7	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	11	268	56	80012	917774	True	0	1	28320	273	53	26	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
241	237	Eyes on a Hard Body	The eyes of Master Gegeruju are as unclouded as the sky in deep winter. Wherever he sees beauty, he delights unreservedly; whenever he delights, he rewards lavishly. A certain Ul'dahn gladiator has brought the master joy, and he has a mind to present the head-turner with a shield most exquisite.	113	6	7	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	11	268	32	80011	917775	True	0	1	52220	467	54	19	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
242	238	Aurochs Star	Once a gladiator adored as the “Bull of Ala Mhigo,” Raubahn Aldynn now serves the sultana as the leader of the Immortal Flames. But it seems blood is brighter when spilt in the arena─the people of Ul'dah pay top gil for shields embossed with the bull, not the flame.	114	6	7	1	30	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917776	True	0	1	67730	520	54	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
243	239	Romper Stomper	When the specter of war looms, the citizenry's tastes in all manner of things shift to the martial. The high street shops in Ul'dah cannot keep up with the demand for the steel-clad version of their dancing boots. War is good for commerce, if hard on ankles.	114	6	7	1	30	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917777	True	0	1	26530	176	249	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
244	240	Skillet Scandal	I can assure you that gluttony is not one of Master Gegeruju's many sins─he has the daintiest portions of the choicest items. Alas, some of those choices leave cookware dishonored and scullions weeping─or do I mean the other way around? Well, do send around a new skillet. I shall see to the help.	113	6	7	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	11	268	32	80011	917778	True	0	1	36240	414	55	18	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
245	241	Kitty Get Your Helm	In all of Costa del Sol, there are none so delightfully full of mock as Master Gegeruju. Espying a sleek tabby weaving its way through the legs of unheeding city guards, the master instantly dubbed her “Hero” and declared that the insouciant feline must have her own steel helm.	113	6	7	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	11	268	32	80011	917779	True	0	1	67730	486	55	18	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
246	242	They've Got Legs	Ruing the unsightly pallor of greave-smothered shins, Master Gegeruju ordered his mercenary guards to go about their duties bare-legged for a month. Alas, unused arms are like sugar, and some pismire took it upon himself to pilfer the greaves. Replacements are urgently sought.	113	6	7	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	11	268	32	80011	917780	True	0	1	49940	313	250	26	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
247	243	Very Slow Array	The new astroscope at the Observatorium was not built in a day─in fact, it is still far from complete. The astrologians fondly call it the Lazy Eye, for it has taken them years to acquire the lens alone. In comparison, this sheet of mythril to guard against stray sparks should prove simple indeed.	122	6	7	1	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	11	268	63	80011	917895	True	0	1	50380	488	56	19	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
248	244	Hollow Hallmarks	Mythril, mythril everywhere, and not a grain to be trusted! Not that I'm naming names, but have you seen what passes for a reputable mythril merchant these days? The assay office has been absolutely worthless. If we strike fast, Brugaire will become the only place for proper mythril.	114	6	7	1	35	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917896	True	0	1	28820	377	56	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
249	245	Get Me the Usual	I have some excellent news: sellswords are flourishing in Ul'dah─Amalj'aa problems, don't you know─and they simply can't get enough of armor. Oh no, not that over-fancy mythril stuff either. It's nice to know that some warriors don't look down their noses at good old-fashioned plate armor.	114	6	7	1	35	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917897	True	0	1	82760	319	251	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
250	246	War Is Tough on the Hands	Of late, there have been rumors of knights young and old─well, young and slightly less young, at any rate─bedbound by an evil affliction. I suspect it is naught more than the result of extremities being poorly protected from the cold, causing the soldiers to grip their weapons much more fiercely than is necessary. A thick pair of gloves should cure what ails.	122	6	7	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	11	268	63	80012	917898	True	0	1	72600	725	57	18	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
251	247	Skillet to the Stars	In their single-minded pursuit of the new astroscope, the astrologians at the Observatorium have quite forgotten their more earthbound needs. It seems they have eaten naught but boiled food all this time, the skillet having been pawned during a particularly lean patch in the fund-raising.	122	6	7	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	11	268	63	80012	917899	True	0	1	50380	384	57	18	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
252	248	I've Got You under My Skin	House Durendaire of Ishgard is an excellent, if unforgiving, customer. As the urchins sing, “Fail them once and lose their trade, cheat them once and you'll be flayed.” You have played the flirt with time before; you now know what is at stake should you be late with these caligae.	122	6	7	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	11	268	63	80012	917900	True	0	1	49830	260	252	26	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
253	249	Liquid Persuasion	Even the Durendaires lost men at the Stone Vigil, and how: steel helms collapsing like silk purses in the dragon fire, the men inside suddenly without mouths to shriek with. The master-at-arms is a man blunt in speech: “If we must die by fire,” he notes, “we shall burn like men─not cook like beasts.”	123	6	7	1	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	11	268	63	80011	917901	True	0	1	102600	714	58	19	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
254	250	Everybody Cut Footloose	The Coliseum management is a valued customer─the artistic director is a personal friend─and they're having some retention problems. You've heard of Ari the Anklebiter? Cuts men off at the ankle, ends their career in one stroke, one might say. Vulgar showboating! The Coliseum is not pleased, oh no.	114	6	7	1	40	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917902	True	0	1	90590	756	58	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
255	251	Distill and Know that I'm Right	Ah, just the person I wanted to see. You have a good deal of experience with alchemists, do you not? Well, good enough, anyway. Almost none? As I said, good enough. We would need you to secure a good number of alembics for us. And I wouldn't go advertising how green I am, hmph!	114	6	7	1	40	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917903	True	0	1	61560	318	253	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
256	252	Metal Fatigue	A long-dead wag once noted that the words of House Durendaire ought to be “Better Is What We Like,” and apparently, what they like at the moment is mythril. Such is their disdain for steel, found wanting against dragon breath, that they spit upon each discard as they take up arms of mythril.	123	6	7	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	11	268	63	80012	917904	True	0	1	79510	682	59	18	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
257	253	Family Secrets	It has long been the custom of a certain house to taste the first new wine of the year out of an heirloom mythril helm. Alas, it was recently discovered to be a plated copy, substituted for the original sometime during the last five score years. The family seeks a replacement barbut─and discretion.	123	6	7	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	11	268	63	80012	917905	True	0	1	102600	769	59	18	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
258	254	Employee Retention	A dragoon of House Durendaire is not so easily replaced, and is said to have finer armor than many an outlander general. 'Tis hard to gainsay the truth of it when the master-at-arms is replacing every steel helm and coif with mythril, after the fiery hellscape of the Stone Vigil.	123	6	7	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	11	268	63	80012	917906	True	0	1	61560	315	254	26	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
259	255	Feasting the Night Away	The quest for knowledge is ever fraught with danger, and the last few months at Silvertear Falls illustrate how great are the risk and the rewards. Now that the expedition is resupplied and the senior naturalist quite recovered, a primal feast cooked in a thick skillet is in order.	124	6	7	1	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	11	268	67	80011	917907	True	0	1	75570	742	60	19	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
260	256	Cobalt Aforethought	I do wish people would think things through. This new encampment of the Yellowjackets─surely they have been building it for a while, hmmm? Plenty of opportunities to order cobalt plates ahead of time, wouldn't you say? Oh, of course they will pay a premium but that is really not the point!	114	6	7	1	45	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917908	True	0	1	75570	484	60	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
261	257	Some Dragoons Have All the Luck	Would you believe it, would you indeed? Entire suits of armor in pure─I can barely bring myself to say it─in pure mythril! Oh, that master-at-arms can talk all he wants of melting points and dragon fire, but he misses the point, I tell you. Such unthinking extravagance will not go unpunished.	114	6	7	1	45	0	1	27	27	0	0	11	268	27	80011	917909	True	0	1	100980	430	255	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
262	258	Parasitic Win	Some of the Sons of Saint Coinach are fond─too fond─of the barefoot state, especially after a day of clambering around in heavy boots and sweat-drenched moccasins. The surgeon has extracted a fireworm from the foot of one naturalist for the third time, and begs that they be appropriately shod.	124	6	7	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	11	268	67	80013	917910	True	0	1	152230	804	61	18	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
263	259	Booty Call	The Allagan site by Silvertear Lake continues to be a trove of knowledge great and small. The dig has reached an aether-rich stratum of crystals as hard as they are sharp. Though the naturalists are loath to surrender their moccasins, we at Saint Coinach's Find must insist on protective footwear.	124	6	7	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	11	268	67	80013	917911	True	0	1	121320	733	61	18	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
264	260	Dealing with the Tough Stuff	Under a crystallized stratum near Silvertear Lake, naturalists from Saint Coinach's Find have discovered wonderfully preserved ruins from the Great Allagan Empire. It is imperative that these structures be reinforced with cobalt before they are exposed to rigorous examination using modern magick.	124	6	7	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	11	268	67	80013	917912	True	0	1	26790	212	256	26	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
265	261	Pork Is a Salty Food	It is cruel irony indeed that seawater gives the sailor neither fresh water for his cup nor plentiful salt for his pork barrel. The casks of water are already in the holds. The Consortium is expecting a large delivery of streak o' lean, and requires ample salt so that the ships may be provisioned.	114	6	12	1	1	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917781	True	0	1	1420	113	142	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
266	262	Trout Fishing in Limsa	The princess has abandoned her kingdom for the river, and the city guard has issued a formal protest at having to rescue so many entranced and dripping citizens. The Consortium has received a lucrative contract to cull the princess trout and is planning to serve them grilled at the feast of the Third Astral Moon.	114	6	12	1	1	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917782	True	0	1	540	112	142	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
267	263	In Hot Water	One of them that was a hand at the Red Rooster Stead has her own spread now, not half a day from Candlekeep Quay. She sent word begging for the recipe for our “famous coddled egg.” Shook me, it did, for I believed it a <Emphasis>boiled</Emphasis> egg all this time. I'll have to learn what this “boiling” business is.	115	6	12	1	1	0	1	200	200	0	0	16	273	31	80011	917783	True	0	1	630	112	142	19	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
268	264	What a Sap	The mild winter's wreaked havoc on our sugarhouse. Less than half the usual harvest of maple syrup, and what we did get tastes like hot metal and must. It may be fit to feed to the pigs, but not to glaze the ham we make from them. There's no way around it: we'll need to buy some this year.	115	6	12	1	1	0	1	200	200	0	0	16	273	31	80011	917784	True	0	1	370	112	143	18	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
269	265	Meat-lover's Special	Thrice we've rebuilt the rock wall at the south end of the beanfield, and as far as I'm concerned, it's the last time. We've dug up every last one of those li'l diggers and are having ourselves a little feast. We need a good cook to grill marmot steaks. No sense letting good food go to waste.	115	6	12	1	1	0	1	200	200	0	0	16	273	31	80011	917785	True	0	1	900	113	143	18	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
270	266	It's Always Sunny in Vylbrand	Ah, just the footloose sort of person I wanted to see. You're familiar with lowland grapes from these parts, are you not? Dusky, dusty, and strong enough to drop a dog. Someone must make raisins while the sun shines, and you seem the likely sort, my dear adventurer!	114	6	12	1	1	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917786	True	0	1	370	112	143	19	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
271	267	Whip It	The Brugaire Consortium's springhouse has suffered a tragic coeurl incursion, decimating much of its dairy stock. A porter has been given the sack for leaving the door unlatched, and coeurls bearing milk mustaches are being sought. Top gil is being offered for a consignment of top-quality cream.	114	6	12	1	5	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917787	True	0	1	1170	139	144	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
272	268	Jack of All Plates	What can be sold once can be sold twice. Spotting an opportunity in the custom of discarding jack–o'–lanterns ere their flesh has withered, the Brugaire Consortium is exporting these pumpkins as pre-cut foodstuffs. They seek a cook to make sample dishes with which to convince prospective customers.	114	6	12	1	5	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917788	True	0	1	6280	224	144	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
273	269	A Real Fungi	The land around the Stead is full of wild mushrooms. None of them are exactly poison, but they put folk out of the way for a few bells, if you get my meaning. Now, we've got someone coming from the bank─you'll not hear the reason why from me─and we need a dish of mushies so toothsome he'll eat it all.	115	6	12	1	5	0	1	200	200	0	0	16	273	31	80011	917789	True	0	1	1810	139	144	19	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
274	270	Putting the Squeeze On	For years, the Red Rooster Stead's had its own supply of La Noscean orange juice. Someone owed us a debt of honor. Dunno exactly, something to do with ham. Anyway, the debt's apparently repaid; we got a single crate with “we're even” scrawled on it. Now we need to find a new supplier, and we'll pay, aye.	115	6	12	1	5	0	1	200	200	0	0	16	273	31	80011	917790	True	0	1	2790	140	145	18	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
275	271	Butter Me Up	One of the hands left a block─a block, mind you, not a brick─of kukuru butter out and didn't pay heed to the weather. Now we've got ourselves a fine-oiled dirt floor and not enough butter to make even a handful of bonbons.	115	6	12	1	5	0	1	200	200	0	0	16	273	31	80011	917791	True	0	1	1980	173	145	18	5	3998970	110030	True	0	14
276	272	Fishy Revelations	Quick, quick! The seventh-in-command of the Maelstrom's Quartermaster Corps is coming to dinner. According to my dossier─I keep one on all my acquaintances, you know─he has a delicate stomach and an intemperate palate. Fish? Fish! Bring us pipira braised with fragrant mushrooms!	114	6	12	1	5	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917792	True	0	1	3140	168	145	19	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
277	273	Keep Your Powder Dry	The bitter rivalry over all things sweet has boiled over into the streets, with a daylight assault on moderate confiseurs by radical chocolatiers. The guild has ordered the miscreants to pay a large fine in kukuru powder, far more than they can supply out of their own stock.	114	6	12	1	10	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917601	True	0	1	3780	173	146	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
278	274	Pretty Enough to Eat	The demand for ornamental carp is not what it was, and the writing is on the wall according to market augurs. The time has come for the carp stock to serve a less festive and more digestive purpose. The Brugaire Consortium is eager to be the first to bring the grilled carp to tables everywhere.	114	6	12	1	10	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917602	True	0	1	3220	140	146	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
279	275	Go Ahead and Dig In	Sailors will drink anything, stevedores will eat anything. Mayhap it's the other way around, but you catch my drift. I've a mind to market farm-caught moles to mess halls. I've tried this before, but made the mistake of roasting them whole. Minced is best; bake me mole loaves.	116	6	12	1	10	0	1	218	218	0	0	16	273	33	80011	917603	True	0	1	9990	173	146	19	5	4169749	110032	True	0	14
280	276	Chew the Fat	Bad weather's coming, and we mean to ride it out in harbor. Nothing passes the time productively like a bit of bird, a bit of mead, and a bit of mostly honest business. Let the culinarians know I'm paying good gil for dodo dishes. A few bites of that, and I'll be sure to get some custom.	116	6	12	1	10	0	1	218	218	0	0	16	273	33	80011	917607	True	0	1	4770	169	147	18	5	4169749	110032	True	0	14
281	277	Fisher of Men	Aleport's not what you call enterprising. They'd sooner cut your throat than forgive a debt, but where's the percentage in that? Now in Limsa, you'd go easy, collect a favor later. You could say I'm a Lominsan by choice. I need salt cod─got an inside track on a deal thanks to one of those favors.	116	6	12	1	10	0	1	218	218	0	0	16	273	33	80011	917608	True	0	1	3220	169	147	18	5	4169749	110032	True	0	14
282	278	The Bango Zango Diet	I've had it suggested to me that the foul temperament of sailors is due to a surfeit of food that grows above ground. With the calming influence of foods nurtured in the dark and loamy ground, perhaps their mad bloodlust can be tamed. Root vegetables, of course, and...worms? Coal? I'll think on it.	114	6	12	1	10	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917609	True	0	1	10480	174	147	19	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
283	279	Omelette's Be Friends	A small complication has arisen around the imminent arrival of a trade delegation from Ul'dah: one of the merchants will touch no meat of any kind. Discreet inquiries tinged with panic have ascertained that he is a connoisseur of egg dishes, and has yet to taste the famous La Noscean omelette.	114	6	12	1	15	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917604	True	0	1	17740	227	148	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
284	280	Shy Is the Oyster	The Brugaire Consortium is in urgent need of a shipment of raw oysters. No questions will be asked or answered. Porters are requested to present themselves at the side door after making their way to the building with extreme nonchalance. Disguises are not required; there is naught to hide.	114	6	12	1	15	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917605	True	0	1	7170	173	148	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
285	281	A Total Nut Job	The <Emphasis>Ice Princess</Emphasis> is as unlucky in pastry cooks as it is lucky in battle and trade. To quell any talk of ill omens, Captain H'rhanbolo has instituted a “no baking” rule on the pain of keelhaul. To ensure an adequate supply of oven-baked goodness, the crew seeks crusty yet moist walnut bread.	117	6	12	1	15	0	1	223	223	0	0	16	273	33	80011	917606	True	0	1	19270	169	148	19	5	3999018	110033	True	0	14
286	282	Sweet Smell of Success	Having turned a disappointingly small profit on a consignment of garlic, the <Emphasis>Ice Princess</Emphasis> is seeking a cargo capable of freshening its hold, soothing the weary crew and replenishing the coffers. The bumper crop of lavender in La Noscea means a chance to buy low and sell high.	117	6	12	1	15	0	1	223	223	0	0	16	273	33	80011	917610	True	0	1	13040	235	149	18	5	3999018	110033	True	0	14
287	283	Rustic Repast	The captain and crew of the <Emphasis>Ice Princess</Emphasis> are some of the hardest working around. As a result, their shore leaves tend to be an affair involving much hearty eating and property damage. An order for chicken sautéed with mushrooms has preceded the ship's arrival, and the rewards are substantial.	117	6	12	1	15	0	1	223	223	0	0	16	273	33	80011	917611	True	0	1	11390	230	149	18	5	3999018	110033	True	0	14
288	284	Flakes for Friends	The cannonwright's second assistant is dropping by for tea, if you must know. I've known him personally for─oh, forever, practically. Six moons or so. Forever! It certainly merits a proper tea cake─apple tart would do nicely. Many a Lominsan friendship has been built on pastry.	114	6	12	1	15	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917612	True	0	1	18330	169	149	19	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
289	285	A Grape Idea	Poor wine can always find new life by banking the fire of its ferment with the juice of fruits. The wine so cooled enjoys great popularity among those indifferent to the noble vine. The purpose may be questionable, but a delivery of grape juice to the Consortium will receive a very favorable response.	114	6	12	1	20	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917571	True	0	1	11880	288	150	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
290	286	Brain Food	The recent popularity of walnut bread is being seized upon as an excellent ploy to distract the citizenry from a wheat shortage. To fan the sparks of enjoyment into a rage, the Consortium is ordering artisanal walnut bread to be resold by the most exclusive purveyors.	114	6	12	1	20	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917572	True	0	1	13190	102	150	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
291	287	Feast of All Soles	One of the millers in the hamlets lost his wife last year, and her absence makes an empty house of his heart. The Wood Wailers will serve the dish she was famous for, salmon meunière, at her one–year remembrance. A militia must protect more than life and livelihood, else what would we fight for?	13	6	12	1	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	16	273	56	80012	917573	True	0	1	18680	232	150	19	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
292	288	For Crumbs' Sake	The honeyguide is a fickle creature. Last year, these birds favored the Wood Wailers; this year, they lead bears to honey-packed hives, leaving the Wailers to husband their stock of honey. A delivery of honey muffins to the sadly deprived forest folk will not go unappreciated.	13	6	12	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	16	273	56	80012	917574	True	0	1	22960	277	151	18	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
293	289	Picnic Panic	A particularly rigorous bout of practice has left the Wailers with stiff hands and sore fingers, hardly fit for patting and pinching of shortcrust pastry. Yet the picnic for the youngest citizens of the hamlets will not wait; a swift delivery of apple tarts is sought.	13	6	12	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	16	273	56	80012	917575	True	0	1	12490	102	151	26	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
294	290	Food Fight	The Wood Wailers may have lost their best cook in a disagreement over dragon peppers. Some hard words were exchanged, not to mention hard ladles, and the upshot is that we all went to bed without supper. A sober discussion over a hearty antelope pie may set the matter to rights.	13	6	12	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	16	273	56	80011	917576	True	0	1	22570	288	151	18	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
295	291	Convalescence Precedes Essence	Seasickness is an inescapable ordeal for all new sailors. The nausea is not inside the afflicted; they feel it out there in the hull, in the lanyard, everywhere around them. Ginger cookies have proven solidly popular as discreet succor for novice seafarers.	114	6	12	1	25	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917793	True	0	1	55060	283	152	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
296	292	Cooking with Gas	The annual war game between the freeswords and the Wood Wailers is nigh. A fortnight of near-deadly seriousness is certain to leave nerves frayed and stomachs a–growl. Stew stations are being set up to ensure that some of the fog of war will be fragrant steam rising from iron pots.	13	6	12	1	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	16	273	56	80011	917794	True	0	1	20010	283	152	19	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
297	293	Fever Pitch	There are reports of ague in the west, and the fevered masses crave relief. The best remedy money can buy is Gridanian chamomile decocted in spring water over the smokeless flames of bayberry wax; the Consortium seeks the same from enterprising artisans.	114	6	12	1	25	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917795	True	0	1	12990	84	152	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
298	294	Whirled Peas	The forest yields warm game and cool plants. While time will make cold meats out of spit-roasted venison, dishes of piping hot edible greens are a rare treat for the Wood Wailers. Tureens of pea soup would be just the thing to keep the body healthy and spirits high.	13	6	12	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	16	273	56	80012	917796	True	0	1	31800	288	153	18	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
299	295	Love's Crumpets Lost	The annual Appreciation Tea for the womenfolk of the hamlets is upon us, but the kitchen has suffered a baker's block. It seems there was once tender passage betwixt one of the guests and a Wailer cook, and the memory of all the “honey this” and “crumpet that” quite stops her usually adept hands.	13	6	12	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	16	273	56	80012	917797	True	0	1	53430	169	153	18	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
300	296	I Love Lamprey	Tidy in the satchel and hearty in the belly, meat pies are the perfect ration for deep forest patrols. However, squirrels have been too long on the menu, and the rank and file grow restless at the monotony. Eel pies are certain to send them scampering into the green, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.	13	6	12	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	16	273	56	80012	917798	True	0	1	20060	112	153	26	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
301	297	Pretty as a Picture	The likeness of Master Gegeruju in the attic is looking a touch bloated of late. Though the master himself is as youthful and angelic as ever, one must be ever vigilant. A course of well-aged balsamic vinegar should curb his appetites and bring his humours into balance.	113	6	12	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	16	273	32	80011	917799	True	0	1	36240	347	154	19	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
302	298	Bloody Good Tart, This	The result of many years of patient breeding, blood currants are off to an excellent start; many a ham, boned and boneless, has bathed in their sanguine juices. To raise the curtain on the second act for this remarkable fruit, the Consortium is commissioning tarts for the high market day.	114	6	12	1	30	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917800	True	0	1	72430	294	154	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
303	299	True Grits	A pot of grits was left unstirred when a kitchen menial fainted from an excess of hunger. The lumpy result was served to unsuspecting northerners as hasty pudding, but the inn is now out of corn grits for breakfast. Top gil is being offered for bowls upon bowls of silky-smooth grits.	114	6	12	1	30	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917801	True	0	1	17230	69	289	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
304	300	Gegeruju Gets Down	A true gourmand knows no boundaries, supping on high and low alike. Master Gegeruju has drawn admiring gasps and scandalized titters by declaring that he means to partake of humble cornbread. Alas, this is one gustatory journey that the kitchen staff dare not accompany him on.	113	6	12	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	16	273	32	80011	917802	True	0	1	57390	338	155	18	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
305	301	Point Them with the Sticky End	Some say Master Gegeruju's genius for commerce flows from a mind untroubled by thought. If only they could see the bonny ideas that swim in that secret spring! This month, the master has ordered a ban on cutlery. A large order of tuna miq'abobs is sought by the biddable yet pragmatic household.	113	6	12	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	16	273	32	80011	917803	True	0	1	52220	534	155	18	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
306	302	Sole Survivor	Having emerged from a bout of solitary reflection, the master is eager for society. Commodious as his kitchen is, it is no match for the ambit of the guest list and the ambition of the menu. The household wishes to arrange for top culinarians to provide baked soles for the fête.	113	6	12	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	16	273	32	80011	917804	True	0	1	20330	114	290	26	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
307	303	No More Dumpster Diving	The remoteness of the First Dicasterial Observatorium of Aetherial and Astrological Phenomena and the natural frugality of the astrologians conspire to stock the larders with stale castoffs from Ishgardian dragoons. This shall not stand! I will see them supplied with freshly baked knights' bread even if my share of the rewards be smaller for it.	122	6	12	1	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	16	273	63	80011	917913	True	0	1	68670	398	156	19	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
308	304	Don't Turn Up Your Nose	You do have a knack of turning up when you're wanted. You shall be my nose in this current endeavor and procure an appalling order of sauerkraut. As an expert nose─no man is better versed in vine and vintage, I assure you─I cannot abide the smell of common things.	114	6	12	1	35	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917914	True	0	1	57570	532	156	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
309	305	Feeding Frenzy	I get on quite well with the Qiqirn, quite well. Dear little rascals, for the most part. Have you seen them take receipt of the comestibles they ordered? Delightful, the way they go on as though it were their nameday. I look forward to personally delivering these tidbits to our scampering customers.	114	6	12	1	35	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917915	True	0	1	30230	91	291	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
310	306	Winter of Our Discontent	A poet once said a winter river makes urchins of us all, gazing through a frosted pane at what we cannot have. I find myself thinking strange thoughts and I know not why... You can perhaps procure a stock of carp and mugwort. Beer-steamed carp being a thing of the past, mugwort will have to do.	122	6	12	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	16	273	63	80012	917916	True	0	1	36000	431	157	18	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
311	307	Rise and Dine	The food at the Observatorium is much improved, and the astrologians grow positively pink-cheeked. It gives me joy to see them prosper, so pure is their life's pursuit and so harmonious their days. I would like to present them with a triumphant cheese soufflé to thank them for their custom.	122	6	12	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	16	273	63	80012	917917	True	0	1	79780	250	157	18	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
312	308	Leek Soup for the Soul	The dragoons of House Durendaire are on maneuvers, and the deaths already begin to mount. Many are too fatigued to take much nourishment at the end of the day, and so succumb to cold, a fall, a thrust they may otherwise have parried. Steaming bowls of cawl cennin may make all the difference.	122	6	12	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	16	273	63	80012	917918	True	0	1	41990	156	292	26	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
313	309	Moving Up in the World	With the fall of the Stone Vigil, the Whitebrim outpost finds its import much enhanced. It is the softer duties that are the hardest to adapt to─most of all visits by dignitaries, who must have their linen and crystal, fresh pears and delicate cheeses.	123	6	12	1	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	16	273	63	80011	917919	True	0	1	56430	481	158	19	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
314	310	The Perks of Life at Sea	I've toyed with the idea that sailors are the original necessary evil. Commerce needs ships and ships need sailors─gaudy wildlings known to hang their captains from the yardarm because they like not their salt pork supper. This jerked beef is tantamount to bribery, rank bribery, by the shipowner. Hmph!	114	6	12	1	40	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917920	True	0	1	69350	460	158	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
315	311	Made by Apple in Coerthas	Ah, just the adventurer I wanted to see. You've partaken of the earthly delights of Coerthas, I presume. No, no, my droll lamprey! I mean the mirror apple─bold as love and small as pleasure. A vat of its juice would be worth a sultana's ransom to Ul'dahn vintners.	114	6	12	1	40	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917921	True	0	1	47700	266	293	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
316	312	Rolanberry Fields Forever	There is a child's fable in Sharlayan about a place where rolanberries grow all year round, an orchard field where three bridges meet. While not the elixir of life that they are in the story, stewed rolanberries on soft cheese are much favored as nourishment in the sanitorium.	123	6	12	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	16	273	63	80012	917922	True	0	1	56430	481	159	18	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
317	313	Good Eats in Ishgard	House Durendaire has seen the survival rate for its winter training improve after substituting leek and popoto soup for salt-cured beef braids. Intrigued by the effects of more appealing rations, they are experimenting with dumplings of salt cod, crisp without and tender within.	123	6	12	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	16	273	63	80012	917923	True	0	1	96130	559	159	18	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
318	314	Pagan Pastries	While the Holy See frowns on rites from the early days of Ishgard, it must turn a blind eye to the Feast of Saint Daniffen or risk widespread discontent. On this day, the placid sunfish reigns over the most warlike of states─they say even Count Edmont consumes piles of the apple-filled pastries.	123	6	12	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	16	273	63	80012	917924	True	0	1	44930	177	294	26	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
319	315	Culture Club	The Sons of Saint Coinach draw toilers from all walks, races, and clans, and we must appreciate each other's heritage if we are to continue our patron's good works. We have planned a feast in the Ishgardian style, for that stern realm's Day of Atonement. All we lack is the traditional Pie of Humility.	124	6	12	1	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	16	273	67	80011	917925	True	0	1	106480	530	160	19	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
320	316	The Egg Files	The Brugaire Consortium is having a little friendly parley with Memeroon's Trading Post─a trifling matter of antiquities theft on an unprecedented scale. I thought a nice dish of deviled apkallu eggs might coax some well-timed shut-eye from our snouty friends.	114	6	12	1	45	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917926	True	0	1	113900	559	160	18	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
321	317	Bread in the Clouds	You know what eggs do to the Qiqirn─or must I refresh your memory? I've seen them grow sleepy as dormice and docile as a turnspit after a plate of apkallu eggs. Imagine what a regular nibble of La Noscean toast will do to Jijiroon's delegation during this negotiation.	114	6	12	1	45	0	1	27	27	0	0	16	273	27	80011	917927	True	0	1	75760	128	295	26	5	4143334	110034	True	0	14
322	318	Comfort Me with Mushrooms	I am sometimes heartsick for the quiet streets of Sharlayan in that hour after dawn. I can still see windows lit by lamps hot with midnight oil, the steam billowing out of bakeries and noodle yards─forgive me, I grow old. I grow old, and shall eat a child's dish of mushrooms cold.	124	6	12	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	16	273	67	80013	917928	True	0	1	126270	540	161	18	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
323	319	Drinking to Your Health	Neither the search for knowledge nor service to the poor is known for its tonic effects upon the mortal coil, and those who work at Saint Coinach's Find bear a double burden. Such is the case with our naturalists toiling by Silvertear Lake, and surely they deserve a nice cuppa or two.	124	6	12	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	16	273	67	80013	917929	True	0	1	90400	251	161	18	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
324	320	Red Letter Day	The senior naturalist at Saint Coinach's Find is celebrating his nameday. We rejoice in his recovery from a mauling by a ghast, an ensuing claw phobia, a crystal-gashed foot, and a bout of dumb chill. It is the Find's wish to send his favorite─rolanberry lassi─to mark the happy day.	124	6	12	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	16	273	67	80013	917930	True	0	1	54240	215	296	26	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
325	321	Mercury Rising	An outbreak of lice has even the well-heeled on the run for physick, and quicksilver is flying off the shelves. Alarmed by the specter of shortage, mining concerns have begun stockpiling. Only an increased supply will ward off panic. We seek an alchemist for swift quicksilver extraction.	118	6	11	3	1	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917805	True	0	1	800	113	122	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
326	322	One for the Books	Too many arcanists who attain the grimoire prove too green to keep it; once impelled to the astral plane, many of the tomes prove to be in no hurry to return to their neophyte owners. As a friend to arcanists at all stages of their craft, it behooves us to maintain a good backstock.	118	6	11	3	1	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917806	True	0	1	2040	114	122	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
327	323	Root Rush	You heard about the rush on plant food, friend? Some overfed fellow out in Drybone says it put the hair back on his head, and now nobody's got a crate to spare. Botanists or bald-pates, it's all the same gil to me. To you too, I'll wager, especially if you're feeling a little chilly up top.	119	6	11	3	1	0	1	263	263	0	0	15	272	42	80013	917807	True	0	1	1330	114	122	19	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
328	324	Met a Sticky End	A word in private, my friend. We've been caught flat-footed by an order of animal glue from Naldiq & Vymelli's. It so happens our entire stock is spoiling under the sun somewhere─the whole business had a smell to it, but no matter. Let a discreet alchemist know we're buying quick, paying even quicker.	119	6	11	3	1	0	1	263	263	0	0	15	272	42	80013	917808	True	0	1	1330	115	123	18	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
329	325	Days of Chunder	You know what keeps me awake, friend? Water. So much of it's no good to drink now. I tell you, it'll be the death of the salesmen. We can't have caravans stopped by bad water, can't have the ague, the sores, the copious vomiting─especially not the vomiting. Antidote we must have, and quickly.	119	6	11	3	1	0	1	263	263	0	0	15	272	42	80013	917809	True	0	1	800	112	123	18	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
330	326	The Bleat Is On	It ill becomes a trader to regard his customers as mindless followers, yet I must admit that the recent spate of stockpiling is one baa short of a herd panic. This urge towards safety must be channeled to less fearful paths─some rudimentary spellcasting may be the way of it.	118	6	11	3	1	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917810	True	0	1	980	112	123	19	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
331	327	On the Drip	Invention begets necessity, and the popularity of eye drops in Thanalan is as good an illustration as any. What was once mocked as “ampoule of pule” is now as common as salt, and we must ensure a steady supply. Might we suggest you make haste?	118	6	11	3	5	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917811	True	0	1	2490	139	124	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
332	328	Distill, My Heart	Since the Calamity, orders I would respectfully call “hare-brained nonsense” have been rather more prominent on the ledger. Take this newest sack of wet mice─water distilled in an alembic for “reasons of health and virility.” There's certainly no accounting for taste.	118	6	11	3	5	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917812	True	0	1	1420	169	124	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
333	329	A Jawbreaking Weapon of Staggering Weight	Gods love those adventurers who must have something different, whether it be three shades of white wax or gloves for their feet and hose for their arms─where would business be without these youngsters? We mean to create a new class of conjurers' arms, something garishly nostalgic perhaps.	119	6	11	3	5	0	1	263	263	0	0	15	272	42	80013	917813	True	0	1	5220	293	124	19	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
334	330	Gotta Bounce	Friend, have you noticed all the recent trade in what you might call a bruising sort of stuff─steel, hardwood, and the like? Being on the road as much as we are, we know that these make dangerous cargo. All that bushing rubber you wanted to have made, we'll give you a good price for the lot.	119	6	11	3	5	0	1	263	263	0	0	15	272	42	80013	917814	True	0	1	1420	140	125	18	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
335	331	Don't Be So Tallow	Friend, you know we wouldn't usually trouble an alchemist for something like this, but this custom's from the Order of Nald'thal. No, nothing like that. It's simple beeswax they need, but they're very set on purity. It's got to be all beeswax, and none of our business why.	119	6	11	3	5	0	1	263	263	0	0	15	272	42	80013	917815	True	0	1	3600	170	125	18	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
336	332	The Hexster Runoff	The Twelve love these first-year adventurers! You would think that the picatrix was their very own personal discovery. They tap their artfully stained fingernails and would lecture us for not having the venerable volume in stock─while a dozen of their fellows pick the shelf clean every day.	118	6	11	3	5	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917816	True	0	1	6280	169	125	19	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
337	333	Wand-full Tonight	The Ul'dahn trade in conjurers' arms is growing too brisk for us to look the other way. I daresay there'll be some unpleasantness from the riffraff about it, but they'll simply have to learn to share the business. Might we count on you to produce wands suitable for our needs?	118	6	11	3	10	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917637	True	0	1	9990	191	126	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
338	334	Morning Glass of Ether	Another order of ether from the Thaumaturges' Guild, paid in advance per my request. Unusual? You see, I found the guild to be, shall we say, far less urgent in paying than ordering. I suppose that once their magicks wax full with the ether, they forget the fear of the moonless night.	118	6	11	3	10	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917638	True	0	1	8930	169	126	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
339	335	Using Your Arcane Powers for Fun and Profit	They're waiting on grimoires over at Mealvaan's Gate. Now, which volume was it... Let me check the order, ah, ash picatrix. Sensitivity training, I'll wager. An arcanist who loses the fine touch won't be much good at the Gate, and I've heard some complaints, yes siree.	120	6	11	3	10	0	1	271	271	0	0	15	272	42	80013	917639	True	0	1	12030	230	126	19	5	2540087	110036	True	0	14
340	336	One for the Road	We may not have the fine aprons and cordovan-bound ledgers, but no cargador ever lost by coming to work for us, no siree. We supply every one of our people with a potion, for even a child knows that when a tree falls and there's a caravan on the wrong side, some bloodletting's sure to follow.	120	6	11	3	10	0	1	271	271	0	0	15	272	42	80013	917640	True	0	1	7880	168	127	18	5	2540087	110036	True	0	14
341	337	You Grow, Girl	We've begun dealings with a La Noscean farm, the Red Rooster Stead. They're offering us good prices too─my gran always said it pays to listen to people's stories. Seems they've had some trouble making their own alchemical growth formula and they're looking to buy. A single unit ought to do.	120	6	11	3	10	0	1	271	271	0	0	15	272	42	80013	917641	True	0	1	8930	284	127	18	5	2540087	110036	True	0	14
342	338	Unbreak My Heart	Walk softly, for the buyer of cloths is not well. Her heart has been broken by a lover most faithless, and will beat only in fits and starts. Remembering that home is where the heart is, the desolate damsel now seeks to mend the roof tiles that shelter her fragile bosom from the elements. Might I suggest a degree of haste? Her discernment for weave is not to be equaled.	118	6	11	3	10	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917642	True	0	1	6880	175	127	19	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
343	339	Shut Up and Take My Gil	Distasteful as it is to take advantage of passing fads, it can hardly be avoided entirely. I am simply besieged with inquiries about magical arms. “My shop fills with adventurers, my shelves empty of crooks and staves,” is what my old friend tells me. Retail's wish is our command.	118	6	11	3	15	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917643	True	0	1	11040	230	128	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
344	340	Book and a Hard Place	As a long-standing purveyor of highly dangerous books, my heart breaks to see grimoires begrimed and battered. The broken spines and tea stains I have seen! I hope to offer tomes bound in water-hardened leather with fine engravings, if the terms prove agreeable to my artisan colleagues.	118	6	11	3	15	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917644	True	0	1	22790	468	128	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
345	341	Kiss of Life	They say that it always rains at night in the lichyard of the Church of Saint Adama Landama, so swollen is the air with tears greedily suckled from careworn cheeks by day. It is one of the duties of the church to tend to those overcome by grief and heat, with a dose of potion of vitality.	121	6	11	3	15	0	1	300	300	0	0	15	272	44	80013	917645	True	0	1	14920	172	128	19	5	2540238	110037	True	0	14
346	342	There's Something about Bury	A Highlander on her way to the Church of Saint Adama Landama has commissioned a grimoire bound in specially tooled leather, to accompany a friend on what she calls “the very last journey he will take.” Since it is not entirely clear whether this is euphemism or pessimism, best to assume nothing.	121	6	11	3	15	0	1	300	300	0	0	15	272	44	80013	917646	True	0	1	22790	234	129	18	5	2540238	110037	True	0	14
347	343	Sanity Points	They say that there are holes in the middle of things, as many as there are reasons that bring the living to the lichyard of Saint Adama Landama bearing their dead. It is one of the duties of the church to close grief-blasted eyes with potion of mind. Look away, lest you see the void.	121	6	11	3	15	0	1	300	300	0	0	15	272	44	80013	917647	True	0	1	16920	170	129	18	5	2540238	110037	True	0	14
348	344	Devil Take the Foremost	Ah, the Coliseum management. They have taken the recent odium over alchemical enhancements to their black hearts and propose to let combatants alter their chemistry unhindered. Pray to the Twelve these alchemical potations will not further addle those long befuddled by dreams of glory.	118	6	11	3	15	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917648	True	0	1	16920	174	129	19	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
349	345	Everything Is Impossible	You've heard of “The Egret,” I presume. It seems that as a magical treatise, it's proven to be other than the usual nuisance─it's a bona fide debacle shaping up into a fine minor disaster. The printer is now bound by the magistrate to replace every wand damaged, and Ashgana's has the honor.	118	6	11	3	20	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917565	True	0	1	21600	344	130	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
350	346	Don't Forget to Take Your Meds	Final examinations are coming up at Frondale's Phrontistery. One can hardly sleep for all the shrieking, and the streets below the dormitories fill with a miasma of fretful sighs heavy with onions and wakefulness. At this juncture, the potion of intelligence would be a public service.	118	6	11	3	20	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917566	True	0	1	11560	101	130	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
351	347	The Writing Is Not on the Wall	Soot and wine make a fine dark ink─as easily read by foes as by friends. Those in the trade speak of many kinds of vanishing ink─discerning ink, timorous ink, mistrustful ink, ink most misanthropic. Alchemists well versed in all these and more are sought.	13	6	11	3	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	15	272	56	80013	917567	True	0	1	17120	485	130	19	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
352	348	Dripping with Venom	Poison dishonors only when wielded by a warrior whose skill has long outstripped the need for such petty safeguards. The first duty of a novice is to live to fight another day, and we intend to take any measures necessary to bring this about.	13	6	11	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	15	272	56	80012	917568	True	0	1	21600	281	131	18	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
353	349	Blind Man's Bluff	Too much time spent in the Twelveswood can lead to “green fatigue,” where a warrior cannot see the trees for the forest─or see a band of Ixal with drawn swords, for that matter. Once cured, none suffer from the affliction again, but the cure demands a potent physick.	13	6	11	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	15	272	56	80012	917569	True	0	1	7710	101	131	26	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
354	350	Hush Little Wailer	The ranks of Wailers swell, each with dust of a different land on her boots and the lilt of a different song in her voice. If they are to become comrades-in-arms, they must learn a new tongue: silence. No recruit emerges from the seven nights' ordeal unchanged, such is the power of the potion.	13	6	11	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	15	272	56	80012	917570	True	0	1	21600	230	131	18	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
355	351	Automata for the People	The automata maker Jhabir's would like to try crab oil for its ambitious commission: getting an aurochs down a staircase. It hardly bears mentioning that the oil must be at its most purified. The services of a fine alchemist are not always so easily secured, but I have ever found you resourceful.	118	6	11	3	25	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917817	True	0	1	25250	326	132	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
356	352	Glazed and Confused	Charged with keeping the peace of the Twelveswood for the commonfolk of Gridania, the Wood Wailers must themselves be the model of law and order. The militia seeks a good-sized pane of colorless glass for a tailor's window, a victim of a recent poleaxe mishap.	13	6	11	3	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	15	272	56	80013	917818	True	0	1	21650	229	132	19	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
357	353	Sophomore Slump	Arcanists trained in Limsa have been turning up in Ul'dah in surprising numbers─well, surprising to others but not to us, if I may say so. No longer a novice but not yet an adept─where else would they go but to the city of gold and blood? We shall need a goodly stock of standard grimoires.	118	6	11	3	25	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917819	True	0	1	26160	203	132	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
358	354	Conspicuous Conjuration	The woods have depth that the uninitiated cannot plumb. Even the most cunning Wailer would be ill-advised to venture forth without a show of mantic force, for there are ancient eyes that see insult in empty hands. Wands of conspicuous size, but well away from the verge of vulgarity, are sought.	13	6	11	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	15	272	56	80012	917820	True	0	1	36390	379	133	18	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
359	355	You Put Your Left Hand In	A passing arcanist called one of the sergeants a drunken fool, and what does the man do but challenge her to a duel? Alas, it seems the charge was less an insult and more the bald truth, for the sot now admits that he scarce remembers how to hold a grimoire.	13	6	11	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	15	272	56	80012	917821	True	0	1	43600	715	133	18	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
360	356	The Wailers' First Law of Potion	It is a poor militia whose armory is better stocked than its infirmary, for wounds are easily given and hardly healed. When even the babbling of the brook prophesies war, a stockpile of hi–potions is no precaution but a necessity─and necessity is the mother of fair compensation.	13	6	11	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	15	272	56	80012	917822	True	0	1	17310	126	133	26	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
361	357	Just Give Him a Serum	Like all of Master Gegeruju's purchases, the men that guard Costa del Sol are the finest of their kind. It is perhaps no surprise that such men have certain─eccentricities. Take this formulation, make your delivery, and thank the gods that they are on our side.	113	6	11	3	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	15	272	32	80013	917823	True	0	1	41410	372	134	19	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
362	358	Riches' Brew	I need hardly tell you that alchemy remains a major industry for Ul'dah; potions are now one of our top exports. The exact economics may be beyond your capacity to understand─I intend no offense─but suffice to say that the dragon wars in Ishgard have been very...good to us.	118	6	11	3	30	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917824	True	0	1	41410	296	134	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
363	359	Stuck in the Moment	We've received yet another large order for horn glue from Naldiq & Vymelli's. What on earth do they do with it all? One would think them a guild of scrapbookers, not blacksmiths and armorers. I beg your pardon, I'm not often given to idle speculation but I do indulge sporadically.	118	6	11	3	30	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917825	True	0	1	21740	175	281	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
364	360	The Write Stuff	No gentleman of Master Gegeruju's stature─and he is a giant as measured by the golden ruler, I'll have you know─can be expected to use aught but shell-ink and heartsblood to make his mark. However, the rest of the household would be well satisfied with ink of no particular provenance.	113	6	11	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	15	272	32	80011	917826	True	0	1	41410	440	135	18	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
365	361	Eye of the Beholder	A fortnight of poring over illuminated manuscripts has left Master Gegeruju with eye strain. The oculist prescribed rest. Pah! What fool does not know that a unique tapestry of glowworm silk is about to be unveiled in Costa del Sol? We must restore the master's acuity with alacrity.	113	6	11	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	15	272	32	80011	917827	True	0	1	41410	230	135	18	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
366	362	Growing Is Knowing	I chanced upon Master Gegeruju tugging at a black tulip in a bid to make it grow faster. Ah, his antics are a balm to a mind scraped raw by the dull blade of routine! However, the plant having been secured at the cost of several men's lives, we must coax its growth by less...mechanical means.	113	6	11	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	15	272	32	80011	917828	True	0	1	27950	69	282	26	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
367	363	Alive and Unwell	The special inquisitors' office of the Holy See of Ishgard writes that they are in need of single-spell wands “to preserve life in the heretics until such a time as their ultimate fate can be determined by the laws of gods and men.” I am bound to honor our contract. All the documents are in order.	122	6	11	3	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	15	272	63	80013	917931	True	0	1	64750	462	136	19	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
368	364	The House Always Wins	Have you heard of the Platinum Mirage? Quite the destination for gamblers with a taste for the unusual; one might say the establishment has nothing but back rooms. If this order for a blinding potion is any indication, the stakes grow even higher for their little games.	118	6	11	3	35	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917932	True	0	1	72600	192	136	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
369	365	Always Have an Exit Plan	It is an odd fact that would-be poisoners will always claim a plague of vermin or wasps in their documents. This latest order for a large quantity of venom simply states, “just in case.” Clearly, a customer of clear conscience and foresight.	118	6	11	3	35	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917933	True	0	1	43560	119	283	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
370	366	Open Your Grimoire to Page 42	Some good news from the Observatorium─the Holy See is sending apprentice astrologians to ease the burden on the worthies. The prospect of pupils to teach and roles to model has the astrologians in a twitter, and they are frantically gathering teaching materials.	122	6	11	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	15	272	63	80012	917934	True	0	1	72600	972	137	18	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
371	367	The Sting of Conscience	An Ishgardian of my acquaintance seeks a potent sleep potion. He served in the special inquisitors' office and is much changed─but still the man I am proud to call a friend. Surely, such a man cannot do evil. Surely his nature must lend some justice to whatever he does, or does not do.	122	6	11	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	15	272	63	80012	917935	True	0	1	64750	292	137	18	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
372	368	Going Nowhere Fast	The special inquisitors' office of the Holy See of Ishgard bids me supply it with large amounts of a potent paralysis potion “to thwart unbelievers from self-harm during a just and lawful interrogation.” This is no doubt a part of the change for the better, and a cause for much relief.	122	6	11	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	15	272	63	80012	917936	True	0	1	38850	136	284	26	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
373	369	A Patch-up Place	When the Stone Vigil fell, Ishgard lost a fine infirmary along with several physicians, a loss for which the company commander would have been flayed alive had he any skin left to give. The Holy See is establishing a proper infirmary in the Whitebrim outpost, and stocking it as fast as it can.	123	6	11	3	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	15	272	63	80013	917937	True	0	1	63810	475	138	19	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
374	370	A Bile Business	How refreshing! The year of the Calamity has proven to be exceptional for something other than death and destruction. The five-year grand mead has been uncasked to ecstatic acclaim, and livers throughout the realm cry uncle. Never fear, the fish shall soothe what the bee has stung.	118	6	11	3	40	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917938	True	0	1	40730	484	138	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
375	371	Your Courtesy Wake-up Call	This one is a mission of mercy─though you'll be amply compensated, naturally. The dragon wars roil Coerthas and even now, innocent travelers lie insensate where they fell, struck down by stray stunning spells. Adventurers, stand ready to deliver the smelling salts and guide these folk to safety.	118	6	11	3	40	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917939	True	0	1	38290	160	285	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
376	372	No Accounting for Waste	Halone may be all knowing, but Her servants seem to need a great deal of paperwork. They are forever calling for more ink, and who can gainsay the need? Most knights of Ishgard go to their reward ere the ink is dry on their pledge─and then more must be spilled to record the death.	123	6	11	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	15	272	63	80012	917940	True	0	1	63810	637	139	18	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
377	373	Arcane Arts for Dummies	House Durendaire believes that it has relied overmuch on thaumaturgy at the expense of the arcane arts, and would remedy that error as soon as it can. Patience is in short supply there at the moment, and they seek a grimoire that distills the essence of the arcanists' arsenal against dragons.	123	6	11	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	15	272	63	80012	917941	True	0	1	94280	486	139	18	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
378	374	A Real Smooth Move	Coerthas is losing its bucolic way in a fever of profiteering from the Calamity and the dragon wars. All the wool grease from this year's shearing has already been sold to an Ul'dahn trader. The High Houses of Ishgard are forced to look elsewhere for lanolin with which to anoint their steel.	123	6	11	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	15	272	63	80012	917942	True	0	1	20000	214	286	26	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
379	375	Sleepless in Silvertear	The naturalists at Silvertear Falls are much troubled of late. The fabric of the night grows tattered from the caustic touch of ancient aether unearthed by the dig, and soon, sanity may be but a memory for them all. A potent sleep potion they must have, and soon.	124	6	11	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	15	272	67	80013	917943	True	0	1	95350	534	140	19	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
380	376	Quit Your Jib-jab	We are running low on gold needles, and there is certain to be renewed demand once news travels of their possible efficacy against petrification. Some maintain that these folk were not petrified, simply lugubrious─and a well-placed jab with any old needle was enough to get them moving.	118	6	11	3	45	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917944	True	0	1	106480	499	140	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
381	377	A Matter of Vital Importance	Ah, another cockeyed order for your purse's pleasure: potion of vitality to “awake the inner beastman.” Charming. You know, I've oft wondered if most men wouldn't be better served by a potion of unmanning. My own life may be called an abject lesson in the perils of licentiousness.	118	6	11	3	45	0	1	51	51	0	0	15	272	51	80013	917945	True	0	1	57210	150	287	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
382	378	Shut Up Already	They may hail from the City of Knowing, but some Sons of Saint Coinach seem intent on turning the dig into the City of Talking Endlessly. A measure of peace we must have if we are to pierce the veil of mystery over the Third Astral Era and not, say, an overactive windpipe or two.	124	6	11	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	15	272	67	80013	917946	True	0	1	95350	557	141	18	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
383	379	Make Up Your Mind or Else	Doubts are never far from a questing mind, and in the heady mix of age, aether, and Allagan magicks, they have grown manifest─the hippocerf, the bewildered beast of wishing and washing, hither and thither, runs amok in the camp. If indecision cannot be banished, it must be killed.	124	6	11	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	15	272	67	80013	917947	True	0	1	106480	484	141	18	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
384	380	Not Taking No for an Answer	Knowledge has its price, and those presiding over the Allagan dig by Silvertear Lake know this well. Upon opening a thrice-sealed door and ringing a bell embedded in a block of beeswax, the entire expedition felt a great enfeeblement in their limbs. A remedy is needed so they may continue their discoveries.	124	6	11	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	15	272	67	80013	917948	True	0	1	51270	172	288	26	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
385	381	The Unmentionables	The Calamity has swollen the ranks of what many less enlightened members of my own class would call the great unwashed. But the pong of the poor shames the city that plays the miser with its soap and linen, not the poor themselves. For our part, we seek affordable yet durable undergarments as wares.	118	6	10	3	1	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917829	True	0	1	1690	112	82	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
386	382	Trew Enough	We urgently seek delivery of durable hempen trews for workers newly arrived in the city. With work, these displaced men, women and children may establish themselves and provide for others, but who would hire a man without pants? I believe trews are the key to the future, if I may be so bold.	118	6	10	3	1	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917830	True	0	1	2220	114	82	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
387	383	Not Cool Enough	Got some northerners working the caravan route, friend. Hard people, hard workers, but the weather's been a right harder mistress. They wear their northern wool and leather, and boil. They shed 'em, and burn. You see how it is. They need something fit for our climes, or they'll be dead betimes.	119	6	10	3	1	0	1	263	263	0	0	14	271	42	80013	917831	True	0	1	1690	113	82	19	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
388	384	Hire in the Blood	More gloves for our haulers─the last lot's near gone and they can't work without 'em. Why? No one likes blood, friend. See, some might not object to it much and others may like spilling it, but there's nobody likes the stuff itself. Portage mauls the hands, and we can't have red on the cargo.	119	6	10	3	1	0	1	263	263	0	0	14	271	42	80013	917832	True	0	1	1160	112	83	18	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
389	385	Burn Me Up	So many new arrivals in Thanalan, we're running out of even stock items like cowls. This one's somewhat urgent, friend. The sun's no joke in the desert, and these underclad Gridanians and Lominsans, they sure aren't laughing. I was a stranger here myself not too long ago, I know all about it.	119	6	10	3	1	0	1	263	263	0	0	14	271	42	80013	917833	True	0	1	2740	115	83	18	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
390	386	Long Hair, Long Life	The late unlamented Master Ashgana was fond of saying, “Uncertain times make old women of us all.” It appears he was correct in this one respect, for I hear droves of folk now eschew the barber's shears in some rank superstition. These tresses must be covered, ere we face a plague of lice.	118	6	10	3	1	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917834	True	0	1	1690	113	83	19	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
391	387	The Adventurer's New Coat	With the Grand Companies reinstated, demand has soared for garments that were barely sellable before. Take tabards─quite popular now for all the officers of arms wear them. Certainly, the emblazoned coats and swaggering airs have filled with envy every Rohm, Wik and Bari of the city.	118	6	10	3	5	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917835	True	0	1	6030	140	84	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
392	388	A Taste for Dalmaticae	With its geometric yet ample lines, the dalmatica is the only garment we may rely on to appeal to women and men, the ecclesiastic and the fantastic. I suspect that the reaction against pomp and pageantry is about to set in. If my terms are agreeable, bring a shipment of plain hempen dalmaticae.	118	6	10	3	5	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917836	True	0	1	6030	140	84	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
393	389	Just for Kecks	A shaft cave-in at Copperbell Mines─bad business, that, though it could have been worse. Amajina & Sons are concerned they'll have a worker revolt on their hands over the incident, so they're taking steps to better the miners' kits, kecks and all.	119	6	10	3	5	0	1	263	263	0	0	14	271	42	80013	917837	True	0	1	8460	169	84	19	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
394	390	Wiggle Room	The caravan is a <Emphasis>potential</Emphasis> space, friend. There's always room if the product's good, there's always a way if a thing's got to happen. That's why so many of us in the Seventy-Seven Caravans come from quartermastering. We're sending shepherd's tunics to Limsa, and you'd better believe there's room.	119	6	10	3	5	0	1	263	263	0	0	14	271	42	80013	917838	True	0	1	6840	142	85	18	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
395	391	This Is Why You Can't Have Nice Things	Here's something for you, friend─a call for amateur's breeches from the Order of Nald'thal. “Ascetic,” they ask for. That means it's for initiates; the Order keeps them on cabbage, chicken feet and hempen raiments, claims it teaches them the value of gil. They know their business, right enough.	119	6	10	3	5	0	1	263	263	0	0	14	271	42	80013	917839	True	0	1	6840	142	85	18	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
396	392	Time for Acton	An arming doublet is a harming avoided, is that not the way the ditty goes? Truly, some novice adventurers have no ears to hear with, and you shall know them by their stiff-armed walk, holding poultices in the pits of their arms. Tut, that should teach them to wear armor over unpadded flesh.	118	6	10	3	5	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917840	True	0	1	5730	140	85	19	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
397	393	Hat in Hand	Ashgana's being a favored supplier of long standing to the Botanists' Guild, it is only natural that we occasionally make a gift of items such as─straw hats, yes, that will do. You see, commerce would be a thing of utter dreariness without such friendship─the personal touch that gives it dignity.	118	6	10	3	10	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917625	True	0	1	3780	168	86	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
398	394	Workplace Safety	Amajina & Sons are kitting out their miners with quite a surprising thoroughness. Take this order, for instance─hempen scarf “for wrapping about the mouth and face, woven exceedingly fine and doubled so as to entrap noxious dust.” Dear, dear, what a very different air they're dancing these days.	118	6	10	3	10	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917626	True	0	1	9990	288	86	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
399	395	Keep It under Wraps	Our traders travel many a malm under the desert sun; ours are no footloose ocean voyages of Lominsan traders, no siree. This order for cotton turbans won't be going out as cargo, but right on the heads of our traders and cargadores to keep their brains from boiling out their ears.	120	6	10	3	10	0	1	271	271	0	0	14	271	42	80013	917627	True	0	1	9990	292	86	19	5	2540087	110036	True	0	14
400	396	Making Gloves Out of Nothing at All	Do you know what the difference between kitting out traders and soldiers is? A soldier's leverage is spears and swords, but a trader's could be <Emphasis>anything.</Emphasis> I can't tell you how often a trader seals the deal by throwing in the gloves off his own hands─so much so that we always keep extras.	120	6	10	3	10	0	1	271	271	0	0	14	271	42	80013	917628	True	0	1	13090	172	87	18	5	2540087	110036	True	0	14
401	397	Welcome to the Cotton Club	We've begun dealings with a La Noscean farm, the Red Rooster Stead. Nice folk, always very happy to try new things. They seem to only have leather gauntlets over in their parts, and the heat being what it is, I'm fair certain they'd appreciate cotton halfgloves.	120	6	10	3	10	0	1	271	271	0	0	14	271	42	80013	917629	True	0	1	6880	173	87	18	5	2540087	110036	True	0	14
402	398	Dirt Cheap	A caravan rolls soon for verdant Gridania, and shall return laden with last season's gardening hats, pungent with oils and castings of dew worms. Curious that the Gridanians accept naught but a barter for these fruits of summer, when they sell for a kingly sum to the rose growers of our fair city.	118	6	10	3	10	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917630	True	0	1	6880	174	87	19	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
403	399	Read the Fine Print	A shipment of rustic raiments rolls for Gridania soon, and it seems there is room for one more crate due to a regrettable breach of contract. Yes, there is much to regret when trust is broken─and dark runes must be cast by the poison moon. Dear, dear. I trust we may count on you?	118	6	10	3	15	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917631	True	0	1	24790	240	88	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
404	400	Don't Trew So Hard	I find that other southron traders abandon their evenhandedness when dealing with Gridania: too much exoticism, too low or high a price. They forget the dexter and become downright sinister. Our way is to meet them on their own terms, with something simple such as ever-practical trews.	118	6	10	3	15	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917632	True	0	1	21850	235	88	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
405	401	Better Shroud than Sorry	It is said that burying the dead in a merchant's kurta ensures a better bargain in the hall of judgment. While none admit to this belief, more kurtas are sold than worn in the streets, for when it comes to the departed, it is those who love them best who nurse the most doubts about their virtue.	121	6	10	3	15	0	1	300	300	0	0	14	271	44	80013	917633	True	0	1	24790	293	88	19	5	2540238	110037	True	0	14
406	402	Pants Are Not Enough	Many a weary traveler on the overland route to Gridania takes refuge in the safety of Camp Drybone. The outpost is also something of a market town, with traders' caravans offering their wares, and the Seventy-Seven Caravans may always be relied upon for practical staples such as trews.	121	6	10	3	15	0	1	300	300	0	0	14	271	44	80013	917634	True	0	1	21850	229	89	18	5	2540238	110037	True	0	14
407	403	Touch Me If You Can	It is said that mythril, in the hands of a crafter wanting in the eyes of the Twelve, will become as spidersilk and bind his hands that he may never work any metal again. Prudence being the way of goldsmiths, the custom is for them to don gloves until such time as they feel the gods' favor upon them.	121	6	10	3	15	0	1	300	300	0	0	14	271	44	80013	917635	True	0	1	20790	230	89	18	5	2540238	110037	True	0	14
408	404	A Drag of a Doublet	Amajina & Sons writes with more than a touch of asperity; it seems the last lot of miners' doublets had sleeves down to the fingertips, and between the surfeit of warmth and the clumsiness...well. May we suggest a sleeveless approach? Mining is perilous enough without the added hazards of fashion.	118	6	10	3	15	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917636	True	0	1	24790	293	89	19	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
409	405	New Shoes, New Me	Ah, the rat race of commerce. One spends the first hundred malms being castigated for being a young know-nothing, and no sooner does that end than is one being berated as an out-of-touch fool. I feel a need to walk a new path, as it were. I shall pay handsomely for a new pair of shoes.	118	6	10	3	20	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917559	True	0	1	28010	293	90	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
410	406	Hitting Below the Belt	My clerk tells me that the future in pants is looking quite bright. We shall divest ourselves of hose and leave things rather more open-ended. I hope the terms are agreeable? The matter of what covers our modesty hardly compares to other, greater changes, yet business must go on.	118	6	10	3	20	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917560	True	0	1	16800	69	90	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
411	407	Doublet Jeopardy	Outfitting the growing lads and lasses of the hamlets is no simple matter. Some of the freeswords burst their seams at the swing of the spear or a sniff of pepper; others totter in the wind like a sail of green wool with boots for a boat. Sleeveless doublets, true in fit, are urgently sought.	13	6	10	3	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	14	271	56	80013	917561	True	0	1	28010	348	90	19	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
412	408	Getting Handsy	While each Wailer and freesword is taught to care for his own accoutrement, items as heavily used as gloves must need regular replacing. After last year's unpleasantness, crafters should need no reminding that the dexter and the sinister together make a pair.	13	6	10	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	14	271	56	80012	917562	True	0	1	28010	290	91	18	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
413	409	The Telltale Tress	The beastmen have keen sight and may read the strength of Wailer patrols from strands of hair caught in branches overhead; who has not seen a twig twined with silk from a passing crown? A woodsman's hood will ensure not a trace is left, even when the sap runs high and branches hang low.	13	6	10	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	14	271	56	80012	917563	True	0	1	12960	107	91	26	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
414	410	Whatchoo Talking About	The ear is a faithless organ, and makes fools of us all. “Doublets,” says the quartermaster and “tablets,” hears the assistant quartermaster. Now scores of Wailers impatiently await their lined jackets, and some use must be found for those slabs of stone.	13	6	10	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	14	271	56	80012	917564	True	0	1	28010	348	91	18	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
415	411	Piling It On	Ul'dahn velveteen can be made exceedingly fine, lending itself to ordinarily inconceivable uses. I myself have mistaken it for true velvet, so soft a hand it has. If I may expound, a good trader knows not only what he <Emphasis>is</Emphasis> trading, but what he <Emphasis>should</Emphasis> be─in this case, velveteen blouses for Limsa.	118	6	10	3	25	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917841	True	0	1	47200	317	92	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
416	412	I'll Be Your Wailer Today	The Wood Wailers wear many hats, but only in the metaphorical sense. Whatever the duty of the moment, a Wailer is garbed in her usual manner, leading to some vexation among the ranks of novice freeswords. The militia is ordering hats of distinct styles to be worn for certain duties.	13	6	10	3	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	14	271	56	80013	917842	True	0	1	36390	250	92	19	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
417	413	He's Got Legs	The craze for velveteen creeps ever downward. First it was hats, then coats, then blouses. While I enjoy the suspense─suspenders, mayhaps?─of being bystanders, our coffers certainly would not. Let me hereby place an order for velveteen trews so that we too may contribute to the decadent descent.	118	6	10	3	25	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917843	True	0	1	24980	203	92	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
418	414	Pantser Corps	Freeswords being quite youthful, it is their nature to outgrow their garb in a matter of months. While most can be easily kitted out from existing stock, the number of recruits in need of new trews strains even the able hands and ample reserve of the Wailers' quartermaster.	13	6	10	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	14	271	56	80012	917844	True	0	1	41630	290	93	18	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
419	415	Put a Lid on It	There is a belief among some of the more credulous botanists that a bareheaded greenthumb brings ill luck to the whole party. Things have reached such a pitch that fights have broken out over misplaced headgear, and it behooves us to calm their fear before it goes any further.	13	6	10	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	14	271	56	80012	917845	True	0	1	36390	250	93	18	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
420	416	Bet You Anything	As a result of a sophomoric wager involving a bramble patch and a mug of landtrap tea, there is a distinct shortage of pants in the encampment. Since there is little to be gained from rehashing the details of this youthful folly, only uninquisitive tailors need apply.	13	6	10	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	14	271	56	80012	917846	True	0	1	24980	203	93	26	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
421	417	By the Seat of the Pants	Master Gegeruju is in love─it must be Thursday. He speaks with such frankness about the cheeky charms of his latest inamorata that it has left some of the household quite...flustered. Now he proposes to garb her in a pair of trews, quite close-fitting. I shall have my hands full with this situation.	113	6	10	3	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	14	271	32	80013	917847	True	0	1	67730	473	94	19	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
422	418	By the Short Hairs	Arcanists of the more sedentary persuasion are wont to wear an unsightly shine on the seat of their velveteen robes. Regard the state of piles, and one cannot help but feel a bubble of mirth. May we suggest a shorter robe? Truly, one cannot have these worthies being made a figure of fun.	118	6	10	3	30	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917848	True	0	1	99220	413	94	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
423	419	Our Man in Ul'dah	The cotillions grow ever more lusty, as if to drown out the Garlean drumbeats. One must do one's work─we seek velveteen gloves for the balls. One must do one's duty─we do not sleep, and the hand under those gloves is iron. It hardly needs saying that what we have spoken of here is in confidence.	118	6	10	3	30	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917849	True	0	1	34430	149	265	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
424	420	Half Is the New Double	Last season was double everything─doublets, double cream, double indemnity─and ever audacious, Master Gegeruju is to make next season the celebration of halves. If you will assist us in procuring halfgloves for the social season, I can give you promises─not half!─of future business.	113	6	10	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	14	271	32	80011	917850	True	0	1	36240	390	95	18	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
425	421	Put on Your Party Pants	Master Gegeruju's party at the Bismarck is one of the high points of the season. And the preparations! All of Limsa is abuzz with it, absolutely abuzz. Why, the oyster caper alone was─but I digress, the master must have a pair of elegant trews for the fête. Delightful rewards await.	113	6	10	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	14	271	32	80011	917851	True	0	1	52220	378	95	18	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
426	422	Walk Softly and Carry a Big Halberd	The Bismarck fête approaches and the household guards have naught but pedestrian boots to wear. The master declared it a “calamity,” and you can imagine the effect that word had, I'm sure. No, we cannot have panic among the staff─there's not a moment to lose, the guards must be shod in velveteen.	113	6	10	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	14	271	32	80011	917852	True	0	1	40640	149	266	26	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
427	423	Edmelle's Hair	Another charming order from the Observatorium: close-fitting caps for the astrologians. It seems there was short-lived excitement about a new stellar body before it proved to be hair off the discoverer's own head. No doubt there was much good-natured quizzing at the dinner table.	122	6	10	3	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	14	271	63	80013	917949	True	0	1	94160	554	96	19	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
428	424	Private Concerns	I've received a rather frantic call from an old friend. The Armorers' Guild's latest codpiece design has proven somewhat ill-fitting. He's certain that padded trews will correctly seat the offending bit of steel. This bit of laxness is quite unlike him. I shall have to keep an eye on his doings.	118	6	10	3	35	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917950	True	0	1	105270	491	96	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
429	425	Crunching the Numbers	In commerce, we must rely on numbers as much as intuition. Tantamount to heresy, I know. However, I would like to point out that as I predicted, Gridanians show a marked preference for simplicity. I'll wager that this consignment of modest hats will outsell the florid nonsense.	118	6	10	3	35	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917951	True	0	1	49830	231	267	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
430	426	The Wages of Sin	Unbelievers are thieves of sorts, they say, for they withhold the sweat of their brows from the crusade. What has been stolen must be given by another. These sempstress' shifts are for the wives, mothers, and sisters of unbelievers, to wear in penitence in the workhouse of the Holy See.	122	6	10	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	14	271	63	80012	917952	True	0	1	115720	572	97	18	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
431	427	In over Your Head	The Calamity makes penitents of us all. The unpredictable winds and creeping chills have made cowls something of a staple item, especially in Coerthas. I have no doubt that you are equal to the task of finding a tailor practiced in the making of monastic garments, even on such short notice.	122	6	10	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	14	271	63	80012	917953	True	0	1	115720	569	97	18	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
432	428	A Leg Up on the Cold	It seems that on a recent inspection of an outpost, some of the knights of Ishgard had the foresight to go girded against the cold in linen tights under their armor. They were much envied by others of their party, who are now clamoring for well-fitted hose of their own.	122	6	10	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	14	271	63	80012	917954	True	0	1	43560	230	268	26	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
433	429	Cool to Be Southern	Whitebrim Front is fast becoming a stronghold proper following the fall of the Stone Vigil, and every week, masons, chocobokeeps, cooks, and other hands enter the service. They feel the bite of the northerly climes more keenly, and the lord commander will not have the infirmary further strained.	123	6	10	3	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	14	271	63	80013	917955	True	0	1	125680	631	98	19	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
434	430	After the Smock-down	I see that the Fraternal Order of Chocowackers is back. I told them velveteen was no material for stablehands' smocks, and they took their business elsewhere in a huff. Half a year hence they return with hat and fat purse in hand. A pleasant surprise, and one that reflects well on them.	118	6	10	3	40	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917956	True	0	1	125680	510	98	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
435	431	Party Animals	The who's who of Ul'dah is at its frothiest yet this season. My scouts report that Master Gegeruju's party at his country house will feature serving staff in antlers and deerskin. When one of his rivals looks for a clever rejoinder for her own party, Ashgana's will just happen to have these hats.	118	6	10	3	40	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917957	True	0	1	61560	226	269	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
436	432	I'll Swap You	Gil has quite lost its value in some parts of Coerthas, where winter is king and warmth the only coin of the realm. Bartering is the preferred method of commerce, and well-made doublets buy three times their own worth in wool grease.	123	6	10	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	14	271	63	80012	917958	True	0	1	113680	607	99	18	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
437	433	No Country for Cold Men	The Temple Knights journey soon to Whitebrim. As you know, a knight of the Holy See serves for life. The dragons do an excellent job of maintaining a, shall we say, <Emphasis>rhythmic</Emphasis> turnover, but there are some in the party who have lived too long not to feel the lancing winds of the north.	123	6	10	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	14	271	63	80012	917959	True	0	1	79510	520	99	18	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
438	434	A Matter of Import	The sheepherders of Coerthas have more greed than sense. Their woolhouse is bare and coins will not keep snow off the head. Deliver a good quantity of traditional Coerthan hats─likely they will call them warmer, woolier, and altogether preferable to what they could have made with their own hands.	123	6	10	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	14	271	63	80012	917960	True	0	1	54350	277	270	26	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
439	435	Full Moon Fever	As we speak, naturalists of Saint Coinach's Find toil in a dig site by Silvertear Lake. Their hardship has been great, and there are malign influences at work that would convert them to strange and off-putting ways. Already there are signs that─no matter, new trews will put everything to rights.	124	6	10	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	14	271	67	80013	917961	True	0	1	137400	714	100	19	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
440	436	Glad As a Hatter	Stillglade Fane sends word that its sanctioned hatmaker has succumbed to hatters' shakes. The poor soul had yet to complete his work on summer headwear for the brothers. We shall have to take up his hat block─though not the quicksilver.	118	6	10	3	45	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917962	True	0	1	152230	754	100	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
441	437	Seeing It Through to the End	The jeweler Babawai is replacing his scullions' smocks after more years than─well, than some can count. I understand he uses the same test for his puff pastry and household linen: it's done when one can read a letter through it.	118	6	10	3	45	0	1	51	51	0	0	14	271	51	80013	917963	True	0	1	100980	308	271	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
442	438	Big in Mor Dhona	Unaccustomed to hearty portions and roisterous company, not a few naturalists have found their girth expanding on the shores of Silvertear Lake. The cook blushes, the surgeon shrugs, and the sempster seethes. The Sons will no doubt grow lean again, but until then, some new tunics must be stocked.	124	6	10	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	14	271	67	80013	917964	True	0	1	152230	738	101	18	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
443	439	And a Haircut Wouldn't Hurt	Without wishing to be unkind, those immersed in the quest for knowledge oft disregard the need for the other kind of immersion─in hot water and soap. The naturalists' robes are badly in need of replacing. Sew new ones, so we may cast the reeking rags in a fire with the heat of a hundred suns.	124	6	10	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	14	271	67	80013	917965	True	0	1	199230	822	101	18	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
444	440	Bundle Up, It's Odd out There	The dig at Silvertear Falls advances daily, and it warms the hearts of all and sundry at Saint Coinach's Find to see what marvels our naturalists have uncovered. Yet a fit of catarrh or dumb chill may bring this whole endeavor to a halt. Warmer garb they must have, starting with their heads.	124	6	10	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	14	271	67	80013	917966	True	0	1	82440	292	272	26	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
445	441	Copper and Robbers	We have something of an urgent call for copper ingots. A check of the inventories found a slight discrepancy, the author of which is being traced by a discreet inquiry. In my grandsire's days, the wretch would have lost a hand, but these days... But there is naught to be gained from nostalgia.	118	6	8	3	1	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917853	True	0	1	630	113	62	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
446	442	Needful Rings	Well-worked copper jewelry brings much delight when silver and gold are out of reach. We are nothing but democratic at Ashgana Exports; offer something for everyone, seek not to be everything for someone. One road leads to riches and happiness, the other to the vale of tears.	118	6	8	3	1	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917854	True	0	1	1690	116	62	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
447	443	Arms for the Poor	Thaumaturges and bait worms, I've fear o' both. Now, thaumaturges, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em─and many do, many do! But how many of those gaunt hopefuls in the line can afford the contrivances, you figure? A rich guild it is, friend, but there's many who'd be grateful for cut-rate arms.	119	6	8	3	1	0	1	263	263	0	0	12	269	42	80013	917855	True	0	1	450	112	62	19	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
448	444	Hora at Me	Ever done any arena fighting, friend? Nothing to be ashamed of, though some look askance at it. You know how it is─if you've got something, you either sell it on your own terms or someone does it for you. The Coliseum doesn't lack for hopefuls, but they'll need at least a pair of hora to try out.	119	6	8	3	1	0	1	263	263	0	0	12	269	42	80013	917856	True	0	1	720	112	63	18	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
449	445	Bad Bromance	This one's a personal order, friend. A pal of mine was in that lading accident at Scorpion Crossing. To be more precise, he <Emphasis>caused</Emphasis> the accident─always was clumsy, and enjoys a tipple. Anyway, he wants a walking stick, my money's no object. You see how it is. You're a friend, but he's a pal.	119	6	8	3	1	0	1	263	263	0	0	12	269	42	80013	917857	True	0	1	630	113	63	18	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
450	446	Water of Life	You are too young to know it, but time was every manse had a copper basin of water for passersby. Copper sweetens water─I think of that whenever I see the Ala Mhigans drinking from the public fount. They hold the water in their mouth awhile, along with a ring of copper on a bit of chain.	118	6	8	3	1	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917858	True	0	1	630	112	63	19	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
451	447	Gods of Small Things	In times such as these, the best of the commonfolk seek comfort in small things, and the worst in ways outsized and gross. There is always much to gain from serving the former, for they are the heart of this world. There is comfort in a thing well made, even in the copper baubles you are to deliver.	118	6	8	3	5	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917859	True	0	1	3600	139	64	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
452	448	I Ram What I Ram	Ashgana's has been contracted by the Coliseum management to supply ramhorn claws. They will apparently be used in a series of novelty fights between gladiators and rams. One doesn't know whether to be alarmed or amused at the thought; they'll no doubt pack the arena.	118	6	8	3	5	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917860	True	0	1	2230	170	64	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
453	449	Let's Talk about Hex	A quick word, friend. This needs a light touch. Need a necklace─it's made yea long out of bone, and then, ah, cursed. See the reward? That's why I don't ask the customer what this is about, and you don't ask me who the customer is. Let's get this bit of business done as fast as, eh?	119	6	8	3	5	0	1	263	263	0	0	12	269	42	80013	917861	True	0	1	3040	169	64	19	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
454	450	A Ringing Success	I've a pal just set up at the Ebony Stalls in Gridania and there's a caravan headed out that way ere too long. The last lot of copper rings he bought from us sold so well that he's in panic to get a hold of more. Stock! It's always too much or too little. I envy the adventurer's life, friend.	119	6	8	3	5	0	1	263	263	0	0	12	269	42	80013	917862	True	0	1	3600	139	65	18	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
455	451	Horn of Plenty	I'll tell you, friend, I thought I knew about making use of every bit of an animal. No siree, as my pal Mimina would say. People pay good gil to bedeck themselves in bits that ain't good enough to eat, tan or boil down to glue! Anyway, get me those bracelets and I'll show you prompt gratitude.	119	6	8	3	5	0	1	263	263	0	0	12	269	42	80013	917863	True	0	1	1980	140	65	18	5	3958293	110035	True	0	14
456	452	A Needle Is a Small Sword	Ah, what a pleasure it is to do business with an adventurer so spruce. Many of your brethren are woefully lacking in the area of sartorial upkeep, and this we must remedy. After all, who would hire to save the day a man who cannot save nine stitches?	118	6	8	3	5	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917864	True	0	1	3600	139	65	19	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
457	453	All That Glitters	Quite the storm of adoration over Franz the Fair these days, if I may say so. You might be pleased to learn that Ashgana's has won the bid to sell replicas of his ear cuffs. The Gladiators' Guild insists they not be true gold, after the infamous conduct of the crowd at the Roping of the Pearls.	118	6	8	3	10	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917613	True	0	1	9990	168	66	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
458	454	The Tusk at Hand	Ashgana's provides backing for enterprising young traders, as you know. One such merchant now has a going concern in the Ebony Stalls and is very happy to oblige whenever we have a mind to test Gridania's appetites. We shall see if the forest folk share Ul'dah's taste for tusk adornments.	118	6	8	3	10	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917614	True	0	1	7880	288	66	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
459	455	An Offer We Can't Refuse	Every so often, we make an offering of a thaumaturge's staff to the Order of Nald'thal. If trade is good, it sure stands to reason that the gods of trade are the ones to thank. If not? Why, were you born yesterday? If we're the only ones who don't rub the cowry, how's that going to look?	120	6	8	3	10	0	1	271	271	0	0	12	269	42	80013	917615	True	0	1	7880	250	66	19	5	2540087	110036	True	0	14
460	456	Point of Honor	We're looking to have good, sturdy sewing needles made. Not for a customer, no siree. He's one of the tailors who does a deal of good work for the Caravans, and these needles are to replace all those he's worn out making our wares. Do I not say, “No one loses by handclasping with us”?	120	6	8	3	10	0	1	271	271	0	0	12	269	42	80013	917616	True	0	1	2230	168	67	18	5	2540087	110036	True	0	14
461	457	Gorgeous Gorget	The militias and companies are getting a little high and mighty these days, if you ask me. Speaking o' which, I need to soften up the Brass Blades, send them a little something to remind them that we can do a deal better than their standard issue. Gorgets now, that's something they've not got.	120	6	8	3	10	0	1	271	271	0	0	12	269	42	80013	917617	True	0	1	9990	293	67	18	5	2540087	110036	True	0	14
462	458	Better Four Eyes than None	I have ever profited, it seems, simply by seeing what is right there for all to see. The days grow shorter and the dispatches more urgent. Soon, every city shall burn as much midnight oil as Sharlayan once did! In the dark days to come, we must all have eyes to see with, would you not agree?	118	6	8	3	10	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917618	True	0	1	6880	288	67	19	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
463	459	Brothers in Arms	One cannot help but notice the way the gazes of youthful smiths and carpenters flicker over the bracelets and armlets of sailors and stevedores. The older artisans may eschew ornamentation, but the young are alike whatever their chosen occupation. Might I suggest you keep them narrow and snug?	118	6	8	3	15	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917619	True	0	1	18910	245	68	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
464	460	Forever 21K	On the street, all that glitters is far more likely to be brass than gold. It would take a sharp eye indeed to discern from gold a bit of pinchbeck made by skilled and loving hands. Might I also assure you, these golden rings will bring more joy to the bearer than their unalloyed cousins.	118	6	8	3	15	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917620	True	0	1	13040	173	68	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
465	461	Bad to the Bone	It is said that the rich may atone for a lifetime of avidity by being buried in the lichyard of Saint Adama Landama, among the poor. The worse the conscience the finer the grave goods, for by law the objects belong to the poor once the body has turned to dust.	121	6	8	3	15	0	1	300	300	0	0	12	269	44	80013	917621	True	0	1	24790	529	68	19	5	2540238	110037	True	0	14
466	462	Sharp Words	An adage, much misremembered, says, “Give a man a fine surcoat and he will spill soup upon it. Give a man needles and he will make fine surcoats for others to spill soup upon.” While many words have been bandied over the meaning of the saying, it has affected not a jot the sale of sewing needles.	121	6	8	3	15	0	1	300	300	0	0	12	269	44	80013	917622	True	0	1	10100	223	69	18	5	2540238	110037	True	0	14
467	463	Bad Guys Eat Brass	The road and its many wide spots are the natural domain of traders silver of tongue and heavy of cargo. Yet even the most seasoned merchant venturer may know a time when neither reputation nor charm are equal to the task─only a fist girded with brass rings of surprising hardness.	121	6	8	3	15	0	1	300	300	0	0	12	269	44	80013	917623	True	0	1	13040	173	69	18	5	2540238	110037	True	0	14
468	464	I Am a Rock	Never heard of danburite, I take it? Tcha, how we judge the value of a gem or man...the family worth, elected by hardness and rarity; the measure of the specimen, its hue and clarity; the addled allure for ones who would possess it; and the merit seen by those versed in nature lapidary or otherwise.	118	6	8	3	15	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917624	True	0	1	24790	529	69	19	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
469	465	Perk of Fiction	Perusal of popular literature is always educational. This new yellowback has the heroine saying of a coral love token that “coral” stands for “captive of reverie and love.” Charming, is it not? Made up out of whole cloth, but it will be true enough once the book is in every maiden's hand.	118	6	8	3	20	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917553	True	0	1	10710	280	70	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
470	466	King for a Day	Business has been good for us lately. While nothing is pressing, this would be an excellent time to lay in extra stock of certain items, I believe. Might I suggest you find us quality scepters? I am certain you will find our terms more than competitive.	118	6	8	3	20	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917554	True	0	1	12960	166	70	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
471	467	You Burnt It, You Bought It	A minor magical arm has gone missing from outside the Wood Wailer barracks. Its owner suspects pilferage by a peddler, but we know the truth: it was mistaken for fuel and used to flambé pears at high tea. Only the gift of a better arm may erase the cinnamon-scented affront.	13	6	8	3	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	12	269	56	80013	917555	True	0	1	18290	192	70	19	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
472	468	Music to Their Ears	Let songs ring throughout the Twelveswood, for a freesword has asked for the hand of the blacksmith, and he has assented with a glad shout. So that they might always hear some of the joy of this day, even over the keening winds of war, we would present them with softly chiming earrings.	13	6	8	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	12	269	56	80012	917556	True	0	1	21600	290	71	18	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
473	469	Dog Tags Are for Dogs	With so many new faces among the Wailers every day, we fear that time may come when we know not who it is among us that has fallen in service of the commonfolk. If every Wailer were given a ring, on the inside of which is inscribed his name and whence he hails, it would ease our fears.	13	6	8	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	12	269	56	80012	917557	True	0	1	8990	105	71	26	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
474	470	One and Only	The Gridanian antelope keeps its horns for life, and the more romantic among thaumaturges see special import in this fact. A former Wailer plies his trade as an engraver near Arrzaneth Ossuary, and he writes that he has seen no fewer than two score horn staves this moon.	13	6	8	2	20	0	1	129	129	0	0	12	269	56	80012	917558	True	0	1	10710	292	71	18	5	2257677	110006	True	0	14
475	471	Love in the Time of Umbra	When shadows fall, worldly passions burn brighter─at least for a time. Love tokens are being exchanged at feverish pitch; silver rings are perennially popular. I find myself singularly unmoved, if I may say so. The more one knows of love, the less inclined one is to trade baubles.	118	6	8	3	25	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917865	True	0	1	25250	296	72	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
476	472	Thaumaturge Is Magic	As a tribute to a thaumaturge of great skill, the Wood Wailers wish to commission a finely chased ring set with deep-violet fluorspar. Magic has as many ways as there are shades of this luminous stone, and none suits his like the noble purple of this incandescent gem.	13	6	8	3	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	12	269	56	80013	917866	True	0	1	25250	252	72	19	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
477	473	All Booked Up	The Order of Nald'thal has been making copies of its library in preparation for the worst. The thought of Arrzaneth Ossuary falling to the enemy is a sobering idea. The most valuable tomes are being copied in miniature so they may be secreted away; the thaumaturges seek spectacles for this reason.	118	6	8	3	25	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917867	True	0	1	21830	268	72	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
478	474	Necklet of Champions	The Sylvan Tournament is fast approaching, and the prize─a year's supply of suet─has been deemed cumbersome at the last minute. Pleasing gems and noble metals always being the safe choice in these matters, artisans are requested to deliver a worthy trophy before the blue moon.	13	6	8	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	12	269	56	80012	917868	True	0	1	25250	298	73	18	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
479	475	Keep the Change	There is gil and there is gold. And then there are gems. The Wailers use all three to pay their debts, but the last has never been favored, for loose stones so often become lost stones. Crafted into jewelry however, they are far easier to keep and worth more to boot.	13	6	8	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	12	269	56	80012	917869	True	0	1	36390	485	73	18	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
480	476	Dancing with the Stars	The forest is a fruitful place for augury and of late, the stars sidle close like a bearer of secrets delicious and dangerous. All we lack are thaumaturges' arms of antelope horn to give voice to these murmurs. Make haste, for the stars wait for no man as the trees hurry for no woman.	13	6	8	2	25	0	1	129	129	0	0	12	269	56	80012	917870	True	0	1	18490	277	73	26	5	2257677	110019	True	0	14
481	477	He Has His Quartz	Master Gegeruju's open-handedness is as genuine as it is legendary. Last night, he chanced to hear an improvisatore compose on the theme of “lens of time,” and not only does he secure her a worthy theatrical agent, he wishes to give her a silver circlet set with goshenite of the first water.	113	6	8	3	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	12	269	32	80013	917871	True	0	1	67730	463	74	19	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
482	478	One Man's Trash	This year has seen a large number of culls, and the horns of beasts so destroyed have a certain beauty. The Calamity is likely to blame for the contortions of nature that necessitated the cull, but even a blighted tree may yield sweet fruit─would you not agree?	118	6	8	3	30	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917872	True	0	1	25900	532	74	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
483	479	A Little Bird Told Me	When a lovely young person with expensive tastes finds creditors at the door, I find it worthwhile to buy their debt. Then? Why, then they are free. And grateful. One of my pretty birds now has the affections of the tycoon Master Gegeruju, and sings sweetly of his sudden interest in malachite...	118	6	8	3	30	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917873	True	0	1	31330	151	257	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
484	480	Renascence Man	Passions revive in Master Gegeruju like sap rising in a springtime copse. Having recalled a boyhood lesson from a naturalist, he has entranced us by creating a floating compass out of needles. Such fun─and now done! 'Tis time to restock the sewing cases and make safe the reflecting pool.	113	6	8	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	12	269	32	80011	917874	True	0	1	25900	355	75	18	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
485	481	It's Only Love	Love has the master in its Garuda-like grip yet again. This time, he seeks a necklet of moon-bright silver for his inamorata...or was it inamorato? No matter, one is very like the other. The master seeks a beautiful bauble for his beloved; let it be so.	113	6	8	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	12	269	32	80011	917875	True	0	1	52220	485	75	18	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
486	482	Get the Green Stuff	All play and no work makes Master Gegeruju a mere dilettante, and that he shall never be. With his usual, almost preternatural understanding of coming fads, the master has pinpointed malachite jewelry as the coming obsession for Ul'dahn aesthetes, the arbiters of high-society fashion.	113	6	8	1	30	0	1	206	206	0	0	12	269	32	80011	917876	True	0	1	31330	151	258	26	5	3999030	110031	True	0	14
487	483	Actually, It's Loyalty	The Holy See of Ishgard is appointing new clerics to its special inquisitors' office, and they want...a harmless bracelet of office. Ah, what a relief─I mean, what an honor. I am sure that the Holy See will rid the inquisition of its rougher edges. Aquamarine is a symbol of renewal, is it not?	122	6	8	3	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	12	269	63	80013	917967	True	0	1	72600	596	76	19	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
488	484	Lode It Up	I confess, I do enjoy it when some feral prospector upsets the apple cart. One of these worthies has come upon a massive mythril deposit, and the bubble so carefully blown by the mythril cartel has gone “pop!” like a stoat. A lovely opportunity to buy cheap, craft well, and sell later.	118	6	8	3	35	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917968	True	0	1	50380	559	76	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
489	485	Burning the Midnight Oil	The bill for lamp oil is up at Arrzaneth Ossuary, remains steady at Stillglade Fane, and is down at the Arcanists' Guild. Clearly, the thaumaturges' numbers grow and their influence waxes; we must build up a stock of arms without delay.	118	6	8	3	35	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917969	True	0	1	36890	156	259	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
490	486	Wear Your Patriotic Pin	“Pure as peridot,” goes the popular expression in the streets and drawing rooms of Ishgard. A woman who carries neither the sword nor the issue of a knight would do well to make known her devotion to the cause. To go unadorned with the pale stone is now cause for mistrust.	122	6	8	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	12	269	63	80012	917970	True	0	1	72600	568	77	18	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
491	487	Dead Can't Defang	Deprived of their regular prey, wolves now stalk the caravan routes of Coerthas to ambush travelers and traders. An amulet of wolf fangs is said to protect its wearer, and there is a certain logic in it. The dead can hardly collect these fangs from a wolf and sell them as amulets.	122	6	8	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	12	269	63	80012	917971	True	0	1	50380	485	77	18	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
492	488	Faith and Fashion	Did you know that the tradition of mythril earrings dates back to Haldrath, the first Azure Dragoon? I confess I did not. Of all the bits he must have worn during the Founding Wars, I cannot see why the earrings are of import. Icons, symbols, and idols─they are not for me to understand.	122	6	8	2	35	0	1	385	385	0	0	12	269	63	80012	917972	True	0	1	30230	184	260	26	5	3643002	110062	True	0	14
493	489	Coral on My Mind	The knights of Ishgard also look to the arcanists' art for a new weapon against the dragons. Their reading of the grimoires has revealed that coral is found in the brain of dragons. The knights seek a ring of true coral to pry open the magical implications of this disquieting fact.	123	6	8	3	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	12	269	63	80013	917973	True	0	1	40730	498	78	19	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
494	490	When We Were Blings	Ever since blows to the head were disallowed in training, gladiators seem to have their wits about them. I've never seen such adroit self-promotion─this up-and-comer wears showy jewelry, then hawks replicas. He has a future in commerce once his fighting days are done. Provided he lives, of course.	118	6	8	3	40	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917974	True	0	1	79510	509	78	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
495	491	It's My Business to Know Things	First item of business: a rush order of coral bracelets. Gegeruju has beaten us to the punch with this craze, the primals take him. Between you and me, there is something uncanny about the master. I wouldn't be surprised if he were a product of some alchemical accident, the wily homunculus...	118	6	8	3	40	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917975	True	0	1	20000	259	261	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
496	492	North Ore South	Commerce is an ocean, and there are as many tides as there are goods to trade. Now the mythril flows north, to clad Ishgardians against dragon breath. Now the electrum flows south and west, to armor Lominsan throats and Ul'dahn necks. But the gil─ah, the gil flows every which way.	123	6	8	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	12	269	63	80012	917976	True	0	1	79510	631	79	18	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
497	493	Tough Job Market	House Durendaire has retained a quintet of thaumaturges, pending a successful trial. The recruits will be given a horn staff and left on the defile to a dragon's nest. If all five stay alive and the dragon does not, they will have the honor of serving the greatest of the High Houses of Ishgard.	123	6	8	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	12	269	63	80012	917977	True	0	1	67510	390	79	18	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
498	494	If You've Got It, Flaunt It	Wartime calls for a show of virtue. “Purity and loyalty!” cry the clerics, and all the lords wear aquamarine pins to signify loyalty. Their ladies are bedizened with peridot to symbolize their purity─so outsized the gems are that this display of chasteness grows positively suggestive.	123	6	8	2	40	0	1	402	402	0	0	12	269	63	80012	917978	True	0	1	47700	327	262	26	5	3643494	110063	True	0	14
499	495	Green and Bear It	The cleansing energy of tourmaline has long cast its benevolent influence on members of Saint Coinach's Find. As the Allagan dig near Silvertear Falls wears on, we fear for the naturalists' humours. While somewhat drastic, specialists assure us of the need for an entire choker of the healing gem.	124	6	8	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	12	269	67	80013	917979	True	0	1	106480	752	80	19	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
500	496	Gold Is So Last Year	There is a faddish austerity movement afoot in Gridania. They eschew gold─in favor of electrum. They renounce jade─and embrace amber. Other traders feel that both together is too much, but I shall have these circlets displayed alongside huge collars of jade and gold. Contrast is everything.	118	6	8	3	45	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917980	True	0	1	137400	820	80	18	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
501	497	The Big Red	The market for coral bracelets is played out, but the hunger for the beautiful material remains. We must bring this craze to a head, and hence to a dignified end. What better way than with a large and lustrous necklace that puts to shame all the miserly bits of coral hawked by others?	118	6	8	3	45	0	1	51	51	0	0	12	269	51	80013	917981	True	0	1	45340	277	263	26	5	4067692	110038	True	0	14
502	498	Sew Not Doing This	I am sorry to say that we have lost our sempster─no, nothing untoward, simply a case of creative differences, one might say. It is just as well, for I admit, many of the Sons are far too heedless of practical concerns. From now on, all Sons shall be given their own needles and a lesson in mending.	124	6	8	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	12	269	67	80013	917982	True	0	1	75570	583	81	18	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
503	499	Sweet Charity	Saint Coinach's Find would be as tears in rain were it not for the benefactresses known as the Grey Ladies. For eleven solstices, they have come veiled and silent to stack silver bars upon the sundial. This year they shall receive a tribute of amber rings, laid on the sundial by grateful hands.	124	6	8	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	12	269	67	80013	917983	True	0	1	75570	575	81	18	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
504	500	Light in the Darkness	The poor are always with us, and the Sons of Saint Coinach will not turn a blind eye to those upon whom fortune has frowned. The order has decided to mark itself with the wearing of a simple choker. Let the gleam of bronze remind those who suffer that hope, too, is as a glancing light.	124	6	8	3	45	0	1	416	416	0	0	12	269	67	80013	917984	True	0	1	63890	360	264	26	5	4258823	110064	True	0	14
505	501	Water, Water Everywhere	Following the Calamity, which saw many of the shallower creeks in the North Shroud dry up completely, a large number of beastkin began an exodus to the Central Shroud in search of fresh water. Unfortunately, some of these creatures can prove extremely violent, and there have already been reports of livestock going missing and children being attacked. To ensure the safety of those who reside in the area, the Trappers' League is petitioning adventurers to seek out the invasive species and slay them.	20	1	1	2	1	20	1	54	90	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65602	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	6	5	2648030	110008	True	3251851	14
506	502	No Bane, No Gain	To help them build a resistance to deadly toxins, all Wood Wailer initiates must inhale ever-increasing quantities of poisonous funguar spores daily for a period of seven moons. This procedure relies on a ready supply of the funguar gills whence the spores emanate, and the Lancers' Guild has promised to reward any adventurer willing to aid in their collection.	21	1	1	2	1	20	1	54	90	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65603	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	10	5	2648030	110008	True	3251852	14
507	503	Scourge of the Saplings	After a terrible blight which wiped out almost a third of the trees in an area near Lifemend Stump, reforestation efforts have finally begun in earnest. Unfortunately, blight-carrying vilekin are hampering the process by infecting newly planted saplings before they can take root. Master Gabineaux is offering rewards to any adventurers willing to travel to the area and assist in the pests' eradication.	22	1	1	2	1	20	1	54	90	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65604	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	7	5	2648030	110008	True	3251854	14
508	504	Stay for a Vile	As their name implies, vilekin are foul creatures who spread filth and disease. Not only are their constant buzzings a nuisance, but their bites can invoke all manner of blights and sicknesses. To protect the local fauna from these pests, the Trappers' League, with approval from Stillglade Fane, has not only issued an edict allowing the hunting of certain vilekin, but will pay good gil when presented with proof of extermination.	20	1	1	2	1	20	1	54	90	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65609	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	11	5	2648030	110008	True	3251851	14
509	505	Nutbreaker Suite	Quickness in the field is a trait highly valued amongst lancers, and therefore Wood Wailer recruits are forced to endure a number of rigorous training exercises in order to improve agility─one of those being what veteran instructors call “the chase.” While seemingly simple─catching a squirrel released into the wild and bringing it back to the Bannock─the tiny creatures are remarkably nimble, and it has been known to take some recruits several turns of the sun to complete the task. The Wood Wailers are in constant need of new squirrels to use in the exercise, and will pay for any pacified and delivered alive.	21	1	1	2	1	20	1	54	90	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65610	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	23	5	2648030	110008	True	3251852	14
510	506	Picking Up the Piercers	The Wood Wailers seek volunteers to locate and collect practice spears left in the field after a large-scale training exercise held two days past. Those accepting the task are recommended to arm themselves, as the area in question is known to be populated with dangerous creatures.	21	1	1	2	1	20	1	54	90	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65611	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	40	5	2648030	110008	True	3251854	14
511	507	Bug Looks Like a Lady	Ladybugs may be classified as vilekin, but they are anything but vile. In fact, they feed on the very vermin who infest our crops here at the Red Rooster Stead, making them more than welcome in our fields. That is, the ones who aren't carrying the terrible leafbleed blight. Rumor states several infected ladybugs hitched a ride on a merchant's vessel carrying fruit from Gridania. Now, not only are they spreading the sickness to the crops, but to healthy La Noscean ladybugs as well. The Stead is looking for adventurers to seek out the carriers of the blight and eliminate them, trying not to harm any of the unaffected ladybugs in the process.	46	1	1	1	1	20	1	31	200	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65702	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	6	5	3998968	110028	True	4167141	14
512	508	獲得任務：オーレリアのバラスト袋	強い海風で吹き上げられた浮クラゲ「オーレリア」が漂着してきている。このままでは彼らが排出する海水で、畑の土壌が汚染され塩害が発生してしまうだろう。奴らを狩り「オーレリアのバラスト袋」を回収してほしい。	47	1	1	1	1	20	1	31	200	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65703	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	10	5	3998968	110028	True	4167140	14
513	509	Ain't Nobody Got Time for Rats	Every summer, we lose more than a quarter of our yield here at the Red Rooster Stead to a plague of filthy rats who sneak into the fields at night and eat the young vegetables straight off the vine. Every winter, we lose another quarter to the same rats when they chew their way into our storage silos. If the quick-breeding pests are not continuously dealt with, our losses will grow even larger, and I will be forced to abandon the farm. The Stead seeks fleet-footed adventurers to come and chase down the creatures so that my family and I might rest easily.	46	1	1	1	1	20	1	31	200	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65704	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	7	5	3998968	110028	True	4167140	14
514	510	A Long and Winding Road	We Yellowjackets of the second levy are ordered to patrol the myriad roads of middle and lower La Noscea, ensuring safe passage for the merchants and travelers who frequent them. Unfortunately, since the Calamity, there are simply not enough men and women in our ranks to cover every malm, which is why we seek the assistance of adventurers in slaying those beasts who wander too close to the outlets.	53	1	1	1	1	20	1	31	200	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65705	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	11	5	3998968	110028	True	4167143	14
515	511	On the Lamb	Ever since our old sheep hound was mangled by a pair of megalocrabs, his replacement has caused us nothing but trouble. Not only does the flea-ridden mutt run slower than a one-legged stag, but he spends most of the day looking for some tree to mark, when he isn't eating the chickens' feed. Thanks to him, we lose nigh on half a dozen of our flock every day, which is why, until our faithful old hound's legs heal, we require adventurers to find the stray sheep and lead them back to the Stead. They may be a tad overstrung, so a little coercing with your blade may be required before soothing them.	48	1	1	1	1	20	1	31	200	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65706	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	23	5	3998968	110028	True	4167142	14
516	512	Bug Bites	There are some types of vilekin which we welcome on the Red Rooster Stead, one of those being ladybugs, for they feed upon the foul aphids who suck the lifeblood from our crops. The local puks, however, consider the ladybugs a delicacy, and will descend from their rocky nests every morning to feast. The Stead is offering good coin to any adventurer who will travel to the nearby rocky outcroppings, lure out the hungry puks, and slay them. We would also appreciate it if, in your search for the puks, you come across any ladybugs infected with leafbleed, you deal with them, as well.	46	1	1	1	1	20	1	31	200	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65707	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	40	5	3998968	110028	True	4167143	14
517	513	Road Rage	Not a day goes by when one of our caravans is not assaulted by some creature lurking behind some tree or boulder. Our birds are trained to flee from any danger, and the mercenary escorts we have in our employ do a fine job of fending off attacks. Still, sacks torn and crates broken in these assaults account for a great deal of lost profits, and the Seventy-Seven Caravans cannot afford to lose any more cargo than we already have. Therefore, we seek adventurers to patrol our trade routes and clear the roadsides of any beasts that may be looking to ambush our birds.	83	1	1	3	1	20	1	42	263	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65690	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	6	5	3958072	110022	True	3956699	14
518	514	獲得任務：装飾用の羽	ウルダハ社交界で、羽飾り付きの婦人帽に流行の兆しがあるそうだ。正直、良い趣味とは思えないが、売れるというなら何でも売るのが商人さ。そんな訳でバザードを狩って「色鮮やかな羽」を集めてくれよ。	83	1	1	3	1	20	1	42	263	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65691	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	10	5	3958072	110022	True	3956697	14
519	515	Nothing Compares to Shrews	It may surprise you, but the leading cause of injury to our organization's chocobos is not ambushes by bloodthirsty beastkin, but shrewhills! Stepping in one of these holes can snap a bird's leg in two, leaving him incapacitated for months...or in serious cases, force us to put him down. To see that our birds stay healthy, the Seventy-Seven Caravans will pay good coin for the head of every shrew delivered to our headquarters.	83	1	1	3	1	20	1	42	263	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65692	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	7	5	3958072	110022	True	3977283	14
520	516	Observe and Protect	The sultana has expressed her desire to accompany a caravan on its trip to Vesper Bay so that she may observe the rebuilding effort in western Thanalan. If anything were to happen to Her Grace on the trip, our organization would be ruined, and therefore we are calling upon the realm's adventurers to assist us in clearing the Sunway of creatures who may crave a royal victual.	84	1	1	3	1	20	1	42	263	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65693	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	11	5	3958072	110022	True	3956699	14
521	517	Either Love Them or Kill Them	A fellow merchant recently arrived on a ship from Radz–at–Han has fallen in love with the marmots which scamper about the Thanalan deserts, and believes that the noble houses of his hometown will follow suit. He has expressed his interest in purchasing several of the furry beastkin and has bid our organization assist him. The Seventy-Seven Caravans do not have the means to pacify and capture the rodents, but will pay decent coin to any who does.	83	1	1	3	1	20	1	42	263	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65694	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	23	5	3958072	110022	True	3956697	14
522	518	Berries Got Bucked	Last night, a pair of peistes ambushed a three-chocobo caravan, killing one bird and sending the other two fleeing. The two surviving chocobos arrived back safely at our stables this morning, but their cargo of Black Shroud berries was missing. It is thought that the crates may have been thrown from the birds' backs during the struggle, and might still be lying somewhere near the site of the ambush. The Seventy-Seven Caravans are seeking adventurers to travel into western Thanalan and attempt to locate and retrieve the missing cargo. Time is of the essence!	83	1	1	3	1	20	1	42	263	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65695	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	40	5	3958072	110022	True	3977283	14
523	519	We Didn't Start the Fire	A fire set by poachers to flush animals out of their dens and into waiting traps has destroyed a large tract of woodland in the Central Shroud. Subsequent efforts to reforest the area by local botanists have been hampered by the unprovoked attacks of frenzied woodland creatures. To safeguard the lives of the men and women working diligently to restore the wood to its former glory, the Greatloam Growery is calling for adventurers to aid in culling the ravenous beastkin.	23	1	1	2	5	20	1	54	90	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65605	True	4	0.8	0	0	162	6	5	2648030	110009	True	3251855	14
524	520	A Vine Finer than Twine	In the past, ropes spun from the hardy, readily available grass known as brambleweed were used to lash together the logs employed in the construction of temporary Wood Wailer encampments─the lone drawback being that the ropes required regular replacement due to weathering. Nowadays, the material is rarely used, since it was discovered that microchu vines not only provide the strength of grass-based rope, but last a great deal longer due to their uncanny refusal to wither. The Lancers' Guild is currently in the process of refortifying its garrisons and will generously reward those who bring them suitable microchu vines.	21	1	1	2	5	20	1	54	90	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65606	True	4	0.8	0	0	162	10	5	2648030	110009	True	3251855	14
525	521	River Raid	Communion with the spirits of the Central Shroud has revealed that someone or some<Emphasis>thing</Emphasis> is befouling the waters of the East Vein. As this tributary plays an important role in the lives and well-being of those residing in the villages downstream, it is crucial that the source of this taint is discovered and dealt with as soon as possible.	24	1	1	2	5	20	1	54	90	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65607	True	4	0.8	0	0	162	7	5	2648030	110009	True	3251858	14
526	522	A Full Stomach	Recent communion with the spirits of the Twelveswood reveals that a plague of vilekin has descended upon the forest. The plague has, in turn, caused an explosion in the population of the landtraps which feed upon the tiny pests. If left unattended, the vilekin will continue to feed the landtraps, who will eventually overtake the wood, killing off many of the other native flora. Stillglade Fane is committed to restoring balance to the forest and is offering rewards to any who help in the extermination efforts.	24	1	1	2	5	20	1	54	90	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65612	True	4	0.8	0	0	162	11	5	2648030	110009	True	3251855	14
527	523	Wrangling Raptors	Recently, a Gods' Quiver scout was stopped by a local farmer who claims to have seen goblins using raptors the way we use chocobos─as beasts of burden. At first, the scout believed the farmer to be lying, for it is well documented that scalekin of such violent temperament cannot be tamed. However, after being led to the hillock where the pack raptor was first seen, the scout was convinced. Now, it is simply a matter of capturing a few of these domesticated raptors alive, and a sizable reward is being offered to any who can do so.	25	1	1	2	5	20	1	54	90	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65613	True	4	0.8	0	0	162	23	5	2648030	110009	True	3251855	14
528	524	Compost with the Most	The Greatloam Growery has spent the last five summers spreading compost about the Twelveswood in an effort to re-enrich soil which was left barren and tainted by fiends. Botanist parties journey into the forest daily to conduct this task; and while most are left unmolested by the woodland creatures, it is not uncommon for a party to become the victim of an attack. In these situations, the botanists are trained to literally drop what they are doing and Return to the guild. While this saves lives, it leaves a great deal of valuable compost to rot in the field, which is why the Growery seeks to hire adventurers who will travel into the forest and recover the abandoned sacks.	23	1	1	2	5	20	1	54	90	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65614	True	4	0.8	0	0	162	40	5	2648030	110009	True	3251855	14
529	525	討伐任務：シープを狙う獣たち	風の強い晩のことだ。外が騒がしいなと思うて様子を見に行ったら、俺のシープたちが野獣や猛禽どもに襲われていてな。生まれたばかりの子羊が犠牲に……二度とこんなことが起こらんように、獣どもを退治してくれ。	48	1	1	1	5	20	1	31	200	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65708	True	4	0.8	0	0	163	6	5	3998968	110029	True	4167148	14
530	526	No Pain, No Grain	Before grain can be milled into flour, it must be dried. During the Sixth Astral Era, we would dry our wheat in the dry salt winds that came down the Strait of Merlthor. The past five years, however, those winds have been warm and wet. Not only does it prevent the grain from drying properly, but it breeds mold. For this reason, we have opted to abandon the traditional methods of drying for a new technique using the cores from wind sprites. Drying is much quicker and more efficient, the only drawback being that none of us here at the Grey Fleet are competent enough with a blade to procure the cores ourselves. So, we must ask the aid of adventurers.	49	1	1	1	5	20	1	31	200	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65709	True	4	0.8	0	0	163	10	5	3998968	110029	True	4167146	14
531	527	March of the Mandragoras	Forty summers at the Red Rooster Stead, and not once did I see a mandragora...until the Calamity, that is. In a matter of months, the countryside was crawling with the seedkin. At first, we thought them to be harmless. We never saw them feed on other plants, and they never bothered us, no matter how close we got. That is, until we began seeing smaller yields in the fields where the mandragoras roamed. After watching them for a full season, we found that the podlings were using tiny roots on their feet to tap the soil of its nutrients. When we tried to remove the mandragoras ourselves, we learned that they were not as peaceful as we once thought... Now, we seek the aid of adventurers skilled in these sorts of matters to dispose of the nuisances.	47	1	1	1	5	20	1	31	200	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65710	True	4	0.8	0	0	163	7	5	3998968	110029	True	4167145	14
532	528	Red Stead Redemption	For every crop-spoiling rat or mole slain, there are three more to take its place. This is why the Red Rooster Stead is in constant need of aid to combat the pest problem. All those interested are asked to report to the Stead as soon as possible.	47	1	1	1	5	20	1	31	200	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65711	True	4	0.8	0	0	163	11	5	3998968	110029	True	4167145	14
533	529	The Cure	The alchemists of Radz–at–Han claim to have developed a cure-all from the leaves found growing atop the heads of mandragoras, increasing demand for the item tenfold. There is, however, one catch─the leaves must be plucked from a living specimen. The <Emphasis>Orion</Emphasis> will be leaving port for Thavnair in a few suns' time, and is offering a premium price for any pacified mandragoras delivered before the ship sets sail.	50	1	1	1	5	20	1	31	200	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65712	True	4	0.8	0	0	163	23	5	3998968	110029	True	4167146	14
534	530	Far from the Vine	Most of them former pirates or street urchins, the majority of my field hands spend more time finding ways to dodge their duties than actually harvesting fruit...which is why most of my grapes still sit, rotting on the vine. The bottlers in Wineport have begun to grow restless, threatening to commission another farmstead if we cannot make our quota, and there is little hope that my employees will have a change of heart in the next few turns of the sun, so I am forced to turn to adventurers for aid. You need only pluck the grapes from the vine and deliver them to me, and you shall be paid handsomely. Just...beware of the bees attracted to the smell of the sweet fruit.	46	1	1	1	5	20	1	31	200	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65713	True	4	0.8	0	0	163	40	5	3998968	110029	True	4167148	14
535	531	討伐任務：ウルダハ近郊の害虫駆除	第七霊災以後、ウルダハ近郊に多くの難民が押し寄せ、衛生状態が悪化している。このままでは伝染病が流行しかねないため、毒気を媒介する虫どもを駆除することになった。腕に覚えのある者は、力を貸してくれ。	85	1	1	3	5	20	1	42	263	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65696	True	4	0.8	0	0	164	6	5	3958072	110023	True	3956701	14
536	532	The Ore the Better	To rebuild and reinforce the many buildings lost in the Calamity, copious amounts of high-quality iron mined in Vylbrand must be imported from Limsa Lominsa. Knowing that their mines are the only truly reliable source of the ore, the dirty pirates, taking a page out of the sultanate's own book, have driven the prices up to ludicrous amounts. While those with the means will continue to purchase the high-quality Lominsan product, we seek to provide an alternative to those less endowed, and believe that a lower grade of ore known as “coblyn pyrite” may be the key.	83	1	1	3	5	20	1	42	263	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65697	True	4	0.8	0	0	164	10	5	3958072	110023	True	3956702	14
537	533	Needles to Say	Increased rains in Thanalan since the Calamity have seen the population of cactuars explode, putting more and more travelers in danger of becoming victims of thousand-pronged attacks. The Brass Blades request the aid of well-armored adventurers to seek out the seedkin and return them to the soil. It is recommended that volunteers come dressed lightly, for when threatened, cactuars will often attempt to flee, and heavy armor will only prove a burden to the pursuer.	85	1	1	3	5	20	1	42	263	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65698	True	4	0.8	0	0	164	7	5	3958072	110023	True	3956704	14
538	534	Procession of the Noble	The sultana has declared she will soon make a journey to Scorpion Crossing to provide her royal blessing to the people who have labored there to rebuild their lives. The Sultansworn will see that she is provided with more than enough protection; however, no chances can be taken. The royal court seeks adventurers to travel to Scorpion Crossing and clear the area of any and all threats before the procession begins.	84	1	1	3	5	20	1	42	263	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65699	True	4	0.8	0	0	164	11	5	3958072	110023	True	3956701	14
539	535	A Spoonful of Poison	There is a fine line between that which we call medicine, and that which we call poison. Ofttimes to purge the body of an evil, a greater evil must be introduced. Poisons, however, can be difficult to come by, with the more potent varieties coming from the more deadly creatures. Still, progress requires sacrifice, and I am more than willing to sacrifice sizable sums of coin for you to sacrifice your life and limb in procuring me the most terrible of toxins. I shall even provide you with special nerve drops which can be used to calm even the most agitated of beasts...so that you may capture them alive.	86	1	1	3	5	20	1	42	263	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65700	True	4	0.8	0	0	164	23	5	3958072	110023	True	3956702	14
540	536	Two Yalms Under	Several days ago, we captured a petty thief as he attempted to make off with a bejeweled goblet from Eshtaime's Aesthetics. After a few days in the oubliettes, he began admitting to previous crimes, and how he hid his loot in the desert. The short-manned Brass Blades cannot afford to send a unit into the wilds to hunt for treasure, but will reward any adventurer who returns with the pilfered items.	87	1	1	3	5	20	1	42	263	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65701	True	4	0.8	0	0	164	40	5	3958072	110023	True	3956704	14
541	537	Going Green	Leafbleed slugs have infested the stable's gysahl fields, infecting almost a third of this season's crop. Without the greens, many of our chocobos will not survive the winter. Help is sought in clearing the fields and surrounding forest of the troublesome pests.	26	1	1	2	10	20	1	54	94	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65563	True	4	0.8	0	0	165	6	5	1672782	110001	True	3244753	14
542	538	Infestation Cessation	Carrion chigoes are filthy pests who, through their foul bites, spread deadly plagues, such as the Creeping Death, throughout the Twelveswood. To prevent a full-blown infestation of the vilekin, the Wood Wailers seek volunteers to slay the creatures and bring back egg sacs as proof of their deeds.	27	1	1	2	10	20	1	54	94	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65564	True	4	0.8	0	0	165	10	5	1672782	110001	True	3244753	14
543	539	Turning Out the Blight	Of late, ever-increasing numbers of blight-bearing leafbleed slugs and mites have begun to appear in the vicinity of Bentbranch Meadows. The Seedseers believe that the infestation is a result of the over-culling of the vilekin's natural predators by the influx of new adventurers. We at Moogle's Gift Mounts care little for causes, however, and seek those willing to lend their blades in finding a solution to the problem at hand before the pests turn their attentions to our flock.	28	1	1	2	10	20	1	54	94	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65568	True	4	0.8	0	0	165	7	5	1672782	110001	True	3251848	14
544	540	Bump in the Night	Damnable imps and their nightfires have my flock so full of fright they cannot get a wink of sleep, and no sensible man will pay good coin for a bird what's dead on her feet. I desperately need someone to come down to the Meadows and take care of what it is putting the fear into my chocobos.	28	1	1	2	10	20	1	54	94	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65615	True	4	0.8	0	0	165	13	5	1672782	110001	True	3244752	14
545	541	Wail of a Tale	The restless souls of Wood Wailers who were slain in battle, but never had their bodies retrieved for a proper sending into the afterlife, are said to aimlessly roam the forest near Bentbranch, striking fear into the smallfolk who work the local stables. Stillglade Fane wishes to ease the pain of these spirits by releasing them from their corporeal bonds and returning their bodies to the Twelveswood. They would appreciate any and all assistance offered by local adventurers, and are prepared to offer a small stipend to those who lend their aid.	24	1	1	2	10	20	1	54	94	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65616	True	4	0.8	0	0	165	11	5	1672782	110001	True	3244753	14
546	542	Hog Wild	Not only is hog meat delicious and high in nutrients, but a single adult hog can fill over four score bellies, six score if those bellies are Lalafellin. Hogs, however, are an extremely violent lot, with over five percent of the Twelveswood's yearly casualties attributed to tusk-gouging. This is why the Trappers' League has proposed the domestication of the beasts, and is actively seeking adventurers to capture hoglets and deliver them, live, to league-run pens.	20	1	1	2	10	20	1	54	94	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65617	True	4	0.8	0	0	165	23	5	1672782	110001	True	3251848	14
547	543	Scent of a Roselet	The Greatloam Growery is seeking to determine why, unlike many other forest seedkin, roselets appear to thrive in the post-Calamity Twelveswood. The hopes are that the answers uncovered in this study will help give insight into how the guild might help accelerate the recovery process in other parts of the forest. To do this, they require living samples, pacified and delivered, and are willing to pay a sizable sum of gil for each one.	23	1	1	2	10	20	1	54	94	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65618	True	4	0.8	0	0	165	23	5	1672782	110001	True	3251849	14
548	544	Mite and Madness	The spirits fear that the recent increase in mites living in the Central Shroud will disturb the area's natural balance, sending the forest into chaos. To see this fate averted, Stillglade Fane requests the aid of adventurers in the culling of the mite population. This includes the gathering and disposal of eggs from mite holes.	29	1	1	2	10	20	1	54	94	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65619	True	4	0.8	0	0	165	40	5	1672782	110001	True	3251850	14
549	545	A Shroom with a View	The Greatloam Growery has set up logs near Bentbranch on which we hope to harvest several sorts of edible mushrooms. As luck would have it, however, the area we chose has become overrun with terrible wild beasts, preventing us untrained in the arts of battle from checking up on the progress of our crops. We seek capable men and women to travel to the logs in our stead and determine if they require additional tending.	23	1	1	2	10	20	1	54	94	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65620	True	4	0.8	0	0	165	40	5	1672782	110001	True	3251848	14
550	546	Too Close to Home	A pack of anoles has been spotted near Bentbranch Meadows, far from their usual hunting grounds on Naked Rock. The local chocobokeeps are worried that it is only a matter of time before the hungry scalekin stray too close to the stables and endanger their birds. To prevent the worst, the Wood Wailers are seeking volunteers to find and cull the creatures. ※Levequest objectives are deemed complete when all targets have been slain. Be aware that some targets may attempt to flee the battle and join with reinforcements, making it imperative that you deal with them before they have an opportunity to do so.	28	1	1	2	10	20	1	54	94	0	0	34	265	54	80012	65608	True	4	0.8	0	0	165	7	4	1672782	110001	False	3244753	14
551	547	A Tall Odor	I don't suppose you've ever smelled a jackal. It's like sticking your head up an aldgoat's arse and finding a Sahagin corpse covered in moldy stone cheese...but worse (not that I've ever stuck my head up an aldgoat's arse, mind you). Well, to make a long story short, a pack of the foul beasts has taken a liking to the patch of soft grass outside my bedroom window, and now I cannot get a wink of sleep for the smell. I don't care what it takes, I'm ready to pay a sennight's worth of my dock pay to any man who can rid me of those dogs.	51	1	1	1	10	20	1	33	218	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65590	True	4	0.8	0	0	166	6	5	2540254	110020	True	4165477	14
552	548	The Sprite of Competition	Ever since Wawalago began posting each puller's daily catch count on the guild wall, the competition to be number one has become brutal...to the point that some pullers are even resorting to thievery and sabotage. I, on the other hand, have opted to use my boundless wit to get ahead. My plan is to toss the cores of lightning sprites into the sea, and then simply scoop up the stunned fish as they float to the top. Brilliant, wouldn't you say? Now, all I need are a few fresh cores, and am ready to pay top gil for them.	150	1	1	1	10	20	1	33	218	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65591	True	4	0.8	0	0	166	10	5	2540254	110020	True	4165468	14
553	549	Jackal and the Livestock	Jackals are known to feed on carrion, too cowardly to attack a living creature; however, there have been reports of a certain pack which has grown bold, attacking weakened and diseased beastkin before they die. If left alone, it may not be long before the pack begins hunting the area's livestock...or even worse─its tenders. The Yellowjackets are offering a reward to those who find the bloodthirsty jackals and slay them.	55	1	1	1	10	20	1	33	218	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65592	True	4	0.8	0	0	166	7	5	2540254	110020	True	4165475	14
554	550	Shock Therapy	A pair of troublemaking imps have disguised themselves as lightning sprites and taken to literally shocking innocent travelers along the De Nevelle Westroad. The Yellowjackets seek volunteers to locate the imps and slay them. This can be accomplished by first collecting pollen clusters from local roselings, and then sprinkling the irritant on suspicious-looking sprites.	55	1	1	1	10	20	1	33	218	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65593	True	4	0.8	0	0	166	13	5	2540254	110020	True	4165468	14
555	551	At the Gates	North and South Tidegate serve to protect the central and eastern parts of La Noscea from the Sahagin and their mindless servants, the Serpent Reavers, so it is imperative that the outposts are well supplied. Caravans delivering rations and materiel traverse the De Nevelle Westroad daily, but only a fraction of the birds ever arrive, due to frequent ambushes. The Yellowjackets have already bolstered their presence at several checkpoints along the route, but require the aid of adventurers to patrol the areas they cannot cover.	55	1	1	1	10	20	1	33	218	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65594	True	4	0.8	0	0	166	11	5	2540254	110020	True	4165475	14
556	552	懐柔任務：入植地の番犬候補	入植地がジャッカルの脅威にさらされています。でも、あの獰猛な獣を番犬にできれば、かなり心強いのではないでしょうか。まだ幼い「ジャッカル・パッブ」を探して、捕まえやすいように大人しくさせてください。	51	1	1	1	10	20	1	33	218	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65595	True	4	0.8	0	0	166	23	5	2540254	110020	True	4165479	14
557	553	Fresh Meat	The crew of the <Emphasis>Orion</Emphasis>, spoiled by long stays in Limsa Lominsa and Radz–at–Han, has grown too accustomed to the luxuries of the land─one of those being freshly cooked meat. Now, the spoiled sailors are saying that they will not stand for any more jerked beef or salted pork, and refuse to set sail until a section of the cargo bay is corralled off and stocked with live dodos. Why not just release the sailors and find new ones? Well, it could be that I, too, wouldn't mind a fresh roasted leg every now and again while on those long sea journeys, and am ready to pay a fair sum of coin for any dodo delivered to me alive.	50	1	1	1	10	20	1	33	218	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65686	True	4	0.8	0	0	166	23	5	2540254	110020	True	4165468	14
558	554	捜索任務：ばらまかれた妖花の種	荒れ果てた畑を復興させたいのですが、どうやら妖花が蔓延り始めているようです。これ以上、妖花が増えないように「妖花の種」を探して取り除いてください。ただし、魔物に襲われる危険性もあるのでお気を付けて。	51	1	1	1	10	20	1	33	218	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65687	True	4	0.8	0	0	166	40	5	2540254	110020	True	4165478	14
559	555	No Egg to Stand On	Believe it or not, the area around Swiftperch was once covered with golden sunset wheat as far as the eye could see. The Calamity, however, put an end to that, claiming the lives of the men and women who tended the land. With no one to till the fields, they were quickly reclaimed by nature's firm grasp. The remaining residents of Swiftperch still dream of a day when the fields run gold again, and a few of us are working to see that dream realized. We have already begun to clear away trees and rocks, but when it comes to the wild dodos which now live on the old farms, we are helpless, and must request the aid of adventurers. We don't ask that you slay the beasts, but merely take their eggs so this generation is their last.	51	1	1	1	10	20	1	33	218	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65688	True	4	0.8	0	0	166	40	5	2540254	110020	True	4165479	14
560	556	Grabbing Crabs	Megalocrabs are eating all the fish in my hole...and Wawalago has the nerve to chide me over not meeting my daily quota! Well, I'll show him! I'll use the money he hides behind the giant stuffed Yugr'am salmon hanging in his office to hire an adventurer to slay all the crabs for me! Whoever accepts this task must be forewarned─the megalocrabs will run for help when injured. Be properly prepared to make chase.	150	1	1	1	10	20	1	33	218	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65689	True	4	0.8	0	0	166	7	4	2540254	110020	False	4165468	14
561	557	Reeking Havoc	The stagnant pools which have collected around the recently uncovered ruins in the Footfalls are prime spawning locations for all sorts of putrid-smelling wavekin such as orobon and gigantoads. Their noisome odor puts our chocobos into a right frenzy, making trips from Horizon to Vesper Bay somewhat of a bother for the poor birds' handlers. Any assistance in ridding the roadside waters of these creatures will be greatly appreciated and well rewarded.	88	1	1	3	10	20	1	42	271	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65578	True	4	0.8	0	0	167	6	5	2540071	110026	True	3446678	14
562	558	Skin-deep	While peisteskin garments have long been popular in Ul'dah, the people of the city–state prefer the thin, supple skins of post-molt peistes to the tough, glossy skins of pre-molt ones. The thin skins, however, have never sold well in Limsa Lominsa, where the weather is colder and wetter. Could it be that Lominsans might prefer the thicker skins? If so, the Seventy-Seven Caravans need to know, and are petitioning adventurers to help them gather the item.	88	1	1	3	10	20	1	42	271	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65579	True	4	0.8	0	0	167	10	5	2540071	110026	True	3446677	14
563	559	Beak to Beak	After losing a single chocobo to a crazed guillotine beak, the Seventy-Seven Caravans had the gall to post flyers all over Ul'dah claiming the negligence of the Brass Blades who were assigned to escort the birds. We boys of the Rose have decided to repay the favor by collecting the heads of a hundred guillotine beaks and then hiring the Seventy-Seven Caravans to deliver the bloody cargo to their own front doors. We'll see the pockets of those kind souls who help us with our revenge lined with gil.	89	1	1	3	10	20	1	42	271	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65580	True	4	0.8	0	0	167	7	5	2540071	110026	True	3446678	14
564	560	Out of Body, Out of Mind	I am a thaumaturge, versed in the dark art of curses. For twenty summers have I studied methods of transposing the soul of the dead into the body of the living, and last night, I finally accomplished my goal...only to have that accomplishment fly out my laboratory window. I knew I should not have used vultures for my experiments! Now, possessed and potentially dangerous abominations are circling about Thanalan, quite possibly fixing to excrete on some poor man's head before pecking out his eyes. I must ask for assistance in locating the birds and disposing of them...but not before drawing out the undead souls with the finger of a voidsent bomb.	90	1	1	3	10	20	1	42	271	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65581	True	4	0.8	0	0	167	13	5	2540071	110026	True	3446679	14
565	561	Field of Beans	The sultana, in her mercy, has ordered ground broken for a new lentil plantation, so that her less fortunate subjects might have their bellies filled. A location near Nophica's Wells has been chosen for its close proximity to water. Unfortunately, the area is also known as a breeding ground for violent creatures. To ensure the safety of the farmers who will be sent to till the land, Her Grace seeks adventurers to visit the site of the future plantation and rid it of all pests.	84	1	1	3	10	20	1	42	271	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65582	True	4	0.8	0	0	167	11	5	2540071	110026	True	3446681	14
566	562	懐柔任務：発破代わりのボム	固い岩盤を砕くのに高額な発破を使い続けていては採算が合わん。そこで、坑道に突入させたボムに着火して、岩盤を爆砕する新工法を考案したんだ。発破代わりのボムを捕獲するため、奴らを弱らせて落ち着かせてほしい。	91	1	1	3	10	20	1	42	271	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65583	True	4	0.8	0	0	167	23	5	2540071	110026	True	3446681	14
567	563	You Cannot Kill the Metal	With assistance from the Alchemists' Guild, Amajina & Sons have discovered a new method of extracting the small traces of metal from low-grade ore containing high quantities of impurities. This method requires feeding coblyns ore and then waiting for the creatures' bodies to pass the impurities. Once the impurities have left its body, the coblyn is thrown into a forge where the body is burned away, leaving only pure metal─the only drawback being the coblyn is lost in the process. And thus, the Mineral Concern is seeking adventurers to pacify and capture living coblyns, and will pay for each one delivered.	91	1	1	3	10	20	1	42	271	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65632	True	4	0.8	0	0	167	23	5	2540071	110026	True	3446677	14
568	564	捜索任務：ペイストの罠	この辺りに生息する獰猛なペイストが、治安上の問題になっていてな。奴らを確実に駆逐するため罠を仕掛けておいた。エサとして「ドードーの腐肉」を置いておいたので、近づいてきたペイストを仕留めるのだ。	89	1	1	3	10	20	1	42	271	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65633	True	4	0.8	0	0	167	40	5	2540071	110026	True	3446679	14
569	565	From Ruins to Riches	If a man told you he was thankful for the destruction wrought during the Calamity, you would most likely think his brain addled. Well, for a scholar of antiquity such as myself, the Calamity was a godssend, for it uncovered a wealth of knowledge in the form of ruins from eras past. If only it had come sooner, I would have had more time to document all the wonders! Now, in the twilight of my years in this realm, I am unable to make the long, perilous journeys to the unearthed cities. I can, however, offer coin to adventurers who would make the journey in my stead and bring back relics so that I may study them here in my home.	92	1	1	3	10	20	1	42	271	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65634	True	4	0.8	0	0	167	40	5	2540071	110026	True	3446678	14
570	566	What Peistes Crave	It is a well-documented fact that peistes prefer Lalafellin meat to that of the other four races. Various opinions on the reasons behind this have been long debated, with the most widely accepted being that the squat, rotund build of the Lalafell makes them easier to swallow whole. Seeing that the majority of Ul'dah's population is made up of Lalafells, this makes the hills of Thanalan a perfect feeding ground for the giant scalekin, and this is why the Brass Blades are constantly seeking volunteers to travel to the hills and slay the creatures before they find their next meal.	89	1	1	3	10	20	1	42	271	0	0	34	265	42	80013	65635	True	4	0.8	0	0	167	7	4	2540071	110026	False	3446678	14
571	567	Monkey Business	A pack of lemurs from the North Shroud and a pack of opo–opos from the South Shroud have both converged on Nine Ivies in search of food, and now fight constantly over foraging rights. These scuffles often take place in or nearby populated areas, and have already caused injuries to livestock and one particularly unfortunate child. To restore balance to the area, the Wood Wailers seek volunteers to assist in thinning both packs so that they may be compelled to return to the corners of the wood whence they came.	30	1	1	2	15	20	1	55	107	0	0	34	265	55	80012	65569	True	4	0.8	0	0	168	6	5	1646078	110003	True	3251859	14
572	568	Something in the Mead	To add a wee kick to my world-famous mead, I always drop a few honeybee stingers into the bottles before applying the corks. I'll generously reward any adventurer who can bring me several fresh honeybees before I bottle my next batch.	31	1	1	2	15	20	1	55	107	0	0	34	265	55	80012	65570	True	4	0.8	0	0	168	10	5	1646078	110003	True	3258960	14
573	569	Can't Say No to Gnat	Over the past several moons, once-docile honeybees have grown increasingly violent. Conjurers' Guild officials believe the phenomenon to be the result of a pus gnat infestation. The pus gnat emits a scent similar to, but several times more potent than, that of the honeybee queen, causing soldiers and workers alike to abandon their normal duties and flock to the creature. The gnat, in turn, commands the bees to attack its foes in its stead. If something is not done immediately, it won't be long before all the hives in the Twelveswood are abandoned, and the flow of honey brought to a halt.	32	1	1	2	15	20	1	55	107	0	0	34	265	55	80012	65571	True	4	0.8	0	0	168	7	5	1646078	110003	True	3258961	14
574	570	Ochus Bite, Leaves Bleed	Leafbleed is a terrible blight that causes plants to leak their juices until they eventually wither and die. The sickness is normally carried by beast- and vilekin who infect plants when they feed upon them; however, ochus have also been known to be carriers, though why they remain unaffected by the symptoms remains a mystery. To prevent the spread of leafbleed through ochus, the Trappers' League is offering a reward for the slaying of each afflicted seedkin.	20	1	1	2	15	20	1	55	107	0	0	34	265	55	80012	65572	True	4	0.8	0	0	168	13	5	1646078	110003	True	3258961	14
575	571	Stew for Two	Caps of red, good as dead. Caps of white, stew tonight. My mother taught me that rhyme to make sure I never mistakenly ate the poisonous redcaps that grow throughout the Twelveswood. I also suppose she taught me it so that I'd bring home whitecaps for supper whenever I found them. While my duties here at the hut keep me from exploring the forest like I did when I was a girl, I still find that every now and then I crave a bowl of my mother's famous mushroom stew. My husband and I will pay a fair price for any whitecaps delivered to our home, but only if they have been handpicked, and not sliced clumsily from the ground with some brutish blade.	33	1	1	2	15	20	1	55	107	0	0	34	265	55	80012	65622	True	4	0.8	0	0	168	40	5	1646078	110003	True	3251859	14
576	572	A Guest for Supper	Four summers past, while on my morning walk through the forest, I had the misfortune of happening upon a Coeurlclaw trap. The jaws dug deep, preventing me from removing the foul contraption from my leg. I shouted for help for three straight bells, but this was soon after the Calamity, and there were still few travelers in the area. Before long, the smell of my lifeblood soaking into the forest floor had attracted several hungry beasts, and I knew then that the end was nigh. I closed my eyes and began reciting my final prayers to the Matron...when a Qiqirn emerged from the trees, swiftly drove the beasts away, and removed the trap. If it had not been for that kind creature, I surely would have perished that day, and so ever since, I have invited the Qiqirn down from his hovel to dine at my cookfire. In recent years, he has grown old, and can no longer make the journey here himself, so I seek the services of kind adventurers to assist him on the road.	34	1	1	2	15	20	1	55	107	0	0	34	265	55	80012	65623	True	4	0.8	0	0	168	41	5	1646078	110003	True	3942505	14
577	573	The Transporter	A young sylph has wandered into Amarissaix's Spire, tired and frightened. The Wood Wailers on duty at the outpost have provided the wayward sapling with water and shelter, but are afraid they will not be able to care for the child much longer. They seek a volunteer to escort the sylph to Little Solace.	30	1	1	2	15	20	1	55	107	0	0	34	265	55	80012	65624	True	4	0.8	0	0	168	41	4	1646078	110003	False	3258963	14
578	574	Sucked Dry	Last night, a large swath of our barley fields was trampled by what appeared to be several of the local aurochs. The quiet beasts had never approached the fields before, so the other brewers and I went to see if aught was amiss. Lo and behold, we found that the aurochs had been bitten by bloodsucking bats, and were no longer right in the head. We put the poor creatures down, but were unable to find the culprits. If the bats are not found and eliminated, we risk losing our whole crop.	58	1	1	1	15	20	1	33	223	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65596	True	4	0.8	0	0	169	7	5	2540476	110021	True	4165480	14
579	575	A Glamourous Life	Several imps locked up in the brig escaped by donning magicked glamours which made them appear as if they were men. The malicious voidsent now roam western La Noscea, free to torment the poor souls they hap across. The Yellowjackets are petitioning adventurers to aid in their search for the creatures. It is said that the light of the evenfall firefly can dispel an imp's glamour, and all those participating in the hunt are recommended to first collect firefly abdomens and use them on suspicious-looking characters wandering aimlessly about the hills.	56	1	1	1	15	20	1	33	223	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65597	True	4	0.8	0	0	169	13	5	2540476	110021	True	4165482	14
580	576	First to Reave	The Serpent Reavers, heartless villains who have sold their souls to the Sahagin for a dream of endless plunder, have increased activity along the De Nevelle Westroad, preying upon weary travelers. The Yellowjackets cannot well cover the whole area and seek adventurers willing to volunteer their blades for irregular patrols.	56	1	1	1	15	20	1	33	223	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65598	True	4	0.8	0	0	169	11	5	2540476	110021	True	4165480	14
581	577	Beasts of Bourbon	No doubt you've seen the giant aurochs which graze in the nearby hills. Word has it they were brought over from some far-off land generations ago to be raised and bred for their milk and meat. The Calamity saw that experiment to an end, and now the remaining beasts have grown wild and taken to attacking their former masters. I reckon, however, that if one were able to pacify the creatures they could once again be domesticated. My distillery could use a few strong aurochs to bear bourbon casks to Limsa, and I'd be willing to pay any man who could accommodate me.	58	1	1	1	15	20	1	33	223	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65599	True	4	0.8	0	0	169	23	5	2540476	110021	True	4165483	14
582	578	Field Testing	I take pride in the quality of my ale, so I make certain to personally test each batch before shipping to ensure my customers will be satisfied. The only problem is, ofttimes I test a tad more than might be necessary. Such was the case last night when, after a bell or five of quality assurance, I woke in a field surrounded by angry aurochs. It wasn't until I was back in my cellar, the door locked firmly behind me, that I realized I had left several bottles of ale in that beast-ridden field. I'd be right appreciative of any soul who might go and retrieve that ale.	58	1	1	1	15	20	1	33	223	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65600	True	4	0.8	0	0	169	40	5	2540476	110021	True	4165483	14
583	579	Barley Legal	I'm looking to increase my brewery's output, but, to do so, require a steady supply of quality barley. The farms around Aleport are already under contract with several other brewers and have no more grain to sell, but I have heard word of growers in Swiftperch who might be willing to part with a portion of their crop. As I am not a disciple of any of the martial or magical arts, I fear that I might not make it to the settlement with my life, and therefore am looking to hire an escort who will see to my safety until arriving in Swiftperch.	59	1	1	1	15	20	1	33	223	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65601	True	4	0.8	0	0	169	41	5	2540476	110021	True	4165484	14
584	580	Tail in Tow	Memeroon likes sparkly shinies. Memeroon walks to man lands to trade good goods for shining sparklies. But Memeroon cannot be going home! Memeroon afraid bad bandits will be taking Memeroon's sparklies. Is there not kind adventurer to keep Memeroon safe? Memeroon shares shinies to keep Memeroon safe!	66	1	1	1	15	20	1	33	223	0	0	34	265	33	80011	65728	True	4	0.8	0	0	169	41	4	2540476	110021	False	4165484	14
585	581	The Enterprise of Undeath	There are those who, upon death, are, for whatever reason, unable to make the journey to Thal's realm. These wrathful souls remain trapped in the realm of Nald, where they roam aimlessly, blinded by rage, until they hap across an innocent victim...and, well, the outcome is oft too gruesome to put to parchment. We servants of the Traders wish only to see the tormented back on the proper path, but require the aid of martially inclined adventurers to do so, for the only way to release the undead from this realm is to first break the bond the soul has with its decaying corporeal counterpart. Only then can we conduct the remaining rites to see the soul at peace.	80	1	1	3	15	20	1	44	300	0	0	34	265	44	80013	65584	True	4	0.8	0	0	170	6	5	2540213	110024	True	3446699	14
586	582	追撃任務：砂を呼ぶゴート	ゴートの生息数が目に見えて増えている。このままの勢いで繁殖すれば、やがて草は食い尽くされ、周辺の砂漠化が一挙に進むだろう。キャンプが砂に埋もれる事態を防ぐためにも、ゴートの数を減らしてほしいのだ。	93	1	1	3	15	20	1	44	300	0	0	34	265	44	80013	65585	True	4	0.8	0	0	170	7	5	2540213	110024	True	3446695	14
587	583	A Simple Solution	Several mischievous shape-shifting imps charged with setting over a hundred different fires, many of which led to the deaths of humble farmfolk, have escaped from their inescapable cell in the Marasaja Pit. After conducting a realm-wide search to capture the villainous voidsent, the Brass Blades believe they finally have cornered them somewhere in Drybone. To ensure that they do not let the criminals slip through their fingers, the Blades are seeking adventurers to assist in the search process, which involves collecting firefly abdomens and casting them on tuco–tucos─any of which could be an imp─to dissolve the creatures' glamours.	93	1	1	3	15	20	1	44	300	0	0	34	265	44	80013	65586	True	4	0.8	0	0	170	13	5	2540213	110024	True	3446703	14
588	584	Death with Indignity	The lichyard of the Church of Saint Adama Landama is the final resting place for those who do not have the means to see their bodies interred in the sultanate's great stone mausoleums. We provide salvation in death for those who could not find the same in life. We ask no coin of those who seek our aid, and conduct our work solely with the alms provided us by the city–state's few philanthropists. Charity, however, is a rare virtue in Ul'dah, and our “visitors” are forced to forgo many of the luxuries, such as a proper headstone or an embalming, that the wealthy are granted upon their passing. This inequity can kindle flames of wrath which can ultimately prevent a soul from completing its journey to the realm of Thal. These souls must needs be cleansed of their anger so that they may find peace, and we at the lichyard seek adventurers to aid us in doing so.	80	1	1	3	15	20	1	44	300	0	0	34	265	44	80013	65587	True	4	0.8	0	0	170	10	5	2540213	110024	True	3446726	14
589	585	Going for Goat	Yes, chocobos are quick, strong, and reliable, but with their narrow backs, they can only bear so much burden. But I ask you this─what if one were to train a larger beast, such as an aldgoat? Over twice the cargo could be hauled with half the number of animals! Profits would double, nay triple, overnight! I must test my theory immediately, but, as a mere merchant, do not have the means of taming and pacifying an aldgoat on my own. There is good coin to be made for any adventurer who might help me in seeing my dream realized.	94	1	1	3	15	20	1	44	300	0	0	34	265	44	80013	65588	True	4	0.8	0	0	170	23	5	2540213	110024	True	3446720	14
590	586	Earthbound	Since the Calamity, there has been much imbalance in the elements. Founts of over-aspected aether erupt from the soil and manifest into corrupted crystals. These crystals, in turn, attract the most unsavory of creatures, the most common of all being elemental sprites who, upon absorbing the crystals, become corrupted themselves. The Brass Blades are seeking adventurers to comb the desert and find the crystals, slaying any corrupted sprites encountered.	93	1	1	3	15	20	1	44	300	0	0	34	265	44	80013	65589	True	4	0.8	0	0	170	40	5	2540213	110024	True	3446695	14
591	587	The Missing Merchant	A Gridanian merchant was to arrive in Ul'dah today to discuss a long-term shipping agreement with the Seventy-Seven Caravans, but even as the twenty-fourth bell struck, he had yet to arrive at the agreed upon meeting place. We fear that he may be incapacitated and require an escort to complete the remainder of his journey. A reward will be paid to any adventurer who will locate the merchant and deliver him safely to the Immortal Flames.	94	1	1	3	15	20	1	44	300	0	0	34	265	44	80013	65639	True	4	0.8	0	0	170	41	5	2540213	110024	True	4085099	14
592	588	The Law Won	Despite the fact sultanate law clearly forbids any and all business dealings with beast tribes deemed hostile, a goblin merchant has chosen to ignore the law and peddle his wares to the Amalj'aa. The Brass Blades cannot allow this, and seek adventurers to locate the merchant and bid him cease. He is, however, by no means to be hurt. Goblins are considered harmless and have been granted leave to conduct commerce within the city–state, so we ask that adventurers simply lead him away from Amalj'aa lands towards central Thanalan.	93	1	1	3	15	20	1	44	300	0	0	34	265	44	80013	65640	True	4	0.8	0	0	170	41	4	2540213	110024	False	4085097	14
593	589	Belly Up	A band of Miqo'te poachers calling themselves the Coeurlclaws has been attacking travelers on the roads to and from Gridania. The Wood Wailers do not have the resources to patrol each and every path in the Twelveswood and seek adventurers to help fill in the gaps, engaging any bandits they come across.	35	1	1	2	20	20	1	56	129	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65574	True	4	0.8	0	0	171	6	5	2257020	110005	True	3258966	14
594	590	No Leaves Left Behind	For generations, hamlet healers have applied the sticky leaves of various landtrap creatures to burns and cuts to help quicken their mending. Unfortunately, ever more frequent confrontations with neighboring beast tribes have seen demand for the leaves overtake supply. To see that those injured are not left to suffer, good coin will be paid for freshly harvested specimens.	149	1	1	2	20	20	1	56	129	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65575	True	4	0.8	0	0	171	10	5	2257020	110005	True	3258965	14
595	591	What's Yours Is Mine	Emboldened by a handful of successful forays into outlying areas of the Twelveswood, a ragtag band of poachers known as the Coeurlclaws has now begun raiding the central parts of the forest, slaying wildlife protected by Stillglade Fane edicts. The Wood Wailers are seeking volunteers to hunt down these villains and retrieve the ill-gotten trophies...by any means necessary.	35	1	1	2	20	20	1	56	129	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65576	True	4	0.8	0	0	171	10	5	2257020	110005	True	3258966	14
596	592	The Root of the Problem	A pack of normally placid antelopes has grown frenzied and begun attacking botanists participating in the Greatloam Growery's reforestation project. After inspecting the carcass of one of the beastkin, it is believed the animals must have eaten the leaves of the blackroot rose, known to cause horrible visions and induce extreme fits of violence. In their current state, the animals are a threat to the botanists, the forest, and themselves, and so to prevent any further incidents, it has been decided that the antelopes must be put down. Our guild is searching for adventurers willing to carry out the grim task.	23	1	1	2	20	20	1	56	129	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65577	True	4	0.8	0	0	171	7	5	2257020	110005	True	3258964	14
597	593	Killing Beasts Softly	The Calamity is far behind us, yet poor souls seeking succor continue to arrive in Quarrymill with each turn of the sun. To see to it that their passage through our lands is free of danger, the hamlet seeks adventurers willing to patrol the surrounding wood and clear it of any creatures who may pose a threat to the refugees.	35	1	1	2	20	20	1	56	129	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65625	True	4	0.8	0	0	171	11	5	2257020	110005	True	3258966	14
598	594	It's a Trap	The Keepers of the Moon who make Quarrymill their home have recently been troubled by Coeurlclaw poachers who litter the area with their deadly iron leg traps. Three young women and a breeding male have already had to have their legs amputated after suffering wounds from these deadly hunting instruments. To ensure that the clan suffers no further casualties, the Trappers' League has put a call out to local adventurers to assist in the search and disposal of hidden traps.	20	1	1	2	20	20	1	56	129	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65626	True	4	0.8	0	0	171	40	5	2257020	110005	True	3258965	14
599	595	It's Hard Being Moogle	I won't say it's easy being the most adored moogle bard in all the Twelveswood, what with the constant hounding by fans for autographs, the barrage of requests from <Emphasis>The Matron's Bounty</Emphasis> to <Emphasis>The Sailor and the Sea</Emphasis>, or the incessant pinching of my tender buttocks because they're “soft as a cloud.” Why, in order to see that I arrive at my appointments in time and in one piece, I must constantly employ a bodyguard to protect me from my more “spirited” admirers.	37	1	1	2	20	20	1	56	129	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65627	True	4	0.8	0	0	171	41	5	2257020	110005	True	3258964	14
600	596	Treevenge	A new underhanded technique involving the provocation of peaceful treants to create confusion during robberies is being employed by an increasing number of local highwaymen. What is worse, these angered seedkin remain agitated long after the bandits have done their damage, resulting in a forest overrun with frenzied foliage. To ensure the safety of innocent bystanders, Stillglade Fane has concocted a special formula which, when sprinkled on a weakened treant, should calm the giant creature. They now seek fearless volunteers to carry out the task.	35	1	1	2	20	20	1	56	129	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65628	True	4	0.8	0	0	171	23	4	2257020	110005	False	3258964	14
601	597	討伐任務：放牧されたドードー退治	卵好きのキキルン族たちが、勝手にドードーを解き放ち放牧し始めました。有毒のブレスを吐くドードーが、このまま繁殖すれば、どんな事故が起こることか。ドードーとキキルン族の獣牧士を退治してください。	60	1	1	1	20	20	1	31	337	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65714	True	4	0.8	0	0	172	6	5	4018485	110027	True	4167150	14
602	598	Claw-struck	Now that spawning season has come to a close, a whole new generation of big claws is ready to step from the sea and wreak havoc on the coastline. The aid of adventurers is required to see that the local fishers and farmers remain free from the crabs' deadly grasp. Remember, the only method of distinguishing a big claw from a megalocrab is by using the core of a lightning sprite. If, when shocked, the crab's shell turns red, the beast must be slain.	60	1	1	1	20	20	1	31	337	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65715	True	4	0.8	0	0	172	13	5	4018485	110027	True	4167151	14
603	599	The Light Stripes	After losing their ship, the <Emphasis>Beagle</Emphasis>, to the Calamity, the pirates known as the Striped Lightning have taken their banditry to land and now incessantly harass the smallfolk of lower La Noscea, robbing them of their gold, their food, and their daughters. The Yellowjackets mean to put a stop to this madness once and for all, and seek aid in scouring the region for these foul men. It is believed that one of them may be using a trained coeurl to do his killing, and caution is advised.	54	1	1	1	20	20	1	31	337	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65716	True	4	0.8	0	0	172	11	5	4018485	110027	True	4167152	14
604	600	Another Egg Gone	The majority of the meat and grain which feed Moraby Bay is shipped in from Limsa Lominsa and inspected here before being delivered. We do not normally experience much in the way of problems...that is, except when we receive a shipment of eggs. Perhaps it is that nose of theirs, but the Qiqirn always seem to know exactly when we have loaded a crate of eggs onto our docks, and will be hiding in wait, ready to pilfer every last one the moment we turn our backs. Killing the rats would be easy, but the remaining ones would simply keep coming back for more. No, I reckon the only way to stop the creatures from coming back is to see that they are bloodied and bruised so that when they return to their dens, they can tell their brethren what awaits them if they try and steal any more eggs.	60	1	1	1	20	20	1	31	337	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65717	True	4	0.8	0	0	172	23	5	4018485	110027	True	4167150	14
605	601	Strand by Me	It has been five summers since the Calamity, and still yet little is known of the fantastical change wrought upon the land by the unleashing of Bahamut's aether. The queer formations off the Salt Strand are a prime example. How were these pillars formed? Do they continue to grow? Do they pose a threat? To better understand the phenomena, I am studying the elemental balance in the area, and to do so, require samples of water so that I may measure levels of salt and other minerals.	64	1	1	1	20	20	1	31	337	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65718	True	4	0.8	0	0	172	40	5	4018485	110027	True	4167169	14
606	602	Man the Ore	Naldiq & Vymelli's has entered a tentative agreement with a goblin merchant to purchase a sizable quantity of ore his people have gathered while hollowing out the heart of a nearby mountain to create a new city. This new source of ore could mean an end to the current material shortage our company faces, which is why it is imperative that the merchant, currently on his way to Candlekeep Quay to finalize the contract, makes it there safely. Naldiq & Vymelli's is seeking a skilled adventurer to escort the goblin and see that he arrives safely to his destination.	63	1	1	1	20	20	1	31	337	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65719	True	4	0.8	0	0	172	41	5	4018485	110027	True	4167168	14
607	603	The Deathliest Catch	Most megalocrabs feed on fish they find in tidal pools or washed up onshore. There is a variety of crab, however, which prefers the flesh of man over that of marine life. These terrible wavekin are called big claws, and must be put down before they injure any more of Candlekeep Quay's residents. It is almost impossible, however, to distinguish a big claw from a normal megalocrab. That is, unless the core of a lightning elemental is used. When shocked, the shell of a big claw will turn bright red, making it an easy target.	60	1	1	1	20	20	1	31	337	0	0	34	265	31	80011	65720	True	4	0.8	0	0	172	13	4	4018485	110027	False	4167151	14
608	604	Refugee Raw	Five summers have passed since the Calamity, and yet poor souls seeking succor continue to arrive in Quarrymill with each turn of the sun. Though our humble hamlet no longer has the room to provide these refugees with shelter, we feel that it is at least important to supply them with whatever provisions we can before seeing them back on their journeys. To see our storehouses remain stocked with food, we are petitioning the services of adventurers to hunt the nearby wood for raw antelope meat which we will then smoke and jerk.	149	1	1	2	25	20	1	56	129	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65641	True	4	0.8	0	0	173	10	5	2257020	110018	True	3446785	14
609	605	More than Meets the Eye	Two murderous imps captured by a brave band of adventurers and handed over to the Wood Wailers for imprisonment have escaped their chains and somehow stolen from the city. There have been sightings of the voidsent near Quarrymill, and the Holtwatch has already dispatched several units to subdue the fiends. Normally, imps are clever creatures, hiding themselves behind magic glamours, choosing to take up the guise of harmless animals such as galagos or sheep. These ones, however, have chosen to take on the form of Coeurlclaw poachers, making them relatively easy targets for the men and women already hunting the band of thieves. Any assistance in the recapture of the otherworldly escapees is appreciated and will be well rewarded.	35	1	1	2	25	20	1	56	129	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65642	True	4	0.8	0	0	173	13	5	2257020	110018	True	3446785	14
610	606	Necrologos: Olidious Separation	A half-crazed cultist belonging to the Lambs of Dalamud was taken into custody after running naked through New Gridania's aetheryte plaza, screaming strange obscenities at the awestruck passersby. Though thorough questioning revealed little about who she was or whence she came, her speech was littered with mention of the South Shroud and a forbidden tome known as the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>. While it may simply turn out to be the ramblings of this poor, addle-brained soul, Stillglade Fane must be certain that a copy of the tome is not lying somewhere in the forest waiting to be found by an unknowing bystander. They seek volunteers to travel south, search the area, and destroy any pages they may find.	38	1	1	2	25	20	1	56	129	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65643	True	4	0.8	0	0	173	8	5	2257020	110018	True	3446765	14
611	607	Revisiting Raimdelle	A group of naturalists has petitioned the Trappers' League to allow several tests on the local antelope population─the group's goal: to create an updated version of the Raimdelle Codex, revised for the new era. The naturalists have insisted that the samples be brought to them alive, and therefore the League is seeking adventurers skilled in the art of animal pacification to accept this task.	20	1	1	2	25	20	1	56	129	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65644	True	4	0.8	0	0	173	23	5	2257020	110018	True	3446778	14
612	608	Up the Creek	I, like any other warm-blooded man, enjoy the little things in life─a sweet-smelling lass on me lap, an occasional toss of the bones, and a long pull from a bottle of home-brewed grog. Unfortunately, me old bag does not share in that enjoyment, which is why I've been temporarily forbidden from leaving me stead. Now I can survive without the thighs or dice, but a night without me drip and I'm sure as dead. Luckily, I keep a bottle or five of me brew hidden nearby, and I'd be more than willing to bestow a share of me gambling winnings upon any kind soul who'd be kind enough to fetch the bottles and deliver them to me door, discreet-like.	39	1	1	2	25	20	1	56	129	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65645	True	4	0.8	0	0	173	40	5	2257020	110018	True	3446784	14
613	609	Rope a 'Lope	Since the Calamity, the Trappers' League, in conjunction with Stillglade Fane and the Wood Wailers, has established a comprehensive set of guidelines regulating hunting in the Twelveswood in order to see diminished beastkin populations return to their Sixth Astral Era size. One of the animals covered in this edict is the antelope─the guidelines specifically stating that the slaying of any stag or doe under the age of three summers is strictly prohibited. The notorious band of poachers known as the Coeurlclaws, however, have little respect for Gridania's laws, and will often kill any and all creatures who enter their territory. To see that young antelopes are spared this fate, the Trappers' League seeks volunteers to help guide wayward does and stags away from the poachers' demesne.	20	1	1	2	25	20	1	56	129	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65646	True	4	0.8	0	0	173	41	5	2257020	110018	True	3943221	14
614	610	Necrologos: The Beholders	While out in the forest, a hunter claims she witnessed what appeared to be a cultist from the Lambs of Dalamud performing some sort of ceremony with a large black tome. However, before she could drive away the cultist herself, a pack of bloodthirsty beasts set upon the man and proceeded to tear him and his book to shreds, consuming every last piece. Stillglade Fane believes the tome the hunter saw to be a copy of the forbidden <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>, and is seeking adventurers skilled in the arts of war or magic to locate and slay the beasts in question, and retrieve any pages that may remain in their bellies, taking heed that foul creatures may be trapped within the parchment.	38	1	1	2	25	20	1	56	129	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65647	True	4	0.8	0	0	173	8	5	2257020	110018	True	3446778	14
615	611	Dead Men Lie	The Corpse Brigade was once the personal guard of the King of Ruin─Theodoric, last in the line of Ala Mhigan royalty before our city–state's fall to the Garlean Empire. Now, the men and women of the Brigade are naught more than petty criminals defiling the name of our proud nation. I would see all of them rot in the seventh hell before calling them brethren. I have little coin to my name, but will gladly give it all to the man who slays each and every last one of them.	95	1	1	3	25	20	1	45	313	0	0	34	265	45	80013	65648	True	4	0.8	0	0	174	7	5	3974981	110025	True	3437845	14
616	612	Drakes' Misfortune	It was once believed that imps could only disguise themselves as creatures of similar size or stature. However, it was recently discovered that a skilled imp can transform himself into something several times larger when a Brass Blade patrolling Broken Water witnessed one of the voidsent taking on the form of a massive drake. It is now worried that many of the area's scalekin may actually be shape-shifting imps, and the local authorities seek adventurers to investigate. It is believed that, as is the case with other imps, the cores of fire elementals possess the ability to dissipate the glamours.	96	1	1	3	25	20	1	45	313	0	0	34	265	45	80013	65649	True	4	0.8	0	0	174	13	5	3974981	110025	True	3437847	14
617	613	Necrologos: Fluid Corruption	A recently uncovered copy of the dark tome─the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>─was being delivered to the Thaumaturges' Guild for disposal when a band of frenzied monsters, presumably drawn by the evil from within the book, attacked the carriers and made away with their cargo. If the pages were to fall into the wrong hands, much mayhem could be wrought, and so we of the Order of Nald'thal are petitioning adventurers to recover the pages and burn them, dealing with any spirit that may be released from its bonds in the process.	97	1	1	3	25	20	1	45	313	0	0	34	265	45	80013	65650	True	4	0.8	0	0	174	8	5	3974981	110025	True	3437848	14
618	614	Flower Power	A recent rumor claims that when dried, soaked in honey, and then applied to the forehead, sabotender flower petals can cure headaches caused by overdrinking. Do the rumors contain any merit? None employed at the Seventy-Seven Caravans fancies herself a leech or barber, and therefore cannot attest to any of the claims made regarding the flowers' curative properties (or lack thereof). We simply seek to provide a supply to meet the demand, and are offering good coin for sabotenders pacified and delivered to us alive, so that we might grow our profits.	94	1	1	3	25	20	1	45	313	0	0	34	265	45	80013	65651	True	4	0.8	0	0	174	23	5	3974981	110025	True	3437848	14
619	615	Run, Run Away	Little Berahthraben has run off again to visit the grave of his poor mother and father who were lost in the Calamity. He has only seen eight summers, and cannot well make the journey alone. I would fetch the boy myself, but I cannot leave the village, for to do so would mean falling behind in my tasks. I did, however, give my word to Berahthraben's father that if aught were to happen to him, I would care for his son like he were my own. To that end, I am offering a reward to he who can locate the boy and lead him back to safety.	95	1	1	3	25	20	1	45	313	0	0	34	265	45	80013	65652	True	4	0.8	0	0	174	41	5	3974981	110025	True	3982997	14
620	616	Necrologos: The Noctambulist	It has come to our attention that the Corpse Brigade may have acquired a copy of the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis> thought to contain pages on the deadly voidsent known as Vodoriga. The Corpse Brigade will only use this knowledge to further their nefarious schemes, so it is imperative that the book is retrieved, its pages destroyed, and the creature trapped within sent back into the furthest reaches of the void.	97	1	1	3	25	20	1	45	313	0	0	34	265	45	80013	65653	True	4	0.8	0	0	174	8	4	3974981	110025	False	3437845	14
621	617	A Feast in the Forest	A well-fed scout is a happy scout, or so says the old Wood Wailer adage, and so Third Spear Averay the Ardent makes sure that on the first sun of every moon, his men and women are treated to only the finest fare the forest has to offer. To feed the scores of hungry mouths under his command, however, a plethora of plump orobon and juicy vulture is required, and so he seeks out adventurers willing to brave the wilds and bring basketfuls of flavorful fodder back to the barracks.	40	1	1	2	30	20	1	56	123	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65680	True	4	0.8	0	0	175	10	5	3643652	110011	True	3799684	14
622	618	Black Market Down	It has been learned that local poachers will be selling their ill-gotten trophies somewhere near the ruins of the old Sixth Astral Era airship landing. The Wood Wailers seek well-trained Disciples of War or Magic to join them in locating the foul criminals and delivering justice deserving of all those who would defile the forest.	40	1	1	2	30	20	1	56	123	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65681	True	4	0.8	0	0	175	7	5	3643652	110011	True	3799687	14
623	619	Necrologos: Brand of the Impure	Earlier this morning, a caravan transporting a copy of the forbidden tome known as the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis> was attacked by a pack of frenzied opo-opos just moments after departing Camp Tranquil. The beasts succeeded in making off with most of the caravan's baggage, leaving what they didn't take in ruin. The opo-opos, however, showed little interest in the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>, and the extent of their damage to the tome was limited to a portion ripped from the binding during the struggle─the pages in question belonging to a chapter on voidsent. The chapter is thought to still be scattered about the immediate area, and Stillglade Fane seeks brave volunteers to collect the pages and destroy whatever foul abominations escape the wards inscribed upon them.	41	1	1	2	30	20	1	56	123	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65682	True	4	0.8	0	0	175	8	5	3643652	110011	True	3799684	14
624	620	Adamantoise Tears	Several adamantoises, a species of giant turtle not native to the Twelveswood, have been spotted laying eggs in the muddy flatlands surrounding Camp Tranquil. After communing with the spirits of the forest, the Elder Seedseer has deemed the scalekin harmful to the region's natural order and authorized the culling of the creatures and the disposal of their eggs. Recognizing an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, the Wood Wailers are offering to purchase any undamaged adamantoise eggs found in the area...so that they may incorporate them in their daily rations.	40	1	1	2	30	20	1	56	123	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65683	True	4	0.8	0	0	175	40	5	3643652	110011	True	3799688	14
625	621	Woodcross Busydeal	Good gobbie wants busydeal with uplander having wideheart and unfull purse needing of jinglyshine! Guttrix Sliverpicks is goodly goodsbearer from dustylands come to trade tongueflaps with treelanders. But treeland having overmany lustyeye beasties, so Guttrix makes not woodcross with safety! Guttrix needing of stonearm uplander what walks and cuts with fastness. Uplander gives walkpath safety, then Guttrix makes uplander purse full of jinglyshine!	42	1	1	2	30	20	1	56	123	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65684	True	4	0.8	0	0	175	41	5	3643652	110011	True	3799684	14
626	622	Where the Fur's At	After the lengthy interrogation of a recently captured Coeurlclaw member, the Wood Wailers have discovered the precise location of several stockpiles of prohibited furs. As there is a countless number of these hidden stashes, the Wailers are currently enlisting the aid of able-bodied adventurers to not only retrieve the contraband but also see to the “handling” of any poachers who may attempt to protect it.	40	1	1	2	30	20	1	56	123	0	0	34	265	56	80012	65685	True	4	0.8	0	0	175	40	4	3643652	110011	False	3799688	14
627	623	Sol Survivors	Without the funding provided so generously by Master Gegeruju, the village of Costa del Sol would still be naught more than a handful of salt-worn lean-tos rotting on the sands of Bloodshore. Not only did milord see the manors built and the palms planted, but the beaches cleared of all manner of sea creature so that the people here might live out their lives in peace. The creatures, however, do not share Master Gegeruju's sentiments when it comes to who now claims dominion over this slice of paradise, and are constantly attempting their return. Milord is ready to pay those who would aid in maintaining the coastline's current pristine state. As always, money is no object.	61	1	1	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	34	265	32	80011	65721	True	4	0.8	0	0	176	6	5	3999029	110047	True	4167305	14
628	624	Call Me Mating	The mating call of the apkallus nesting nearby Costa del Sol is preventing Master Gegeruju from achieving the eight bells of sleep he requires each night to maintain the youthful glow of his skin. Milord seeks an adventurer who is willing to do “all that it takes” to see the cloudkin silenced once and for all. As always, money is no object.	61	1	1	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	34	265	32	80011	65722	True	4	0.8	0	0	176	7	5	3999029	110047	True	4167315	14
629	625	Necrologos: Igneous Toil	A copy of the forbidden tome, the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>, was recently discovered by wealthy Costa del Sol resident and avid collector of antiquities Gegeruju amongst a shipment of ancient logs and journals purchased from a Radz–at–Han sailing company. The Lalafell claims to know naught regarding whence the tome came or how it happened to make its way in with his shipment, but ensures Mealvaan's Gate that he unbound and disposed of the book promptly. This, however, is easier said than done, and we believe that the pages still may exist in some form, mixed in with the detritus gathered on the beaches of Bloodshore. Adventurers are sought to locate the pages and properly dispose of them after defeating the creature bound within.	67	1	1	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	34	265	32	80011	65723	True	4	0.8	0	0	176	8	5	3999029	110047	True	4167317	14
630	626	Birds of a Feather	Master Gegeruju's pet colibri have flown their coop, leaving milord overcome with despair. The colibri is a highly intelligent bird which does not take well to captivity, so they may require a bit of “coercing” before agreeing to return. Do what you must, and remember that, as always, money is no object.	61	1	1	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	34	265	32	80011	65724	True	4	0.8	0	0	176	23	5	3999029	110047	True	4167315	14
631	627	Out to Sea	That damned Qiqirn porter who is in charge of delivering my orders from Wineport went and dropped a whole crate of Sixth Astral Era reserve into the ocean! I've already found a good mercenary to deal with the rat, but I still require assistance in recovering the lost bottles before the brine soaks into the corks, ruining the wine.	65	1	1	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	34	265	32	80011	65725	True	4	0.8	0	0	176	40	5	3999029	110047	True	4167311	14
632	628	Clearing Steer	A young buffalo has become separated from its mother and wandered near Costa del Sol. If Master Gegeruju were to learn of this, he would order me out to kill the poor beast...something I simply do not have the heart to do. If there were someone who would be willing to lead the buffalo down toward Gullperch, I would see that he is handsomely rewarded.	62	1	1	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	34	265	32	80011	65726	True	4	0.8	0	0	176	41	5	3999029	110047	True	4167320	14
633	629	Under Foot	Last evening on his nightly walk through the jungle, Master Gegeruju was assaulted by a beetle who shrewdly maneuvered himself directly under milord's bare left foot as he stepped down onto the sand. Needless to say, the master was infuriated and has since ordered the slaying of every creature in the area so that no other might experience the suffering he did. Adventurers are sought to carry out his orders, and, as always, money is no object.	61	1	1	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	34	265	32	80011	65727	True	4	0.8	0	0	176	11	4	3999029	110047	False	4167305	14
634	630	Coeurl Scratch Fever	Yesterday, I sent my son to Costa del Sol to deliver a cask of wine, only to have him return a few bells later, his face cut and his tunic torn to shreds. As he tells it, a coeurl three times his size leapt down from a tree and began attacking him. Thankfully he remembered the knife I always have him carry, and used it to drive the beast back. Once there was enough distance betwixt the two, my son made his escape...but not before suffering injuries which will keep him from his duties for nigh on a full moon. Even after he heals, I will fear for his safety as long as that beast is roaming free. If someone were to slay it, I would see him properly rewarded.	68	1	1	1	35	20	1	32	216	0	0	34	265	32	80011	65654	True	4	0.8	0	0	178	7	5	3629068	110057	True	3629736	14
635	631	Walk Like a Mandragora	Godsdamned imps have been sneaking their way into my cellar and filling my aging casks right full of holes. I'd have my good son deal with the menace, but he was mauled by a coeurl not a few nights back. And myself? Well, I'm simply too along in years to stand up to one of them voidsent. I do have coin, though, and will pay any able-bodied man or woman to hunt down them imps and see they don't bother me and mine anymore. It might be the clever beasties have disguised themselves in the skins of harmless mandragoras, but that glamour is easily dispelled with the brightseed of a will-o'-the-wisp.	68	1	1	1	35	20	1	32	216	0	0	34	265	32	80011	65655	True	4	0.8	0	0	178	13	5	3629068	110057	True	3629738	14
636	632	Necrologos: Igneous Moil	Goblin fanatics thought to serve under the enigmatic Brayflox were recently witnessed transporting a copy of the forbidden tome, the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>, to their jungle settlement. It is not known for what purpose they possess the book, but considering the fell power it contains, it cannot be allowed to remain in the goblins' possession. Mealvaan's Gate requires adventurers to seek out the tome's pages, retrieve them by any means necessary, and then see them (and the creature they contain) destroyed.	67	1	1	1	35	20	1	32	216	0	0	34	265	32	80011	65656	True	4	0.8	0	0	178	8	5	3629068	110057	True	3629769	14
637	633	Bud Bait	Wild buffaloes have begun roaming closer and closer to Wineport, causing concern for the hamlet's residents. If even one of the colossal beasts were to make its way into the vineyards, the resulting damage would be unthinkable. The Yellowjackets have already begun the relocation of the buffaloes, but still require assistance in removing some of the more violent ones. Use mandragora buds, a favorite fodder of the buffaloes, to lure the creatures into battle.	57	1	1	1	35	20	1	32	216	0	0	34	265	32	80011	65657	True	4	0.8	0	0	178	9	5	3629068	110057	True	3629736	14
638	634	Wonder Wine	The leeches at Camp Bronze Lake have urgent need for several bottles of my best wine. It seems the fighting with the kobolds of O'Ghomoro has hit a fever pitch, and not a day goes by when a poor man doesn't come back from the front lines needing an arm or leg removed. It's at these times my wine is most sought after, not only for dulling the senses of the amputee, but for cleaning the wound once the deed has been done. I can see that the bottles make it to the camp unscathed, but I need someone to see that I stay unscathed in the process.	69	1	1	1	35	20	1	32	216	0	0	34	265	32	80011	65658	True	4	0.8	0	0	178	41	5	3629068	110057	True	4249265	14
639	635	Appetite for Abduction	It is said that a goobbue eats up to three times its weight each day, and with some of the larger ones weighing upwards of three hundred stone, that equates to a great deal of prey, whether it be animal, vegetable, or mineral. The farmers and shepherds of eastern La Noscea have already begun complaining of missing crops and livestock, and, with the way things are going, it is only a matter of time before there arise complaints of missing children and elderly. The Yellowjackets seek assistance from adventurers in baiting goobbues with pelican meat and slaying the ones who bite.	57	1	1	1	35	20	1	32	216	0	0	34	265	32	80011	65659	True	4	0.8	0	0	178	9	4	3629068	110057	False	3629769	14
640	636	Now We're Even	These attacks are hurting business. Caravans roll armed to the teeth, suppliers lose flocks left and right, and warm-blooded outlanders still demand we keep to their soft schedule. Damn wolves owe us, is the way I look at it. You hunt 'em and skin 'em, and I'll see to their next life as winter coats.	125	1	1	2	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	34	265	63	80012	65660	True	4	0.8	0	0	179	10	5	3643001	110059	True	3631239	14
641	637	Have a Nice Trip	The Holy See of Ishgard bids you find a pie-eyed thing that lurks in the snow, glutted with herbs that bring false visions. Try as we might, a creature so loathsome to the godly is all but invisible to us. You, however, have no such problem. Use the disembodied claw of a napalm to thaw the abetting snow.	126	1	1	2	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	34	265	63	80012	65661	True	4	0.8	0	0	179	13	5	3643001	110059	True	3631242	14
642	638	Necrologos: Cinerary Rite	A servant of Ishgard has failed in his duties. Whilst putting the forbidden tome <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis> to the sacred torch, he allowed the wind to snatch the charred leaves. Gather the scraps and rid the world of the voidsent entwined within. Ware, for the unclean ones have had their way with beasts of the field.	126	1	1	2	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	34	265	63	80012	65662	True	4	0.8	0	0	179	8	5	3643001	110059	True	3631241	14
643	639	Meat and Bleat	The world's on its arse since the Calamity. One of our suppliers lost a flock of karakuls─to the wolves, he thought. Turns out it was some sly ogres. What with the blood and all, at least one of the sheep got itself a taste for mutton! You kill the lot of 'em and I'll sell the leftovers to an exotic meats dealer. Sheep-fed sheep, that ought to be exotic enough.	125	1	1	2	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	34	265	63	80012	65663	True	4	0.8	0	0	179	9	5	3643001	110059	True	3631242	14
644	640	Little Lost Lamb	The Observatorium bought itself a sheep from some scapegrace who turned around and claimed delivery wasn't included. The poor beastie's been set loose to fend for itself, damn the blackguard. Normally, I'd send a dog, but the area around the Observatorium being a nasty sort of place, we need your steel in the mix.	125	1	1	2	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	34	265	63	80012	65664	True	4	0.8	0	0	179	41	5	3643001	110059	True	4249432	14
645	641	Cower to the People	The maw of the dragon is nothing compared to a hundred thousand hungry mouths. The Holy See fears famine more than any other enemy, for it knows that naught will save it should the people rise against their masters. If Coerthas is to freeze and its fecund soil wither, preparations must be made─to feed and fight.	64	1	1	2	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	34	265	63	80012	65665	True	4	0.8	0	0	179	40	5	3643001	110059	True	3631240	14
646	642	Saving Bessy	A pair of foul things tried to get at our Bessy this morning. The more worldly among us named them red aevis, minions of the dragon horde. For their crime, they must be killed posthaste. Bessy is our sheep─a dear friend to the Observatorium as well as the source of all our milk and curd. You may wish to get some baritine croc meat to use as bait...though, that may be easier said than done.	127	1	1	2	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	34	265	63	80012	65666	True	4	0.8	0	0	179	9	4	3643001	110059	False	3631241	14
647	643	Subduing the Subprime	The Baert Trading Company is a canker on the rose of Ul'dah. Many in the almshouses south of the canal tell the same tale─a moneylender who entered a friend and departed the master. 'Tis easy enough cheating ordinary folk, but they'll not cheat death. The viper has many nests; the one in northern Thanalan is yours.	87	1	1	3	40	20	1	46	325	0	0	34	265	46	80013	65674	True	4	0.8	0	0	180	6	5	3645035	110058	True	3633687	14
648	644	Necrologos: Pale Oblation	Evil things whisper of glory to the ambitious, riches to the avaricious. We surprised a clandestine sale of the forbidden tome <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>, and in the ensuing chaos, entire pages writ with unholy things were torn from the volume. Retrieve the leaves and slay the demons within, so that we may dispose of the book.	97	1	1	3	40	20	1	46	325	0	0	34	265	46	80013	65675	True	4	0.8	0	0	180	8	5	3645035	110058	True	3633692	14
649	645	Don't Forget to Cry	The demonic balor have made a desert of the route where fresh water wagons used to ply their trade. Their thirst is boundless and their eyes wide, and this will be their undoing. You will need the Tears of Nepenthe to entice the creatures with. Strike in that eternal moment when it forgets all─thirst, rage, and love of the kill.	133	1	1	3	40	20	1	46	325	0	0	34	265	46	80013	65676	True	4	0.8	0	0	180	9	5	3645035	110058	True	3633697	14
650	646	Circling the Ceruleum	No matter how well protected the refinery itself may be, if we lose the road, we lose access to ceruleum. The northern lands are full of demons, and the Immortal Flames have no more warriors to spare. It falls to adventurers such as yourself to range the roads and slay whatever threatens the trade route.	133	1	1	3	40	20	1	46	325	0	0	34	265	46	80013	65677	True	4	0.8	0	0	180	11	5	3645035	110058	True	3633692	14
651	647	Someone's in the Doghouse	We have been training guard dogs at great expense to ensure the security of the ceruleum refinery. It has succeeded beyond all expectation─which accounts, perhaps, for some of the complacency that led to this unfortunate incident. In brief, one of the dogs has been separated from the pack, though there is every hope that she may be found and led to safety.	134	1	1	3	40	20	1	46	325	0	0	34	265	46	80013	65678	True	4	0.8	0	0	180	41	5	3645035	110058	True	4249370	14
652	648	Blow-up Incubator	I believe in trial and error─the more spectacular the error, the better! They won't even let me have an assistant anymore on that account, though they do keep doubling my funding. Now, I'm thinking of something that makes Garlean armor go boom, or possibly kablooey. Just grab whatever seems promising and I'll get erring.	86	1	1	3	40	20	1	46	325	0	0	34	265	46	80013	65679	True	4	0.8	0	0	180	10	4	3645035	110058	False	3633697	14
653	649	Necrologos: Whispers of the Gem	A heretic's son confessed to hiding his sire's forbidden tome, <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>, from the inquisitors by leaving it torn and blood-smeared by a beasts' den, where the vile fragments and their unclean freight were promptly fought over and consumed. Gather them forthwith and defeat what darkness dreams within, then put them to the torch.	126	1	1	2	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	34	265	63	80012	65667	True	4	0.8	0	0	181	8	5	3643492	110060	True	3637456	14
654	650	Got a Gut Feeling about This	Fell things grow frolicsome in the deepening cold. The demon tauri have emerged from their living nest to prowl the snowfields of Whitebrim. We have already slain the beast who played an unwilling host to the stomach dwellers. Use hippogryph shanks to lure in the tauri and finish this most gastric─I mean ghastly─business.	128	1	1	2	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	34	265	63	80012	65668	True	4	0.8	0	0	181	9	5	3643492	110060	True	3637466	14
655	651	You Look Good Enough to Eat	Biast tendon, intolerable to all but the most robust of jaws and valiant of gums, is the ultimate forbidden delicacy for the thrustaevis. Wretched things! A thrall to the dragons, yet its nature hungers for the flesh of that which it considers a higher being. When they take the bait, strike true and deep.	128	1	1	2	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	34	265	63	80012	65669	True	4	0.8	0	0	181	9	5	3643492	110060	True	3637488	14
656	652	The Area's a Bit Sketchy	The road into Whitebrim Front has never been what one would call scenic, and the demons and beastkin do little to sweeten the atmosphere. It would be worth an adventurer's while to clear the trade route of these pests, for all it takes is a few isolated disembowelments for the cargadores to grow restive.	123	1	1	2	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	34	265	63	80012	65670	True	4	0.8	0	0	181	11	5	3643492	110060	True	3637466	14
657	653	The Tropes of the Trade	Everyone loves a show! They want to be shown something they already see, you know? For example, it's bad to procrastinate. We all see that! So, a show where hesitation means death─perfect! Now, get off your arse, work over a glacier hippocerf, and use our nerve drops to capture it for the arena. Welcome to show business!	129	1	1	2	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	34	265	63	80012	65671	True	4	0.8	0	0	181	23	5	3643492	110060	True	3637488	14
658	654	Pets Are Family Too	It is the custom among the scribes of the temple to take for a companion beastkin such as hounds and cats, who are declared pure in the galled eye of the Fury. A snowshoe mouse that serves as handwarmer and helpmeet to an elder scribe has been lost on the wintry plains of Whitebrim, and must be retrieved.	126	1	1	2	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	34	265	63	80012	65672	True	4	0.8	0	0	181	41	5	3643492	110060	True	4249559	14
659	655	We Can Dismember It for You Wholesale	The surge in traffic to Whitebrim Front is drawing beastkin and demons who then fight over the choicest morsels of slow-moving food. The cargadores demand a raise on the pain of road mutiny─goods are being sold virtually at cost. Clear the trade route, and you will find the traders very grateful.	123	1	1	2	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	34	265	63	80012	65673	True	4	0.8	0	0	181	6	4	3643492	110060	False	3637501	14
660	656	Turnabout's Fair Play	We at Saint Coinach's Find are much troubled by voidsent, who seem to delight in our terror at the many glamours they cast. Upon my word, I heard cackles as Master Syele lay curled, sobbing, in the shadow of a gigas. I beg you, turn the tables on our tormentors. Affright them with ice sprite cores, then slay them.	130	1	1	3	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	34	265	67	80013	65729	True	4	0.8	0	0	182	13	5	4258822	110061	True	4261624	14
661	657	Necrologos: The Liminal Ones	This dig is cursed, I tell you. It's been naught but one ill luck after another. And all the fragments we've unearthed of the forbidden tome! What more proof do we need? Well, quite a bit less if I'm to keep my post! I shall need you to collect and destroy all the pages, and of course get rid of all the voidsent. I won't be needing those either.	131	1	1	3	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	34	265	67	80013	65730	True	4	0.8	0	0	182	8	5	4258822	110061	True	4261622	14
662	658	Big, Bad Idea	Ah, here's something interesting. A stele with instructions for summoning a─runaway? No, a hapalit─how to summon a hapalit using hippogryph meat as bait. In-ter-esting! Definitely something worth exploring, wouldn't you say? Or rather, wouldn't the board of trustees say so? Have I got a job for you today!	131	1	1	3	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	34	265	67	80013	65731	True	4	0.8	0	0	182	9	5	4258822	110061	True	4261601	14
663	659	Put Your Stomp on It	We the Sons of Saint Coinach are willing to endure great dangers in our pursuit of knowledge, but we really must draw the line at giants. Their rampages are threatening fragile dig sites and even more fragile, well, us. I'd rather not have to constantly ask you to kill things, but if you could clear the area of gigas...	130	1	1	3	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	34	265	67	80013	65732	True	4	0.8	0	0	182	11	5	4258822	110061	True	4261601	14
664	660	One of Our Naturalists Is Missing	Such shame, we hadn't any trouble for a good few days, but now, a member of the south dig is unaccounted for. We believe he was left behind by the oxcart when the party returned in some haste to the main camp. The mess serves treacle tart every morning, you know. We'd appreciate it if you would go and fetch him.	130	1	1	3	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	34	265	67	80013	65733	True	4	0.8	0	0	182	41	5	4258822	110061	True	4262305	14
665	661	A Toad Less Taken	I must say this is truly exciting stuff─a genuine adventure. Could the giant toad have been bred by the Allagans in antiquity? Could these marvelous people have been engaging in─dare I say it─nix husbandry? There is only one way to find out. I shall need live giant toads. Do soften them up; I can't abide hopping.	131	1	1	3	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	34	265	67	80013	65734	True	4	0.8	0	0	182	23	4	4258822	110061	False	4261624	14
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678	674	Waking Wood	In addition to the mass destruction it wrought, the Calamity was also a catalyst for dramatic change within the Twelveswood's natural order. As habitats were altered, so too were behavior patterns of the forest's creatures, the treants being no exception. Since the inception of the Seventh Umbral Era, an increasing number of once-dormant oaks and maples have suddenly risen from the soil, striking fear into the smallholders who cultivate the lands outside of Gridania. To determine the reasons behind this mass awakening, the Greatloam Growery seeks able-bodied botanists to bring back samples of the local foliage.	23	1	3	2	1	20	1	54	90	0	0	18	275	54	80012	131080	True	4	50	0	0	213	14	5	2648030	110012	True	3804097	67
679	675	East Bank Story	The flames of the Calamity claimed large swaths of the primeval forest surrounding Gridania. Recognizing the importance of helping the Twelveswood and her kindred spirits recover, the Seedseers launched a large-scale reforestation effort, which began even before the rebuilding of the city–state. To ensure that the trees planted during that effort are growing properly and without disease, the Greatloam Growery conducts periodic studies of the young foliage, and seeks eager botanists to travel to the east bank of the Central Shroud river known as the West Vein and collect samples.	23	1	3	2	1	20	1	54	90	0	0	18	275	54	80012	131081	True	4	50	0	0	213	14	5	2648030	110012	True	3804098	67
680	676	We Couldn't Start the Fire	Though fire shards and crystals have essentially removed the need for cooking over an open flame, the Order of the Twin Adder wants to ensure that its members are prepared for the worst, and this includes situations in which crystal supplies may be low. This is why all new recruits to the Grand Company are required to heat their meals the old-fashioned way─with a flint and some kindling. The Gods' Quiver, the guild in charge of Twin Adder training, will pay a substantial fee to botanists who are willing to chop wood and deliver it to the barracks.	21	1	3	2	1	20	1	54	90	0	0	18	275	54	80012	131082	True	4	55	0	0	213	29	5	2648030	110012	True	3804099	67
681	677	Lovely Latex	The alchemists of Frondale's Phrontistery in Ul'dah have placed an order with the Greatloam Growery for a sizable shipment of latex. They have, however, specified that for the experiments they plan on conducting, the product must be of the utmost purity, and have threatened to take their business elsewhere if it is anything less. The Botanists' Guild is seeking volunteers willing to collect the highest-quality, uncontaminated latex, and is offering a fair price for each delivery.	23	1	3	2	1	20	1	54	90	0	0	18	275	54	80012	131083	True	4	55	0	0	213	29	5	2648030	110012	True	3810606	67
682	678	Let the Sun Shine In	To see that sufficient sunlight reaches the tiny saplings which grow underneath the Twelveswood's majestic canopy, it is oft necessary to thin the forest of larger trees. The Botanists' Guild seeks those skilled with a hatchet to journey into the Central Shroud and assist with the effort.	22	1	3	2	5	20	1	54	90	0	0	18	275	54	80012	131084	True	4	50	0	0	214	14	5	2648030	110013	True	3812135	67
683	679	If a Tree Falls	Scattered throughout the Twelveswood, there stand trees so tall that they are thought to be the pillars which support the heavens, so ancient that they were giants when the first Elezen arrived in Eorzea thousands of summers past. It is even written that the snead of the scythe wielded by the goddess Nophica Herself was carved from one of these hoary sentinels. They are the silent protectors of the forest, the spirits residing deep within their hearts helping to maintain balance within the region. If even one were to fall, it could spell devastation. This is why the Botanists' Guild takes regular samples from the roots of these trees to determine if they have been afflicted by any manner of sickness or blight.	23	1	3	2	5	20	1	54	90	0	0	18	275	54	80012	131085	True	4	50	0	0	214	14	5	2648030	110013	True	3812136	67
684	680	Evil Seeds	In one season, a single ochu can produce over a hundred seeds, which, as the creature makes its way through the forest, are oft caught on the moss growing on tree trunks. If left to germinate, the seeds give rise to microchus─a vile plant which has the tendency to sap the soil of its nutrients, leaving little to none for the other foliage. To keep the microchu population in check, the Greatloam Growery seeks botanists to search mossy trees for these seeds and bring them back to the guild for proper disposal.	22	1	3	2	5	20	1	54	90	0	0	18	275	54	80012	131086	True	4	55	0	0	214	29	5	2648030	110013	True	3812138	67
685	681	No Bark, All Bite	Several varieties of funguar are known to release their spores directly onto the bark of wounded trees, so that the spores may take hold quicker. Unfortunately, this often results in the wound spreading, eventually leading to the death of the host plant. The Greatloam Growery seeks skilled botanists to travel into the forest and seek out trees that show blotchy patches of white─a telltale sign that they have been infected with the funguar spores─and use their hatchets to carefully remove the affected area.	22	1	3	2	5	20	1	54	90	0	0	18	275	54	80012	131087	True	4	55	0	0	214	15	5	2648030	110013	True	3812139	67
686	682	A Chest of Nuts	Once found throughout the Twelveswood, wild Gridanian chestnuts have become an increasing rarity due to the loss of a majority of the region's chestnut trees to Calamity-induced wildfires. The trees that were replanted after the fires have only begun to mature and bear fruit, and still require a great deal of tending before they will be ready for harvesting. To determine the amount and type of care required, close examination of the chestnuts is necessary, and therefore the Greatloam Growery is actively seeking botanists to visit the chestnut grove near Galvanth's Spire and retrieve an amount upon which a suitable hypothesis can be built.	23	1	3	2	10	20	1	54	94	0	0	18	275	54	80012	131088	True	4	60	0	0	215	14	5	1672782	110014	True	3812140	67
687	683	West Bank Story	The flames of the Calamity claimed large swaths of the primeval forest surrounding Gridania. Recognizing the importance of helping the Twelveswood and her kindred spirits recover, the Seedseers launched a large-scale reforestation effort, which began even before the rebuilding of the city–state. To ensure that the trees planted during that effort are growing properly and without disease, the Greatloam Growery conducts periodic studies of the young foliage, and seeks eager botanists to travel to the west bank of the Central Shroud river known as the West Vein and collect samples.	23	1	3	2	10	20	1	54	94	0	0	18	275	54	80012	131089	True	4	60	0	0	215	14	5	1672782	110014	True	3812142	67
688	684	Digging Deep	By nature, chocobos are excellent diggers and, when properly trained, can be used to unearth mushrooms, tubers, or sometimes even hidden treasure. When left unattended, however, chocobos will instinctively claw and peck away at the ground─especially near partially buried items such as fence posts. When this occurs, the birds can escape their corrals, costing the owners thousands of gil in retrieval costs. One way to prevent this type of mishap is by burying fence posts deep into the soil. The only requirement here being that the posts be of a certain height so that once they are set, the chocobos won't be able to leap over them, let alone dig them up. Moogle's Gift Mounts will generously reward any adventurer with the skill to procure logs which will suit their needs.	28	1	3	2	10	20	1	54	94	0	0	18	275	54	80012	131090	True	4	66	0	0	215	29	5	1672782	110014	True	3812151	67
689	685	The Heart of the Hedge	Hedgetrees play an important role in the forest by helping to maintain the protective barrier which shields the Twelveswood from harm. Should the trees become damaged, the forest would find itself more susceptible to outside danger. One manner of threat to these guardians is roselet seeds, which get lodged in pockets of soil that gather on a Hedgetree's trunk or limbs. Once sprouted, the roselet saplings will send a taproot deep into the tree's core, where it will divert the flow of nutrients to its own body. In severe cases, this can result in the withering of large branches. To ensure this does not happen, the Botanists' Guild seeks volunteers to travel to nearby Hedgetrees and examine the bark for seeds, removing any they find.	29	1	3	2	10	20	1	54	94	0	0	18	275	54	80012	131091	True	4	45	0	0	215	25	5	1672782	110014	True	3812153	67
690	686	The Quick and the Dead	As its name implies, quickweed is a swift-growing plant that, in a matter of days, can cover an entire field if left untouched. Farmers and smallholders especially despise the plant, as it quickly drains even the richest soil of its nutrients, dooming crops for an entire season. The damage, however, is not merely limited to farmsteads. Quickweed can also drain the life of the forest's guardians─the Hedgetrees. This cannot be allowed to happen, and so the Botanists' Guild is offering good coin to all those who will assist in the eradication of this invasive plant.	29	1	3	2	15	20	1	55	107	0	0	18	275	55	80012	131092	True	4	91	0	0	216	14	5	1646078	110015	True	3746651	67
691	687	Maple Stories	There isn't a soul in the Twelveswood who hasn't heard of my amazing mead, and while I have no plans to cease its golden flow, I'd be lying if I didn't admit to growing weary of doing the same thing, day in and day out. Which is why I've decided to try my hand at something different, if not to simply break the monotony. And what is that something, you ask? Why, use my mead-making knowledge to brew an even sweeter blend! But this time, instead of the usual honey, I plan on using maple sap! The only problem is, as a lifelong beekeeper, I haven't the foggiest idea of how to get the sap from the tree, which is why I need the help of skilled botanists. Bring me the maple sap I need, and I'll see that you are rewarded most handsomely!	32	1	3	2	15	20	1	55	107	0	0	18	275	55	80012	131093	True	4	101	0	0	216	29	5	1646078	110015	True	3746653	67
692	688	Never Strikes Twice	It has been recently discovered that sylphs are branding trees with what appears to be the mark of the primal Ramuh. While the significance of these marks is still not fully understood, it is unlikely that the tribe's intentions are good, and therefore the Wood Wailers seek assistance from local adventurers in the removal of the brands.	30	1	3	2	15	20	1	55	107	0	0	18	275	55	80012	131094	True	4	101	0	0	216	29	5	1646078	110015	True	3746652	67
693	689	Briar in the Hole	The past several moons have seen a marked increase in the number of violent creatures prowling the area immediately to the north of the Hawthorne Hut. Homestead owner Rolfe Hawthorne believes that the recent influx of beasts might be attributed to an abundance of new forage, such as the giant briars, introduced to the region after the Calamity, and is seeking botanists to survey the nearby landscape for evidence to support his theory.	34	1	3	2	15	20	1	55	107	0	0	18	275	55	80012	131095	True	4	69	0	0	216	25	5	1646078	110015	True	3746657	67
694	690	Nowhere to Slide	The Calamity saw the toppling of countless scores of the Twelveswood's trees. And now, with fewer roots to keep the soil in place, not a week goes by when mud- and landslides do not rip large chunks of earth from the hillsides and deposit them across roads─roads leading to important places of commerce such as Buscarron's Druthers. To try and prevent the next slide before it hits, alehouse proprietor Buscarron Strongarm seeks skilled botanists to examine the root system in the area around his establishment and report anything that might be cause for concern.	31	1	3	2	20	20	1	56	129	0	0	18	275	56	80012	131096	True	4	91	0	0	217	14	5	2257020	110016	True	3804003	67
695	691	Shaken, Not Stirred	With trade routes open again, my establishment is oft frequented by merchants and caravans hailing from the deserts of Thanalan, where they prefer their drinks flavored with all manner of sweet fruit and herbs. Why anyone would spoil a fine cup of mead with a foul weed plucked from the underbrush is beyond me, but if it means a few extra coins in my coffer, I'm willing to oblige. And, as such, I'm always looking to purchase high-quality galago mint from anyone willing to sell.	31	1	3	2	20	20	1	56	129	0	0	18	275	56	80012	131097	True	4	101	0	0	217	29	5	2257020	110016	True	3804004	67
696	692	Just the Artifacts, Madam	In the countless generations since the fall of Gelmorra, the Twelveswood has reclaimed much of the ancient city, so to uncover the civilization's lost secrets, a little digging is ofttimes necessary. The land around Issom-Har is known to yield a variety of Gelmorran artifacts such as coins and potsherds which have become tangled in the roots of giant trees. While of no value to most, these relics of a past age are the subject of my ongoing studies into Gridania's history, and I will pay a fair price for any items you may find.	43	1	3	2	20	20	1	56	129	0	0	18	275	56	80012	131098	True	4	101	0	0	217	29	5	2257020	110016	True	3804005	67
697	693	Fueling the Flames	When it comes to deciding who's the fastest woodcutter in the forest, Buscarron's Druthers has more than a few times become the proving grounds for quick-tempered lads with hatchets on their backs and a bit too much ale in their bellies. After growing weary of having to replace my poor establishment's furnishings following every bout, I proposed that the hot-headed cutters take their pissing contest to the trees, promising a hefty reward to whoever brought back the most firewood. I certainly don't see aught wrong with a little friendly competition, as long as it keeps my cookfires hot while keeping the hall spruce.	31	1	3	2	20	20	1	56	129	0	0	18	275	56	80012	131099	True	4	101	0	0	217	15	5	2257020	110016	True	3804006	67
698	694	Over the Underbrush	Despite the efforts of her residents to maintain the grounds, the hamlet of Quarrymill is constantly overrun with quick-growing weeds and thicket. So that the people can devote their time to other daily tasks, the hamlet elders have gathered together a moderate sum of gil which they are offering in return for the services of botanists.	149	1	3	2	25	20	1	56	129	0	0	18	275	56	80012	131100	True	4	91	0	0	218	14	5	2257020	110017	True	3803997	67
699	695	Moon in Rouge	We Keepers of the Moon have a long history of decorating our faces with colorful paint before going into battle. We do this not only to honor the traditions of our clan, but to also let the gods know that we are prepared to serve them as warriors in the afterlife, should we fall at the hands of our enemies. The paint we use is taken from the inedible red berries of a herb known as 'soldier's sore' that can be found growing in the South Shroud. My unit is willing to pay handsomely for any who can harvest the fruit and deliver it to our barracks.	44	1	3	2	25	20	1	56	129	0	0	18	275	56	80012	131101	True	4	101	0	0	218	29	5	2257020	110017	True	3803998	67
700	696	Appleanche	The skies have been kind to the Twelveswood's orchards, the result being apple yields almost twice the size they were but a year ago. There is so much fruit on the trees, in fact, that the local farmers do not have the capacity to gather it all before it falls from the trees and becomes bruised and riddled with worms. To see that all the apples make it to market, the Greatloam Growery is seeking botanists to assist in this season's harvest.	23	1	3	2	25	20	1	56	129	0	0	18	275	56	80012	131102	True	4	101	0	0	218	15	5	2257020	110017	True	3803999	67
701	697	Mushroom Gobblin'	Ever since the return of goblins to the Twelveswood, strange mushrooms have been spotted sprouting from the trunks of trees throughout the forest. The Greatloam Growery has yet to determine whether or not this new species of seedkin is harmful to its hosts, and therefore requires several samples on which it may conduct its tests. A reward has been set aside for all botanists who are able to lend their services to the procurement of these mushrooms for the guild.	45	1	3	2	25	20	1	56	129	0	0	18	275	56	80012	131103	True	4	101	0	0	218	15	5	2257020	110017	True	3804000	67
702	698	The Palm in Your Hand	It appears that the sago palms that Lalafellin tycoon Gegeruju planted five summers ago in Bloodshore to remind him of his summer home in the Cieldalaes are not only pleasant to look upon, but can also be quite delicious...or at least according to one of my new chefs who is also from the islands. According to her, the pith which is found within the tree's thick trunk can be boiled down into a starchy paste which is high in energy. I wish to try this peculiar food myself, and require several fresh samples.	76	1	3	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	18	275	32	80011	131104	True	4	91	0	0	219	14	5	3999029	110039	True	4031135	67
703	699	Nature Calls	Master Gegeruju loves naught more than the beauty of raw nature, which is why he cannot stand when a dry, withered leaf mars this beauty. Milord seeks skilled botanists to scour the beaches near Costa del Sol and pluck any brown, unsightly foliage they may find. As always, money is no object.	61	1	3	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	18	275	32	80011	131105	True	4	101	0	0	219	29	5	3999029	110039	True	4031136	67
704	700	Bleeding Them Dry	There is no better customer than an elderly Ul'dahn. Forget what you've heard about the wonders of the afterlife, these well-to-dos seek only to extend their stay in Nald's realm that they might revel in its pleasures. For them, possession is power, money is never an object, and senility sees that they keep coming back for more. Take, for example, Wanderer's Blood. As useless as snake oil, and twice as foul, but its rarity has transformed it into a must-have item here in Costa del Sol. And when there is demand, it is only natural to provide a supply. If you are willing to assist my establishment in gathering the Oschon roselle calyces needed to give the tincture its color, I would be more than happy to give you a cut of my profits.	65	1	3	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	18	275	32	80011	131106	True	4	101	0	0	219	15	5	3999029	110039	True	4031137	67
705	701	Always Right	If I was as rich as some of my patrons, I'd be drinking naught but the finest ales and wines that money could buy. But these Ul'dahns, all they want to do all day is sip on coconut piss. Say it's good for calming the humours, they do. Bah, a man what needs his humours calmed is a man what's not worth living, I say. On the other hand, I run me a business, and what good's a business if it won't see to the demands of its patrons. And so, I suppose I'll keep splitting open island coconuts as long as there's someone to collect them for me.	65	1	3	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	18	275	32	80011	131107	True	4	101	0	0	219	15	5	3999029	110039	True	4031138	67
706	702	A Stash of Herbs	Skyfire Locks is more than a refuge for frightened sheep, adventurer. These folk depend upon House Haillenarte for physicking as well as succor and shelter from dragon fire. It is no niminy-piminy Ul'dahn apothecary we have. We must know whence fresh herbs can be procured should we run low.	135	1	3	2	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	18	275	63	80012	131108	True	4	91	0	0	220	14	5	3643001	110065	True	4307524	67
707	703	Spear of Heaven	My first captain always said that fortification is protection that kills for us. It has been many a year since she fell, still I remember. These logs will form the perimeter wall, planted deep with sharp ends enshrouded in the glare of mythril. May the wyrms' minions fly low, bank sharp and die screaming.	138	1	3	2	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	18	275	63	80012	131109	True	4	101	0	0	220	29	5	3643001	110065	True	4307540	67
708	704	Salad Days	The chocobos of House Durendaire must have their fresh bounties of the earth, and for them we grow gysahl greens in fields fed by vetch, sweet clover, and warm brown ale. With so many away fighting the dragons or abed from wounds, we need an extra pair of hands to pull the weeds.	140	1	3	2	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	18	275	63	80012	131110	True	4	101	0	0	220	15	5	3643001	110065	True	4307556	67
709	705	Catch My Drift	Dear me, it certainly isn't getting any warmer around here. If it were just us we would manage perhaps, but there are Bessy and other animals to consider. We thought perhaps a sweater─but they liked it not. I am told regular firewood is for the dragoons, but it is likely driftwood would do.	127	1	3	2	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	18	275	63	80012	131111	True	4	69	0	0	220	25	5	3643001	110065	True	4307564	67
710	706	Plague on Both Our Forests	The shadow of the Garlean Empire falls heavy upon my mind, and upon this anvil I have forged strange new ideas. We are to the Garleans as outland as they to us; it may be that against our pests and blights they are as babes. With your help, I will see the forests of Garlemald reduced to rot and powder.	139	1	3	2	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	18	275	63	80012	131112	True	4	91	0	0	221	14	5	3643492	110066	True	4307593	67
711	707	Straight and Arrow	Much was lost at the Stone Vigil, and we must look to replace what we can and do penance for that which we cannot. Arrowheads pour out of the smithy, the geese go naked, and the fletchers are red-eyed. Still, we must have more─more arrows, and for that, straight branches, light and true.	139	1	3	2	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	18	275	63	80012	131113	True	4	101	0	0	221	29	5	3643492	110066	True	4307606	67
712	708	This Old Fort	I like not the perimeter walls on Whitebrim Front. The wood is too soft and will not withstand many blows from a living ram of flesh, scales, and fire. Bring me greenwood logs of highland teak─they are too hard to break and too wet to burn, and their pulp is a subtle poison.	139	1	3	2	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	18	275	63	80012	131114	True	4	101	0	0	221	15	5	3643492	110066	True	4307618	67
713	709	Sign of the Crimes	It befits unbelievers to cower from us in the mountains, for they are as beasts─nay, lower, for they deny that light which makes all shadows fall as one. Yet they are men; they scheme, and signal. You will erase the signs they graved upon tree trunks, whilst we make our own schemes.	126	1	3	2	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	18	275	63	80012	131115	True	4	69	0	0	221	25	5	3643492	110066	True	4307626	67
714	710	Caught in the Long Grass	A tinker called this dig a Sharlayan marriage: much suffering that culminates in charming offspring and at least one death. It seemed baseless cheek at the time, but... Three naturalists have suffered broken bones this day. They must have tripped on the thick undergrowth; what else could it be?	124	1	3	3	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	18	275	67	80013	131116	True	4	91	0	0	222	14	5	4258822	110067	True	4306515	67
715	711	Topsy-turvy Time	We the Sons of Saint Coinach are grieved by the mishap in the east dig. The injured swear up and down─beg pardon the choice of words─that they mistook the crystallized ground for the sky. We must build a full scaffolding with rails ere the Allagan glamour claims another casualty or three.	124	1	3	3	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	18	275	67	80013	131117	True	4	101	0	0	222	29	5	4258822	110067	True	4306518	67
716	712	Wonders Don't Cease, They're Discontinued	All that glitters may not be gold, but it is certainly worth gold, or at least silver. On the shores of Silvertear Lake grows crystallized grass─such a fragile marvel has never been seen, and will no doubt make excellent novelty products to be admired and discarded in a season.	78	1	3	3	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	18	275	67	80013	131118	True	4	101	0	0	222	15	5	4258822	110067	True	4306521	67
717	713	See How They Shine	Where there is fire, there must be ice. When the sky over Silvertear Falls burned with Garlean airships, a twilight freeze came upon certain parts of Mor Dhona. The trees in these locales are half-crystallized, ever poised between two states. Things half-measured always bear studying─remember that.	64	1	3	3	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	18	275	67	80013	131119	True	4	69	0	0	222	25	5	4258822	110067	True	4306524	67
718	714	Rubble Bubble	Amajina & Sons Mineral Concern is clearing rubble before repairs are begun to the Eighty Sins of Sasamo, part of its ambitious─some would say hubristic─plans to lay out a villa in the shape of Eorzea herself, a stone's throw from the Gate of the Sultana. Interested Disciples are asked to apply.	70	1	2	3	1	20	1	42	263	0	0	17	274	42	80013	131120	True	4	50	0	0	223	14	5	3958072	110043	True	4031108	67
719	715	Who Needs the Paperwork	A clerical error described the scarp near the Eighty Sins of Sasamo as “a scar,” and it appears to be easier to gouge the cliff face than it would be to amend the report. Willing miners from the guild are sought to remedy this situation with a little elbow grease.	82	1	2	3	1	20	1	42	263	0	0	17	274	42	80013	131121	True	4	50	0	0	223	14	5	3958072	110043	True	4031109	67
720	716	The Primrose Path	Amajina & Sons seek large amounts of rich yellow copper ore in readiness of metal pavers to be cast for the footpaths of a new villa. By day, the golden gleam delights the eye; after nightfall, the sun-warmed metal soothes feet chilled by the desert night.	71	1	2	3	1	20	1	42	263	0	0	17	274	42	80013	131122	True	4	55	0	0	223	29	5	3958072	110043	True	4031110	67
721	717	Miners' Holiday	Copperbell Mines are taking a wee break following an accident─nothing to trouble yourself about!─and the stock of copper ore is lower than we would like. There is a deposit of low-quality copper ore nearby, ready to be worked by miners interested in an easy payday.	72	1	2	3	1	20	1	42	263	0	0	17	274	42	80013	131123	True	4	55	0	0	223	29	5	3958072	110043	True	4031111	67
722	718	Vanishing Point	The Calamity has left its mark ever so close to the Gate of the Sultana. Ruins of once-gracious homes yet remain, their shattered hulks a brooding reminder of forces beyond our reckoning. Such a reminder is neither healthful nor politic, and we seek industrious Disciples to remove all traces.	70	1	2	3	5	20	1	42	263	0	0	17	274	42	80013	131124	True	4	50	0	0	224	14	5	3958072	110043	True	4031113	67
723	719	Do They Ore Don't They	A horde of coblyns has been spotted on Hammerlea, singing weird songs and flashing crystals. Old wives' tales tell of coblyns sniffing out seams of ore, and some prospectors swear 'tis so, while others deny it with equal vehemence. Only a rock sample will tell.	74	1	2	3	5	20	1	42	263	0	0	17	274	42	80013	131125	True	4	50	0	0	224	14	5	3958072	110043	True	4031114	67
724	720	Pipikkuli's Ship Comes In	Rumors race like wildfire from tavern to tavern: Pipikkuli, the penniless rover, has found a deposit of Nashachite, one of the rarest treasures of the land. Uncharacteristically moneyed and now rather inappropriately named, Pipikkuli the Poor is hiring willing miners to excavate the gem.	77	1	2	3	5	20	1	42	263	0	0	17	274	42	80013	131126	True	4	55	0	0	224	29	5	3958072	110043	True	4031115	67
725	721	I Don't Zinc It's a Coincidence	An Amajina & Sons prospector found a goodly seam of zinc, but the men consider the spot cursed following a spate of minor─trifling, really─accidents involving a honeyed dormouse, bootlace, and a pickaxe, in that order. Freethinking Disciples with abstemious habits are sought.	71	1	2	3	5	20	1	42	263	0	0	17	274	42	80013	131127	True	4	55	0	0	224	15	5	3958072	110043	True	4031117	67
726	722	Break It Up	The past is always with us─rather inconveniently, in the case of an ancient temple cluttering the future site of a reservoir. Skilled hands are needed to dismantle this archaeological treasure. With a bit of luck, it can be sold to some outland museum to offset the cost of its own unbuilding.	78	1	2	3	10	20	1	42	271	0	0	17	274	42	80013	131128	True	4	60	0	0	225	14	5	2540071	110045	True	4031123	67
727	723	That's Why They Call It Fool's Gold	Pipikkuli the Poor has once again returned to his natural state─a head full of fancy and a pocket full of holes. His intuition tells him that there's gold in Horizon's Edge, but none will listen after eight other intuitions this month failed to yield so much as a brass tack.	77	1	2	3	10	20	1	42	271	0	0	17	274	42	80013	131129	True	4	60	0	0	225	14	5	2540071	110045	True	4031124	67
728	724	It Peiste to Listen	Aurumheart Aewuld is looking a mite twitchier than usual. The peistes are in molt, and the thought of all that gossamer hide fluttering among the rocks is enough to drive the goldsmith to distraction. “Like warm silk,” he has been overheard murmuring. Make haste, for broken men cannot pay.	79	1	2	3	10	20	1	42	271	0	0	17	274	42	80013	131130	True	4	66	0	0	225	29	5	2540071	110045	True	4031126	67
729	725	We Do This the Hard Way	Some hard questions are being asked regarding the hardness of the rock as Amajina & Sons prepare to carve an adit from Nophica's Wells straight into Copperbell Mines. If the country rock cannot hold, it may cost lives <Emphasis>and</Emphasis> limbs─or worse yet, prove a disprofit to the bottom line.	73	1	2	3	10	20	1	42	271	0	0	17	274	42	80013	131131	True	4	45	0	0	225	25	5	2540071	110045	True	4031127	67
730	726	A Man's Gotta Dream	They say myths are the world's dreams and dreams are one man's myths. When Pipikkuli dreams, he speaks the fable we know by heart─of a common man with uncommon fate, of lonely pursuits that are never in vain. Seek you his mythril, for believe we all must that there is more truth in myth than lies.	77	1	2	3	15	20	1	44	300	0	0	17	274	44	80013	131132	True	4	91	0	0	226	14	5	2540213	110046	True	4031128	67
731	727	Earth Sprites Are Easy	Sprite-based products enjoy a healthy following, and never more so than since the Calamity. Rocks from areas favored by earth sprites are popular as “companion cobbles,” oversized amulets of a sort. Delivery may be made to the accounting department of Amajina & Sons, care of Shushunen Bubunen.	78	1	2	3	15	20	1	44	300	0	0	17	274	44	80013	131133	True	4	101	0	0	226	29	5	2540213	110046	True	4031129	67
732	728	Eiderdown for Eidolons	They say the dead sleep well in the lichyard of Saint Adama Landama, with earth below and tombstone above. It is one of the duties of the church to keep the ground consecrated and new stones on the ready, for if the sleepers should wake, none shall hear again the bells of Saint Adama Landama.	80	1	2	3	15	20	1	44	300	0	0	17	274	44	80013	131134	True	4	101	0	0	226	29	5	2540213	110046	True	4031130	67
733	729	The Doom that Came to Belah'dia	It draws breath still, the Invisible City, though the time of Belah'dia is long past. Do you not hear the stones that shroud the ruins, hear them turning? Click-click-click like a restless dog pacing its master's chamber floor. Bring them away, I beg you, thin the herd. The power, it grows.	81	1	2	3	15	20	1	44	300	0	0	17	274	44	80013	131135	True	4	69	0	0	226	25	5	2540213	110046	True	4031133	67
734	730	Look How They Shine for You	Pipikkuli, Pipikkuli. From rags to riches, and always rags again. They call him a rolling stone, a wandering fool─and sometimes, the diviner of metals. His latest reverie has him convinced of gold sands in the river, in the southern Twelveswood. Go and seek his fortune.	77	1	2	2	20	20	1	56	129	0	0	17	274	56	80012	131136	True	4	91	0	0	227	14	5	2257020	110040	True	4031100	67
735	731	Elemental Housekeeping	Of overground traces of Gelmorra, few remain to disturb the order of the forest, yet occasional ruins are still found that must needs be removed. What is under the forest floor may stay, but our laws decree that no stone of Gelmorra mar the home of the elementals.	38	1	2	2	20	20	1	56	129	0	0	17	274	56	80012	131137	True	4	101	0	0	227	29	5	2257020	110040	True	4031101	67
736	732	Location, Location, Location	For half a thousand years, the ruins of Gelmorra have served as a necropolis, but the Calamity has Gridanians eyeing the underground city and murmuring about a new kind of curb appeal─curbing the chances of being flattened by a meteor, to be exact. Large slabs are sought for a little renovation.	43	1	2	2	20	20	1	56	129	0	0	17	274	56	80012	131138	True	4	101	0	0	227	29	5	2257020	110040	True	4031102	67
737	733	Rock My Wall	I've a notion to have a proper stone wall around the place. Brick is a handsome enough material, but if I had my druthers─and you know I always do─nothing strikes me as spruce as a wall of good, flat stones. I'm told you can find me a goodly supply at a favorable price?	31	1	2	2	20	20	1	56	129	0	0	17	274	56	80012	131139	True	4	101	0	0	227	15	5	2257020	110040	True	4031103	67
738	734	Fool Me Twice	You sometimes wonder about Pipikkuli. Where is he from? What does he do with his occasional windfall? Is he in fact feigning witlessness? With these and other doubts swirling in your mind, you accept his latest entreaty─to dig for buried treasures in the Twelveswood.	77	1	2	2	25	20	1	56	129	0	0	17	274	56	80012	131140	True	4	91	0	0	228	14	5	2257020	110041	True	4031104	67
739	735	Can't Start a Fire	In one of the lesser effects of the Calamity, the flint quarry in the Twelveswood has been devastated, the hard stone exploded to shards by the heat. For breweries as large as the one in the Mun-Tuy Cellars, with dozens of flintlock burners, the lack has grown too toilsome to ignore.	75	1	2	2	25	20	1	56	129	0	0	17	274	56	80012	131141	True	4	101	0	0	228	29	5	2257020	110041	True	4031105	67
740	736	Tag, You're It	Some Duskwight has stolen up to the fortification of Quarrymill and scratched remarks most uncalled for upon it. They must be removed forthwith, before the mischief can be witnessed by those who would be grieved, or worse yet, amused by the nonsense. What the words signify is not for you to know.	38	1	2	2	25	20	1	56	129	0	0	17	274	56	80012	131142	True	4	101	0	0	228	15	5	2257020	110041	True	4031106	67
741	737	Baby, Light My Way	Darker are the nights in Quarrymill since the Calamity, without the great lanterns to swaddle the pine-pitch flames within their granite folds. The Wood Wailers would pay a fair price for quality stone, for gil saved in poultices for twisted ankles alone would pay for it.	35	1	2	2	25	20	1	56	129	0	0	17	274	56	80012	131143	True	4	101	0	0	228	15	5	2257020	110041	True	4031107	67
742	738	I Kidd You Not	Not all of Pipikkuli's fevered notions arise from the depth of sleep─or the depth of a wine flagon, as some less charitable souls would insist─but from the vaporing of braggarts and broken men. Which was it that told him of the pirate treasures of eastern La Noscea? Only the gods can tell.	77	1	2	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	17	274	32	80011	131144	True	4	91	0	0	229	14	5	3999029	110042	True	4031139	67
743	739	That's What the Money Is For	Contrary to popular belief, war is more often won with gil rather than will. Gil buys concessions for iron ore and pays miners. Will, though a fine thing, is a metal untested in most who profess to have it in abundance. Not persuaded? I care not. Just deliver the ore and collect your payment.	63	1	2	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	17	274	32	80011	131145	True	4	101	0	0	229	29	5	3999029	110042	True	4031140	67
744	740	The Midden Fair	Every day is an umbral era for scholars without tenure, and Marcette is no exception. The embattled naturalist requires shells from an ancient mount to prove a theory, one which she explained to you at great length. It will not be on the final exam, but 'twas unkind of you not to listen.	74	1	2	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	17	274	32	80011	131146	True	4	101	0	0	229	15	5	3999029	110042	True	4031141	67
745	741	Shell Game	Oh, what to-dos and boo-hoos! Master Gegeruju must have his fun. Moraby oysters, at this time of the year! Oh, they all titter and glitter, but would any in the household actually harvest the little slimers? No, oh no. Just me, with my bad back and my heavy purse to bid you to do this thing!	61	1	2	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	17	274	32	80011	131147	True	4	101	0	0	229	15	5	3999029	110042	True	4031142	67
746	742	Rocks for Brains	Should all else fail, Skyfire Locks will become the last stronghold of the Ishgardian way of life, an ark in the fiery sea of dragons. It is therefore imperative that we must have our own quarry, for it may be that the duty of rebuilding the world falls to us. Ours is a lonely road, adventurer.	135	1	2	2	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	17	274	63	80012	131148	True	4	91	0	0	230	14	5	3643001	110068	True	4306766	67
747	743	There Are No Good Answers	The special inquisitors' office of the Holy See bids me deliver a new kind of building material─blocks of compressed snow. Curious. They have a fine new icehouse of stone, and even dragoons would find it bitter cold in a chamber of snow. What would the Holy See store in such a place?	122	1	2	2	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	17	274	63	80012	131149	True	4	101	0	0	230	29	5	3643001	110068	True	4306790	67
748	744	Eye for an Eye	The astroscope they called the Lazy Eye surveys the heavens at last, and great is the joy of the astrologians. Alas, the Observatorium has amassed many an artisan in the making of the great lens, and time lies heavy on their hands. The answer is clear: we must make another, even greater lens.	136	1	2	2	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	17	274	63	80012	131150	True	4	101	0	0	230	15	5	3643001	110068	True	4307358	67
749	745	Mythril Madness	The astrologians of the Observatorium enjoy foraging for rare blue mythril, for there are few enough distractions in this life. One returned from a cave he innocently called “aglow with the light of the Deep.” I shut him in the cellar before he could cause merry mayhem. Ascertain the truth of this, and quickly.	136	1	2	2	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	17	274	63	80012	131151	True	4	69	0	0	230	25	5	3643001	110068	True	4307391	67
750	746	Nature Is a Monster	In the highlands, Snowcloak grows ever thicker, playing the miser with water for central Coerthas and grinding brush, trees, even a hunting cabin to splinters with its icy bulk. It fattens itself on the cold like a living thing; we must know what it is─an ice cliff still, or a cloudkin.	137	1	2	2	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	17	274	63	80012	131152	True	4	91	0	0	231	14	5	3643492	110069	True	4307652	67
751	747	Brother in Arms	House Fortemps owes the wyrms a debt of fire. A dragoon I loved well, the first among us, fell at the Stone Vigil. We buried him in armor; there was no separating him from it. This cannon we forge from steel and tears─it will bear his name so that he may fight alongside us again.	138	1	2	2	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	17	274	63	80012	131153	True	4	101	0	0	231	29	5	3643492	110069	True	4307657	67
752	748	Breach and Build	It is not a question of if we retake the Stone Vigil, but when. As such, we must consider the repairs to be made. The outer defenses we will breach here and here. These will need to be rebuilt in stone, and the sooner began the better. We shall mortar them with the blood of our dead if necessary.	139	1	2	2	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	17	274	63	80012	131154	True	4	101	0	0	231	15	5	3643492	110069	True	4307671	67
753	749	Not Losing Our Heads This Time	The Stone Vigil will be won by solving deadly puzzles we could not at the last battle. One such cipher is how to send runners and supplies while dodging the wyverns' barbed tails and fiery breaths. The answer is that we do not dodge, we dig. Study the earth well, for we mean to sink our trenches deep.	139	1	2	2	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	17	274	63	80012	131155	True	4	69	0	0	231	25	5	3643492	110069	True	4307679	67
754	750	Metal Has No Master	I need no god to mete out unto me what is fit to be mine. Over the sorry earth of Mor Dhona lies scattered the wreck of the Garlean fleet. A feather that floats in the wind will float in the waves. You fear the Holy See's displeasure? Fear mine, if you do not bring me the outland alloy.	63	1	2	3	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	17	274	67	80013	131156	True	4	91	0	0	232	14	5	4258822	110070	True	4306530	67
755	751	Crystal Mess	The dig at Silvertear Falls has reached a new phase, and we are ready to excavate the fill from what we believe to be either a chocobo burial or the site of a grand feast. The workers, however, refuse─no, nothing so rude, it would be more apt to say they decline─to remove the crystals that have sprung up overnight atop the ditch.	124	1	2	3	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	17	274	67	80013	131157	True	4	101	0	0	232	29	5	4258822	110070	True	4306532	67
756	752	Sucker Seer	Through many a tavern door─and at least one window, by all accounts─has Pipikkuli been ushered out without ceremony for his wild tales of crystallized treasures in Mor Dhona. Yet, if the rumors about the mad goings-on at Saint Coinach's Find be true, his words are no wind.	77	1	2	3	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	17	274	67	80013	131158	True	4	101	0	0	232	15	5	4258822	110070	True	4306536	67
757	753	Hybrid Hypotheses	Between two states of things lie answers. The change that came over Mor Dhona─was it an accident of magicks, man, or both? Are things made crystalline frozen in time, as some say? These trees are chimeras, sturdy mules that shall carry these weighty questions on a long journey to the truth.	64	1	2	3	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	17	274	67	80013	131159	True	4	69	0	0	232	25	5	4258822	110070	True	4306538	67
758	754	Adventurers' Relish	Lominsan anchovies─delicious! What you do is, pack 'em in a pot of salt for a few weeks, craven style─no head or guts, haha! Soak 'em, take out the bones, and pestle with butter and bread crumbs. And spices, of course! Two kinds of pepper, and I like a bit o' cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	141	6	4	1	1	0	1	28	27	36	0	19	276	27	80011	917985	True	0	1	19656	18	184	42	5	4258956	110168	True	9199534	14
759	755	Soup to Guts	People call Merlthor gobies a trash fish not fit for the pot. I say all that bottom-feeding gives 'em a nice, grounded flavor. They're mighty fine baked, and I've made some real nice goby stock, simmered in white wine with a touch o' garlic. Makes a beautiful risotto! <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	141	6	4	1	1	0	1	28	27	36	0	19	276	27	80011	917986	True	0	1	19656	18	184	42	5	4258956	110168	True	9199534	14
760	756	A Kelping Hand	I had a dish of beans from a street stall the other day. Exquisite! Tender as honey in sachets of silk. The cook showed me how she boils them, with a strip of malm kelp among the bubbling beans. She said she learnt it from her mother, who was an adventurer from the eastern lands. Must try that! <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	141	6	4	1	1	0	1	28	27	36	0	19	276	27	80011	917987	True	0	1	19656	18	184	42	5	4258956	110168	True	9199534	14
761	757	Poor Boys Eat Well	Nothing beats finger shrimp for a wastrel's wedge. I like to season 'em with garlic and red spices before I deep-fry 'em. Buttermilk and millioncorn flour batter, of course. And I rub the wedges o' bread with a bit of lemon and mustard before piling on the shrimp and dill. Not too much o' the green! <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	141	6	4	1	1	0	1	28	27	36	0	19	276	27	80011	917988	True	0	1	19656	18	184	42	5	4258956	110168	True	9199534	14
762	758	Cloud Cutlet	Ocean clouds are tricky things to cook. It's all about how mature they are. A fry can't take any real cooking, but pop a handful in a soup tureen and it makes all the fish and clams in there sing. And a plate of full-grown clouds deep-fried in tea oil? Like eating a summer day. Exquisite! <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	141	6	4	1	5	0	1	30	27	37	0	19	276	27	80011	917989	True	0	1	35601	90	185	42	5	4258956	110164	True	9163353	14
763	759	They Taste Just as Pretty	Everybody knows what a coral butterfly looks like, but not many know the taste. First things first, cut all the stingers off. I like to keep it simple with this one, so people can appreciate the flavor─floured and fried, maybe with some nice string yams on the side. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	141	6	4	1	5	0	1	30	27	37	0	19	276	27	80011	917990	True	0	1	35601	90	185	42	5	4258956	110164	True	9163353	14
764	760	Yummy in the Tummy	Ahhh, sea cukes. You've had my pork belly and sea cukes, haven't you? Takes time and care, but simple enough. Most people forget to scrape out the cukes─that's bad. Make sure to boil the cukes and blanch the pork─separately, of course. Then you fry them together, and simmer in sauce. Delicious! <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	141	6	4	1	5	0	1	30	27	37	0	19	276	27	80011	917991	True	0	1	21361	33	204	30	5	4258956	110164	True	9163353	14
765	761	Splendor in the Glass	I don't rest easy unless my pickle cellar's full; there's only a few dozen demijohns of herring left. Lampworkers' herring, we call it─cured in brine instead of salt, then layered with lemon and red onion slices and sealed with spiced wine vinegar. Very nice, you could eat it every day. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	141	6	4	1	5	0	1	30	27	37	0	19	276	27	80011	917992	True	0	1	21361	33	204	30	5	4258956	110164	True	9163353	14
766	762	Fish by Many Other Names	Anything you see being sold as “bay trout” or “flatfish” in these parts is the Moraby flounder. Also, “La Noscean sole,” “summer dab,” “dock brill,” “cockeyed corsair,” and any number of other things. The fish of the people, you might say, and one that never lacks for demand. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	142	6	4	1	10	0	1	31	218	44	0	19	276	33	80011	917993	True	0	1	54594	180	186	42	5	4258097	110165	True	4164750	14
767	763	Just Add Water	Old women jest that tiger cod is like first love: better dried and salted than fresh. A great many things have been thus compared to the first tenderness of the heart, but surely this is one of the best─snowy flakes of delicate sea-flesh, merely awaiting a soak to come alive again. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	142	6	4	1	10	0	1	31	218	45	0	19	276	33	80011	917994	True	0	1	54594	180	186	42	5	4258097	110165	True	4164750	14
768	764	Brain Candy	Foods too rich for other palates are often those most sought out by the Qiqirn. Pebble crabs have unusually large brains─best not to reflect too deeply upon what that means─and the Qiqirn bite into them like ripe plums after supping heartily on the rest of the shellfish. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	142	6	4	1	10	0	1	31	218	44	0	19	276	33	80011	917995	True	0	1	32757	65	205	30	5	4258097	110165	True	4164750	14
769	765	The Fertile Incandescent	The lands are lean near the sea, and every few seasons, custom calls for the fields to be feasted. Called “silvering the soil,” the field is covered in harbor herring through the night so that sunrise finds it too bright to look upon. The fish are plowed under by noon, and rich grows the soil. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	142	6	4	1	10	0	1	31	218	46	0	19	276	33	80011	917996	True	0	1	32757	65	205	30	5	4258097	110165	True	4164750	14
770	766	My Own Private Shell	Ain't life funny? Here I am still on the beach, searchin' fer shells. I've got me a trade now, though, and 'tain't pretties I need today but oysters what taverns can stew up in great cauldrons, or serve fresh on th' shell with salt an' whisky. I surely wouldn't touch that, but I like me a stew! <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	143	6	4	1	15	0	1	33	223	59	0	19	276	33	80011	917997	True	0	1	98039	270	187	42	5	4258112	110167	True	4165468	14
771	767	The Deepest Cut	Good eatin', razor clams, but they sure are sharp! I sliced me feet up something bad once. Didn't go home till the cut stopped bleedin' on account of I was afraid of a strappin'. But of course, Da beat me for bein' late with water for his stills. At least the clam didn't mean no harm. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	143	6	4	1	15	0	1	33	223	60	0	19	276	33	80011	917998	True	0	1	98039	270	187	42	5	4258112	110167	True	4165468	14
772	768	The Moral of the Coral	It sure is nice being able to help! Got me an order from a customer what runs a fancy store in town. They got crystal doorknobs, doesn't that just take the cake? She's real nice, always got a cuppa for me like I was a proper lady. She says everything fancy comes from somethin' plain. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	143	6	4	1	15	0	1	33	223	59	0	19	276	33	80011	917999	True	0	1	58824	98	206	30	5	4258112	110167	True	4165468	14
773	769	Crab Life by the Horns	I went by an alchemist's an' jus' introduced meself, asked him can I do you some nice oysters or somethin' like that? Bold as paint, though I tell ya, my knees were shakin' something fierce! An' he says he needs hisself helmet crabs. Can you believe it? I got me a new customer! <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	143	6	4	1	15	0	1	33	223	64	0	19	276	33	80011	918000	True	0	1	58824	98	206	30	5	4258112	110167	True	4165468	14
774	770	Sounds Fishy to Me	They keep fish as ornaments, did you know about this? It's absolutely mad, the habits of these Lominsans. Who wants that high stink in their home, is what I was thinking, and well, it turns out the fish are supposed to be alive. Well! I'm a hunter, not a trapper, thank you very much. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	144	6	4	2	20	0	1	56	129	14	0	19	276	56	80012	918001	True	0	1	141630	360	188	42	5	4258347	110146	True	3258964	14
775	771	The Long and the Shortcrust	You know the only good fish to eat? Eels. I absolutely adore eel pie─it's as good as anything you'll find on land. The only thing wrong with them is that before they're chopped up and put in pies they look─yes, they do, they really do─like snakes. I'd much rather you caught them. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	144	6	4	2	20	0	1	56	129	11	0	19	276	56	80012	918002	True	0	1	141630	360	188	42	5	4258347	110146	True	3258964	14
776	772	Food Chain Reaction	I thought a fish farm might be a good idea, but surprise, surprise, there was something I didn't know. The faerie bass I put in─the entire flock or lesson or whatever you call them─are eating the anchovies. I need you to just fish out the bass and not the other kind, the whatsits. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	144	6	4	2	20	0	1	56	129	14	0	19	276	56	80012	918003	True	0	1	84978	130	207	30	5	4258347	110146	True	3258964	14
777	773	Blind Ambition	Can you believe the nerve, this goblin fisherman said I wouldn't be able to outfish him even if he were blindfolded! Well, I took the bet, of course! We Keepers of the Moon do not take insults lying down, especially if they're true! Since he won't be able to see a thing, you can prove him wrong. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	144	6	4	2	20	0	1	56	129	11	0	19	276	56	80012	918004	True	0	1	84978	130	207	30	5	4258347	110146	True	3258964	14
778	774	A Shocking Soirée	I don't see how they can snicker at Ul'dahns considering what passes for amusement in Limsa. Did you know about these parties where people hold electric eels whilst clasping hands? They call them fish fries, haha. Anyway, that fad's done, and the fish are a rank nuisance back in the wild. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	144	6	4	2	25	0	1	56	129	15	0	19	276	56	80012	918005	True	0	1	255336	450	189	42	5	4258347	110147	True	3258964	14
779	775	A Watery Web of Lies	I've an old friend visiting, and─this is really embarrassing─she thinks I'm a first-rate fisherman, living large in the shining city on the sea. Well, I can't very well disappoint her, I'm her hero! Catch me a few fat salmons so she won't have her heart broken into a thousand pieces. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	144	6	4	2	25	0	1	56	129	15	0	19	276	56	80012	918006	True	0	1	255336	450	189	42	5	4258347	110147	True	3258964	14
780	776	Fishing 101	You know, I figured out that my life would be so much easier if I could actually fish well. I'd be able to stop all this fibbing, for one. There's no substitute for practice, so I guess you can tell everyone Daca Jinjahl's gone fishin'! Oh, could you get me a few dark bass so I can make bait? <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	144	6	4	2	25	0	1	56	129	15	0	19	276	56	80012	918007	True	0	1	153202	163	208	30	5	4258347	110147	True	3258964	14
781	777	The Truth Will Set You Free	I was at the Sanctum of the Twelve, and ended up confessing all─that I'd been hiring adventurers to catch my fish for me. It's utterly mad, but it felt so good to come clean. I mean, she was a gardener not a cleric, but still. And she wants me to find ornamentals for their pond. An honest job! <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	144	6	4	2	25	0	1	56	129	15	0	19	276	56	80012	918008	True	0	1	153202	163	208	30	5	4258347	110147	True	3258964	14
782	778	A Recipe for Disaster	I am in the employ of Master Gegeruju. You've no doubt heard of his business successes and personal...excesses. A certain young person has become a fixture on his arm of late, and this special friend has it in her rather untenanted mind to cook for him. I have been tasked with procuring ingredients. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	145	6	4	1	30	0	1	32	206	52	0	19	276	32	80011	918009	True	0	1	344153	540	190	42	5	4258923	110166	True	3629736	14
783	779	Just Call Me Late for Dinner	Master Gegeruju's new favorite is less of a culinarian than was advertised. The amount of food she has rendered inedible is as remarkable as the diversity of their manner of destruction. Still, the show must go on─herring this time. They are slated to die a vinegary death in a marinade attempt. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	145	6	4	1	30	0	1	32	206	52	0	19	276	32	80011	918010	True	0	1	344153	540	190	42	5	4258923	110166	True	3629736	14
784	780	Kitchen Nightmares No More	Well, I cannot deny that there is great relief among the household. The young person will not set foot in the kitchen again, and we shall finally see breakfast, lunch, and dinner on the table rather than charred onto pans and plastered on the ceiling. A celebration is in order, I believe. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	145	6	4	1	30	0	1	32	206	53	0	19	276	32	80011	918011	True	0	1	206492	195	209	30	5	4258923	110166	True	3629736	14
785	781	The Blue Period	If she cannot have the kitchen, Master Gegeruju's special friend must have her atelier. A sultana's ransom in paint and canvas is a small price to pay, and on that, the entire household is in agreement. However, pigment-yielding sea pickles being plenteous, some small economizing is in order. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	145	6	4	1	30	0	1	32	206	53	0	19	276	32	80011	918012	True	0	1	206492	195	209	30	5	4258923	110166	True	3629736	14
786	782	The Perks of Politics	Of late, the Observatorium has been playing host to an increasing number of visitors from the Holy See. While puzzled by these inspection tours that see little and hear much, the astrologians are pleased to have the coin for meals that nourish rather than punish. The fish course is yours to purvey. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	146	6	4	2	35	0	1	63	385	26	0	19	276	63	80012	918013	True	0	1	472989	630	191	42	5	4258781	110160	True	3631239	14
787	783	Hands off Our Fish	When the moon waxes full, troutflesh grows sweet. Alas, raccoons know this as well as any fisherman, and they will have their clever paws in the water. The Twelve surely meant crimson trout to pass from this life gazing cross-eyed upon our hooks, not the bewhiskered snouts of those washers of sin. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	146	6	4	2	35	0	1	63	385	26	0	19	276	63	80012	918014	True	0	1	472989	630	191	42	5	4258781	110160	True	3631239	14
788	784	Fry Me a River	It is the annual custom of the Confraternity of Fisherfolk to release fry into those waters where we make our livelihood, to give where we have taken. Alas, an unaccountable surge in the number of giant bass threatens our precious babes. Cull the aggressors with all the fury of a mother roused. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	146	6	4	2	35	0	1	63	385	26	0	19	276	63	80012	918015	True	0	1	283794	228	210	30	5	4258781	110160	True	3631239	14
789	785	Gathering Light	Glass is the lesser of the lenses used by the astrologians. The other resides in the mind─a poor thing in most men, too cracked and flawed to see much that is not murky. The few with the gift enter the Observatorium, and with the essence of marimo is that phrenic lens ground and furbished. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	146	6	4	2	35	0	1	63	385	32	0	19	276	63	80012	918016	True	0	1	283794	228	210	30	5	4258781	110160	True	3631239	14
790	786	Empire Builder	Before the Calamity, the lakes were as a metropolis teeming with fish noble and common, its streets paved with gold. But the chill has made hamlets of these cities and I toil to fill the void, releasing fry fit for colder climes. See if the Bronze Lake trout have taken; I dare not hope. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	147	6	4	2	40	0	1	63	402	28	0	19	276	63	80012	918017	True	0	1	700265	720	192	42	5	4258782	110161	True	3631239	14
791	787	Laird of the Lakes	I was but a simple fisher before the Calamity, content to let nature provide for me. But in changing times, only changemakers may flourish, or indeed survive. I am become the keeper of these waters; I know the needs of each lake I seed. It is time to cull the pikes─they grow overlarge. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	147	6	4	2	40	0	1	63	402	32	0	19	276	63	80012	918018	True	0	1	700265	720	192	42	5	4258782	110161	True	3631239	14
792	788	Make a Fish	It is a curious fact that some fish may live in waters salty and fresh. The Lominsan smelt I seeded here in the highland lake have thriven, and folk scarce remember that the Abalathian smelt sprang from the mind of Louviaune. They have spawned well again, and we may expect an excellent haul. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	147	6	4	2	40	0	1	63	402	32	0	19	276	63	80012	918019	True	0	1	420159	260	211	30	5	4258782	110161	True	3631239	14
793	789	Rationally Speaking	Having heard of House Durendaire's keen interest in higher-quality rations, I offered samples fit for the needs of their dragoons, and was rewarded with an order for the salt-dried golden loach. I will ready the sacks of salt and the vasty vats whilst you go catch a goodly haul. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	147	6	4	2	40	0	1	63	402	31	0	19	276	63	80012	918020	True	0	1	420159	260	211	30	5	4258782	110161	True	3631239	14
794	790	Putting the Zap on Nature	Certain electrical phenomena─phenomena of a rather distressing nature─suggest that the Allagan Empire may have created electric fish. Just think! They may have originated magitek, and reshaped living creatures to their own ends. Only a highly invasive study will reveal the truth. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	148	6	4	3	45	0	1	67	416	24	0	19	276	67	80013	918021	True	0	1	916282	810	193	42	5	4258842	110152	True	4261601	14
795	791	Awash in Evidence	The midden heap from the dig has produced much fishbone, the reconstruction of which suggests a bass. If life in the lake has changed so little over the centuries, Silvertear could well be the mythical “Bathtub of the Twelve.” We must compare the bones to a modern bass, looking well before we leap. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	148	6	4	3	45	0	1	67	416	24	0	19	276	67	80013	918022	True	0	1	916282	810	193	42	5	4258842	110152	True	4261601	14
796	792	Snail Fail	A visiting naturalist has a taste for the ignus snail, curiously enough. Nobody else can abide the Amalj'aa delicacy─in fact, nobody else can digest it─but he makes a quick and noisy meal out of them, creating a shell mound for future naturalists to draw erroneous conclusions from. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	148	6	4	3	45	0	1	67	416	94	0	19	276	67	80013	918023	True	0	1	549769	293	212	30	5	4258842	110152	True	4261601	14
797	793	Sleeper Creeper	A bloodcurdling scream or two in the night is business as usual for us at Saint Coinach's Find, but a whole cacophony of them needs quieting. These nocturnal visits from sludgeskippers from the lake must end. Dank it may be, but a naturalist's bed is no place for amphibious fish. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>Requires: Fishing Tackle<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	148	6	4	3	45	0	1	67	416	24	0	19	276	67	80013	918024	True	0	1	549769	293	212	30	5	4258842	110152	True	4261601	14
798	794	Don't Touch Our Stuff	A cowardly attack was made on a supply party en route to the Moraby Drydocks. The way of these lesser beings is to impel the party to discard cargo in order to remove the wounded to safety. In the name of the Maelstrom, find and protect these supplies from any creature foolish enough to desire what is ours.	98	2	13	1	20	20	1	31	337	0	0	34	277	31	80011	196619	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	36	3	4103304	110048	True	4178179	14
799	795	Victory Is Mine, Not Yours	The Serpent Reavers sail this very moment towards the Moraby shipyard, intent on besmirching the honor of a maiden most fair. The <Emphasis>Victory</Emphasis> slumbers in her drydock, still but half a ship. In the name of the Maelstrom, you are hereby bid to intercept the piratical fleet and speak to them─in tongues of fire.	98	2	13	1	20	5	1	31	337	0	0	34	277	31	80011	196620	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	21	3	4103304	110048	True	4167151	14
800	796	The Creeps from Work	Undead souls have been sighted about the Moraby Drydocks, and when such a contagion is to be found around shipbuilders or childing matrons, great perturbation is sure to follow. In the name of the Maelstrom, we petition you to find and slay these creatures, whatever the beastkin guises they wear. (Begin by surprising a lightning sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	98	2	13	1	20	20	1	31	337	0	0	34	277	31	80011	196621	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	34	3	4103304	110048	True	4167150	14
801	797	Throw the Book at Him	The goblin Wormwix Scribbletalk, wanted for trafficking in forbidden tomes, has arrived in Vylbrand. There is every sign that he has upon his person another of his terrible tomes, the loathsome leaves of which hold a voidsent. Allow not the creature to slip its bonds, nor the miscreant to escape your justice.	99	2	13	1	20	20	1	31	337	0	0	34	277	31	80011	196622	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	22	3	4103304	110048	True	4164750	14
802	798	Burn It Down	A bonfire burns in the woods this day, and burn it must until the coblyns' unspeakable harvest is reduced to ashes as fine as snuff and pale as morning prayer. The Black Boars would stay to guard the flames, but an urgent hunt calls us away. We petition you to keep alive the flame, no matter who─or what─comes to douse it.	103	2	14	2	20	20	1	55	107	0	0	34	278	55	80012	196623	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	36	3	4103445	110051	True	3258960	14
803	799	A Little Constructive Exorcism	New defensive positions are planned to counter the Garlean impingement on the Twelveswood. The Blue Badgers, the engineers of the Order of the Twin Adder, march for the site to begin erecting the fortifications. Precede them there and slay the creatures who would surely prove a nuisance to the brave Badgers' noble endeavor.	104	2	14	2	20	5	1	55	107	0	0	34	278	55	80012	196624	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	21	3	4103445	110051	True	3251859	14
804	800	Mortal Munchies	A supply party has come under imp attack and its precious cargo of food stolen. The foul creatures transformed themselves into beastkin and vanished among the trees ere a chase could be given. You are bid to find them and settle this matter. (Begin by surprising a wind sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	103	2	14	2	20	20	1	55	107	0	0	34	278	55	80012	196625	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	34	3	4103445	110051	True	3258961	14
805	801	She's So Mean	We need hardly recite the crimes of Lefquene the Mystic, whose power within the Lambs of Dalamud has grown with every act of mayhem perpetrated against all of Eorzea. Yet power draws envy and fear; someone close to Lefquene whispers to us of her presence in Nine Ivies. Beware the demons under her sway; plant the blade deep.	105	2	14	2	20	20	1	55	107	0	0	34	278	55	80012	196626	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	22	3	4103445	110051	True	4164730	14
806	802	A Cold-blooded Business	The Amalj'aa have attacked another caravan carrying supplies for the Immortal Flames. Much of what was lost is mere trifle, but the urn destined for our arcanists must not be fouled. The lizardmen try our patience; let them make sable-brushes of their bodies as they crawl home, painting a red tale of caution for others.	107	2	15	3	20	20	1	44	300	0	0	34	279	44	80013	196627	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	36	3	4103464	110054	True	3446733	14
807	803	Watch Me If You Can	The Amalj'aa grow ever bolder and their antics threaten the trade routes of eastern Thanalan. The Ala Mhigan Brigade will garrison by the oasis, but we shall need a diversion while we entrench. Stage a gaudy demon hunt, that you may draw the lizards' attention to the other side of the ridge and allay their suspicion.	108	2	15	3	20	5	1	44	300	0	0	34	279	44	80013	196628	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	21	3	4103464	110054	True	3446703	14
808	804	Blood in the Water	There are shape-shifters about, maddening the wild beasts among whom they travel. Caravans have seen screaming sheep, wool dripping crimson and horns crusted black, reel into oases to foul the water with their corruption. Root out the shape-shifters and afford them neither ruth nor rage. (Begin by surprising an earth sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	109	2	15	3	20	20	1	44	300	0	0	34	279	44	80013	196629	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	34	3	4103464	110054	True	3446726	14
809	805	The Burning Reason	One of our desert snakes brings news of Mamanzo the Charred, he who literally burns to serve the primal Ifrit. His devotion is more than deliration to be abhorred; we fear that his acts of self-immolation will prove a contagion that brings other thaumaturges under Ifrit's thrall. Suffer not this marked one to live.	110	2	15	3	20	20	1	44	300	0	0	34	279	44	80013	196630	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	22	3	4103464	110054	True	4164765	14
810	806	Of Mice and Demons	We the Knights of the Barracuda are taking command of Oschon's Torch to bolster the defenses of the Moraby Drydocks. Supply missions to the garrison there have been attacked one too many times, no doubt at the instigation of Qiqirn brigands who then make off with unguarded cargo. Fiend or footpad, dispatch all foes.	98	2	13	1	25	20	1	31	337	0	0	34	277	31	80011	196631	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	36	3	4103304	110049	True	4178181	14
811	807	Wrong and Rite	A group of Sahagin has come ashore in the cover of night, and a fell ritual is underway as we speak among the tall grass of Idle Hearts. We fear they mean to strike the aetheryte at the Moraby Drydocks by employing earth magicks. In the name of the Maelstrom, end these meddlers and bury their shells where they fall.	100	2	13	1	25	5	1	31	337	0	0	34	277	31	80011	196632	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	21	3	4103304	110049	True	4167152	14
812	808	Double Dose of Impin'	Imps in the guise of beastkin are playing havoc with sentries. It is a matter of time before they are befuddled into doing harm to each other. In the name of the Maelstrom, you are bid to find these servants of malice and dispatch them. (Begin by surprising a lightning sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	98	2	13	1	25	20	1	31	337	0	0	34	277	31	80011	196633	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	34	3	4103304	110049	True	4167151	14
813	809	You're a Liar, Mansel Black	Twin-tongued Mansel, the dark thaumaturge of the Lambs of Dalamud, has finally surfaced. He has no doubt suffered privations during these months on the run; malice fattens upon lean times, they say. Tread carefully and strike surely, for fat or lean, there is no ferity greater than that of a cornered beast.	99	2	13	1	25	20	1	31	337	0	0	34	277	31	80011	196634	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	22	3	4103304	110049	True	4164750	14
814	810	Go with the Flow	Some deride us as the Candy Company, so false a color under which we sail. Under the guise of making maple syrup, we drain poison from a cult's secret copse of death apples. Success is nigh, but a swarm of bees has been dispatched to reclaim the hellish honey. Stand with us to defend the sap auger and slay every bee.	103	2	14	2	25	20	1	55	107	0	0	34	278	55	80012	196635	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	36	3	4103445	110052	True	3258962	14
815	811	Sylph Strands	Sylphs under the thrall of the primal Ramuh are raising a new fort, using brute strength to squeeze out sylphs friendly to us. Neither the intimidation nor the structure must be allowed to stand. Your prowess as a slayer of sylphs precedes you. We petition you to go in our stead and do this bloody yet righteous deed.	105	2	14	2	25	5	1	55	107	0	0	34	278	55	80012	196636	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	21	3	4103445	110052	True	3258960	14
816	812	Blinded by the Wight	Nighttime patrols have proven hazardous of late, with many returning to camp hours─sometimes days─later with tales of snow white hinds, roads that wind like curls of wood, and faithless constellations. Clearly, some infernal creature is in need of an escort back to hell. (Begin by surprising a wind sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	105	2	14	2	25	20	1	55	107	0	0	34	278	55	80012	196637	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	34	3	4103445	110052	True	3258961	14
817	813	A Real Wingnut	Once a friend to the Order of the Twin Adder, Pannixia of the Woven Wing has turned against us and demands that other sylphs join her in this folly─or perish in agony as her magicks consume them with exquisite slowness. She is too powerful a conjurer to have as a foe, and she refuses all offers of friendship. What must be done must be done.	105	2	14	2	25	20	1	55	107	0	0	34	278	55	80012	196638	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	22	3	4103445	110052	True	4164730	14
818	814	Don't Tear Down This Wall	The Immortal Flames ride for Camp Drybone to repair the damage to its perimeter wall, but scouts report a torch-bearing raiding party of Amalj'aa will surely reach the wall─and the trove of building material─before them. We petition you to head them off and ensure that they keep their scaly hands off the supplies.	108	2	15	3	25	20	1	44	300	0	0	34	279	44	80013	196639	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	36	3	4103464	110055	True	3446708	14
819	815	Food for Thought	Many a chain has been broken by the Calamity, and the jagged ends draw blood. There have been fewer aldgoats and sheep about these parts since destruction rained down from above, and now we have reports of starving beastkin attacking caravans. Once a man-eater, always a man-eater─suffer them not to live.	109	2	15	3	25	5	1	44	300	0	0	34	279	44	80013	196640	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	21	3	4103464	110055	True	3446699	14
820	816	The Third Prize Is that You're Slain	No sooner than we slay a fire-starting imp and dispatch another dubbed the Grey Strangler do we receive word of an imp who takes the form of an aldgoat and bars the way of supply trains. While this places a distant third to arson and choking the life out of children, we feel that a consistent response is called for. (Begin by surprising an earth sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	109	2	15	3	25	20	1	44	300	0	0	34	279	44	80013	196641	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	34	3	4103464	110055	True	3446695	14
821	817	A Heart Aflame	The serial fire-starter Margry Flintheart has been revealed as a devotee of the primal Ifrit. She has also been seen wielding dark tomes to summon voidsent. Repentance is neither likely nor particularly welcome at this juncture. Beware weakening the ward on the forbidden book, whilst you extinguish Margry's fire for good.	110	2	15	3	25	20	1	44	300	0	0	34	279	44	80013	196642	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	22	3	4103464	110055	True	4164765	14
822	818	Road Worriers	We the Knights of the Barracuda are taking command of road upkeep and repair, for bitter experience has taught us that what is overlooked in cobbles and struts may be paid in flesh and blood. Yet, to low beings such as the kobolds, this is but another opportunity for thievery. We petition adventurers of stout heart to stand guard over the supplies.	101	2	13	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	34	277	32	80011	196643	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	36	3	4103440	110050	True	4178203	14
823	819	It's Better (for You) Under the Sea	Sahagin scouts have been spotted near Bloodshore sending signals, and the semaphore they employed indicates that the Serpent Reavers are joining the festivities soon. In the name of the Maelstrom, greet the fishbacks and their pet pirates─and remember that when you fish the Sahagin, there are no little ones to throw back.	100	2	13	1	30	5	1	32	206	0	0	34	277	32	80011	196644	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	21	3	4103440	110050	True	4167305	14
824	820	You Are NOT a Pirate	Our ears to the ground have certain knowledge of a transaction between a Qiqirn trader of unsavory reputation and the imperial forces of Garlemald. The latter will appear at the rendezvous disguised as pirates. In the name of the Maelstrom, you are bid to discover and destroy them. (Begin by questioning the Qiqirn with /doubt, then slay those who respond to acquire a magitek transceiver. Use this item on pirates to see through their guises.)	99	2	13	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	34	277	32	80011	196645	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	34	3	4103440	110050	True	4167315	14
825	821	Twenty-nine Was the Cutoff	The 426th Order mendicant Zi Gu has slain thirty men and women of the Maelstrom; by the laws of the sea and man his life is forfeit. He thinks to hide in Bloodshore, which has a reputation─outdated, we can assure you─for being friendly to both outlaws and alchemy. In the name of the Maelstrom, carry out his sentence.	100	2	13	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	34	277	32	80011	196646	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	22	3	4103440	110050	True	4164762	14
826	822	援護指令：第426洞穴団せん滅作戦	新たな採掘地を求めて、コボルド族の集団「第426洞穴団」がブラッドショアに進出してきた。このまま奴らに根付かれる訳にはいかん。我が隊の陸戦兵と協力し、敵をせん滅せよ。我らの団結力を見せつけてやるのだ。	102	2	13	1	30	20	1	32	206	0	0	34	277	32	80011	196647	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	33	3	4103440	110050	True	4167317	14
827	823	This Is Going to Sting, A Lot	The Redbelly Wasps have learned of our secret supply depot in the woods, and now seek to plunder the store of rations. When war comes, the cache could mean the difference between life and death for men and women of the Grand Companies. Protect it─if not at the cost of your own life, then the Wasps'.	103	2	14	2	30	20	1	56	123	0	0	34	278	56	80012	196648	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	36	3	4106909	110053	True	4178226	14
828	824	Creature Feature	Camp Tranquil is far from that lately, with beasts of all sorts popping up everywhere but in the afternoon mug of barley soup. Some fear we are being softened up for an attack by enemies unknown. Such terrors being more harmful than an occasional imp in the outhouse, the infestation must be cleared out forthwith.	104	2	14	2	30	5	1	56	123	0	0	34	278	56	80012	196649	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	21	3	4106909	110053	True	4167634	14
829	825	It Goes with the Territory	Garlemald continues to send its agents into Eorzea, insinuating themselves drop by drop into grooves of discontent and cupidity like the ceruleum in their magitek. Soon, goblin merchants will meet with Garleans in poachers' guise. Flush them out─and since they love Gridania so well, let this land be their final resting place. (Begin by questioning goblins with /doubt, then slay those who respond to acquire a magitek transceiver. Use this item on poachers to see through their guises.)	105	2	14	2	30	20	1	56	123	0	0	34	278	56	80012	196650	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	34	3	4106909	110053	True	3799684	14
830	826	Dead Man Walking	The turncloak Clairvisse has been sighted for the first time since he proved himself no true bow of the Gods' Quiver. He is...much changed. The Lambs of Dalamud accord him the warped honor of consorting with voidsent. When one betrays the Quiver, he is as a man dead; complete his dying, and the Twelve forgive him.	105	2	14	2	30	20	1	56	123	0	0	34	278	56	80012	196651	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	22	3	4106909	110053	True	4164736	14
831	827	援護指令：白狼隊の実戦訓練	我々白狼隊は、グリダニア在住の若き志願兵によって構成された部隊です。士気は高いのですが、その反面、実践経験には乏しいのです。歴戦の冒険者の皆様、ぜひ魔物相手の実戦訓練に同行し、模範を示してください。	106	2	14	2	30	20	1	56	123	0	0	34	278	56	80012	196652	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	33	3	4106909	110053	True	3799688	14
832	828	Bridges of Qiqirn Country	The engineer corps has been delayed by a sandstorm, and the supply party can no longer tarry to guard the materials delivered for repairs to the bridge near Broken Water. Yet it would be madness to leave the materials unprotected, for Qiqirn bandits call this area their own. Hold off the thieving beastmen and guard the supplies.	108	2	15	3	30	20	1	45	313	0	0	34	279	45	80013	196653	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	36	3	4103469	110056	True	4178237	14
833	829	And Then There Were None	It begins as a dryness in the mouth, then a fever in the mind. The chill comes next: spreading through the ranks, shriveling resolve and making the most unreasoning fears condense into the lowest of actions. This is how we take the heart from the enemy. Amalj'aa scouts approach─let them vanish, and terror take all those who wait.	112	2	15	3	30	5	1	45	313	0	0	34	279	45	80013	196654	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	21	3	4103469	110056	True	3437845	14
834	830	The Cost of Living	Magitek is a powerful means of seduction for agents of Garlemald, for there is never a shortage of Eorzean merchants who would give a great deal for such wares. One such rogue has a rendezvous with Garlean officers, the latter garbed as civilians. Find them and show them what it means to pay a high price. (Begin by casting your /doubt on suspicious merchants, then slaying the ones who respond to acquire magitek transceivers. Use these transceivers on vagrants to see through their guises.)	110	2	15	3	30	20	1	45	313	0	0	34	279	45	80013	196655	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	34	3	4103469	110056	True	3437847	14
835	831	Grapevine of Wrath	Whoever has a friend in Little Ala Mhigo also has an enemy, for a more sundered place the world has never known. The hexweaver Blackstake Rodegg Chah takes shelter there, but he was betrayed to us ere he had shaken from his feet the dust of the road. The commonfolk love him not, happily enough; you will not make a martyr today.	110	2	15	3	30	20	1	45	313	0	0	34	279	45	80013	196656	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	22	3	4103469	110056	True	4164772	14
836	832	援護指令：アラミゴ志願兵の実戦訓練	我が不滅隊には、祖国をガレマール帝国軍に滅ぼされたアラミゴの民が多数在籍している。だが、士気は旺盛なれども、経験が不足している者も少なくない。魔物を相手に行う実戦訓練に同行し、模範を示してくれ！	111	2	15	3	30	20	1	45	313	0	0	34	279	45	80013	196657	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	33	3	4103469	110056	True	3437848	14
837	833	Fanning the Flames	You are bid to join the defense of a lookout post in the central highlands of Coerthas, where a bonfire burns night and day in vigilance against the scaled abomination that is the Ixal. In the name of the Maelstrom and its friendship with Ishgard, keep high the flames and bring low the birdmen.	100	2	13	4	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	34	277	63	80014	196658	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	36	3	4270131	110081	True	4296392	14
838	834	Fishing off the Company Pier	Whoever takes food from the table of Ishgard deserves not a crumb of mercy, for the ignominy of hunger pains those proud dragoons far more than a lance through the gut. If the imps that fish the Sea of Clouds believe their beastkin guises sufficient to deceive our eyes, they shall pay doubly for their trespass. (Begin by surprising a wandering wisp with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	100	2	13	4	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	34	277	63	80014	196673	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	34	3	4270131	110081	True	3631240	14
839	835	Mad about You	Faster than spotted fever and more loathsome than blue death, madness is a contagion that must be destroyed root and stem. A great goobbue expelled by the Calamity roams the supply route, infecting all manner of creatures with its rage and sorrow. You are bid to slay it, and any who carry the seeds of its sickness.	100	2	13	4	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	34	277	63	80014	196674	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	22	3	4270131	110081	True	3631242	14
840	836			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
841	837			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
842	838	Feathered Foes	An Ixal has made off with a grimoire and its deadly cargo of voidsent─a daring act by a mere petty aeronaut with barely coin enough to hold together the wicker and silk of his balloon. The lowly who would assail the heights disrupt the order of things; this we cannot have. Bleed the hot air from this Lotoli Ahuatan.	105	2	14	4	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	34	278	63	80014	196659	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	22	3	4270131	110081	True	3631241	14
843	839	Just Making an Observation	The Observatorium in the central highlands of Coerthas is much troubled by beasts. Without revealing a great deal, the Holy See makes clear that this aery of dreamers has a strategic weight that its inhabitants know little of. Take yourself forthwith to this place nearer the firmaments, and feed the demons dirt and death.	132	2	14	4	35	5	1	63	385	0	0	34	278	63	80014	196660	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	21	3	4270131	110081	True	3631239	14
844	840	Roast Lamb with Mint and Hellfire	Dead sheep walk the pastures outside Ishgard, their festering limbs and cloudy eyes reanimated by parasites nestled deep within their entrails. Be cruel if you are to be kind─scorch the sheep to discover the vilekin and kill them with fire. (Begin by surprising a wandering wisp with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire brightseeds. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	104	2	14	4	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	34	278	63	80014	196675	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	34	3	4270131	110081	True	3631240	14
845	841			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
846	842			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
847	843	The Baddest Brigade in Town	We ride today to show the host of Ishgard the ways of the irregulars. The Ixal glory in their petty victories, mistaking their crude bushwhacking for high art. Aspirants of the Foreign Brigade! From balls to brains, you are rough, tough, and devils enough for an early death. If it must be today, take at least three birds with you.	111	2	15	4	35	5	1	63	385	0	0	34	279	63	80014	196661	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	21	3	4270131	110081	True	3631240	14
848	844	Dress for Aggress	Arrzaneth Ossuary warns of demons that walk in the guise of beastmen for some fell purpose. Ishgard opines that it is their way of probing where our vigilance declines, and make of those dips valleys where an army may amass. Find these skinwalkers, and learn what you can. (Begin by surprising an ice sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beastmen to see through their guises.)	110	2	15	4	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	34	279	63	80014	196662	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	34	3	4270131	110081	True	3631242	14
849	845	Pick Your Poison	The Foreign Brigade has detained a merchant who sold a quantity of bane on the black market. He has admitted all, including the rendezvous point. Go there henceforth, and keep the deadly commodity from its heretic buyers. Or shall we allow poisoners to creep through our streets, and fatten the already-stuffed purses of these rapacious slaves?	111	2	15	4	35	20	1	63	385	0	0	34	279	63	80014	196676	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	36	3	4270131	110081	True	4404038	14
850	846			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
851	847			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
852	848	Someone's Got a Big Mouth	The Holy See of Ishgard seeks assistance with their giant problem. The unrest caused by the dragon wars strains even the Holy See's impressive capacity for preemptive vengeance. In their stead, seek out the target of their displeasure and end his quarrelsome life. Ware, for he is like to have help close by.	99	2	13	4	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	34	277	63	80014	196663	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	22	3	4270237	110082	True	3637456	14
853	849	An Imp Mobile	One of the imps wanted for a bout of nuisance in Camp Tranquil has surfaced all the way in Coerthas. It must know there is a price to pay for shorting sheets, invading outhouses, fouling an officer's punch, and killing his batman. In the name of the Maelstrom, see through its beastkin guise and have the last laugh. (Begin by surprising a wandering wisp with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	100	2	13	4	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	34	277	63	80014	196664	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	34	3	4270237	110082	True	3637488	14
854	850	Papal Dispensation	A drove of chocobos bound for our stables was attacked on the lawless plains of Coerthas. Be as a bird of prey and return not until you are begummed with demon gore from beak to claw. None other than the Holy See of Ishgard entrusts us with this righteous slaughter.	100	2	13	4	40	5	1	63	402	0	0	34	277	63	80014	196677	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	21	3	4270237	110082	True	3637466	14
855	851			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
856	852			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
857	853	Yellow Is the New Black	Our friends in Ishgard have learned that the Yellow Serpents strike swift and true. So keenly do they seek our fangs and venom that they offer favored terms for chocobo export. An Ishgardian bird in hand is worth two in Vylbrand. Adventurers, be our venom in this thrust. Join the pale dragoons of Whitebrim in crushing the demons.	132	2	14	4	40	5	1	63	402	0	0	34	278	63	80014	196665	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	21	3	4270237	110082	True	3637488	14
858	854	Talk to My Voidsent	Coerthas is but a nightmare dreamt in the lurid glare of winter; all manner of things foul flee into its lawless breadth. An Ixali sorcerer has evaded a pursuing party of the Gods' Quiver, his only cargo the power to wield voidsent. Slay the birdman and whatever he calls forth from the lower depth.	105	2	14	4	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	34	278	63	80014	196678	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	22	3	4270237	110082	True	3637501	14
859	855	The Bloodhounds of Coerthas	Blood is eloquent, and this the Red Otters know. We have followed many a scarlet thread of murder to lonely graves so that we may recover the effects of comrades lost. This we bid you do, but beware, so fresh is this trail that the slayers may still be close─close enough to strike again.	105	2	14	4	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	34	278	63	80014	196679	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	36	3	4270237	110082	True	4404052	14
860	856			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
861	857			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
862	858	You Dropped Something	A supply convoy came under ambush by a band of giants. They managed to fight their way to safety, but some of the much-needed cargo lies unattended where it fell. A retrieval party is on its way, but the armor makes them slow. Speed is shelter, honor is fidelity. Guard the cargo and slay any giants until you are relieved.	111	2	15	4	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	34	279	63	80014	196666	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	36	3	4270237	110082	True	4296428	14
863	859	No Big Whoop	The knights of House Durendaire beg our help with voidsent in the guise of giants. Truly, these dragoons are made of strong metal. They have been mauled, maddened, frozen, starved, dropped, tripped, stripped, sliced, and the Twelve know what else. Flush out and slay these voidsent, that the Ishgardians may return to the business of fighting dragons. (Begin by surprising an ice sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	110	2	15	4	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	34	279	63	80014	196667	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	34	3	4270237	110082	True	3637501	14
864	860	If You Put It That Way	Aspirants to the Foreign Brigade! The Holy See of Ishgard begs our assistance. Is your blood red enough to hunt the frost aevis that bedevils these short-lived sons and daughters of the Fury? Will your heart fail you when the aevis summons other minions of the dragon? Or will you stand, and laugh in the face of death!?	111	2	15	4	40	20	1	63	402	0	0	34	279	63	80014	196680	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	22	3	4270237	110082	True	3637466	14
865	861			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
866	862			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
867	863	One Big Problem Solved	In the name of the Maelstrom, slay the gigas who threaten the dig at Silvertear Falls. These hulking creatures have traveled all the way from Abalathia's Spine to wreak havoc on the naturalists of Saint Coinach's Find, they of uneasy discoveries and strange accidents. Ask not why the gigas came─kill them, for science!	100	2	13	4	45	5	1	67	416	0	0	34	277	67	80014	196668	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	21	3	4258843	110083	True	4261622	14
868	864	Kill the Messenger	The unbeliever Armantel Scaletalker is our problem now, for the Holy See cannot be seen to slay him─he was a dragoon of Ishgard not so long ago. They say he loves the dragons and makes war on Mor Dhona. Traders swear he is a slave to potions of sleep. Others murmur he saw much in the inquisition chamber─and now makes war on the Holy See.	99	2	13	4	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	34	277	67	80014	196669	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	22	3	4258843	110083	True	4261601	14
869	865	Go Home to Mama	The supply route blockade is having an effect; the Garlean forces in Castrum Centri have sent a skulk of men to the shores of Silvertear. They forage for airship debris like children on a morel hunt, unaware that they have wandered too far off the apron strings of the Empire. In the name of the Maelstrom, secure the wreck and teach the sons of Garlemald a harsh lesson.	100	2	13	4	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	34	277	67	80014	196681	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	36	3	4258843	110083	True	4404077	14
870	866			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
871	867			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
872	868	The Awry Salvages	In the vastness of Coerthas, the Badgers toil to gather materials for study from the wreck of the <Emphasis>Agrius</Emphasis>, the flagship of the Garlean fleet. The work has been beset with difficulty─looters chief among them, but beastkin and cloudkin aplenty. Protect the material from a group of gigas that trundles this way even as we speak.	104	2	14	4	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	34	278	67	80014	196670	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	36	3	4258843	110083	True	4296681	14
873	869	Amateur Hour	The supplies sent in friendship from the Black Boars to Saint Coinach's Find are being pilfered by imps in the guise of beastkin. Were the imps of the enlightened races and a part of a thieves' guild, 'twould be a different matter, but as it is, this merits death. Find them and dispatch them without further ado. (Begin by surprising a lightning sprite with a /poke, then slay the glowing figure to acquire luminous crystals. Use these items on beasts to see through their guises.)	103	2	14	4	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	34	278	67	80014	196671	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	34	3	4258843	110083	True	4261624	14
874	870	Get off Our Lake	The Yellow Serpents never sleep, and our ever-wakeful eyes and ears in Mor Dhona have found a detachment from Garlemald along Silvertear Lake. What business they have there we do not know, but you are bid to remind them that the climes of Mor Dhona have never agreed with the Garlean constitution.	132	2	14	4	45	5	1	67	416	0	0	34	278	67	80014	196682	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	21	3	4258843	110083	True	4394805	14
875	871			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
876	872			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
877	873	Who Writes History	Gigas converge on the Crystal Tower, led by a firebrand calling himself Okeanos the Red. He incites the mob to take back Silvertear Falls and reconsecrate the ruins of the Allagan Empire, from which he claims descent. Reunite Okeanos with his ancestors, and let any who stand in the way anoint the ground with hot fear and cold blood.	111	2	15	4	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	34	279	67	80014	196672	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	22	3	4258843	110083	True	4261624	14
878	874	Science Shindig	We ride today for science! Deep is the knowledge of the past in the Sons of Saint Coinach, but do they know the safety of their supply route? No! That is for us to say, and the cargador-eating beasts that lurk in the grass ours to slay─and roast over the open fire, possibly with much hearty grog! Are you with us?	111	2	15	4	45	5	1	67	416	0	0	34	279	67	80014	196683	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	21	3	4258843	110083	True	4394805	14
879	875	The Museum Is Closed	Is it overmuch to ask a creature demonic to respect the treasures of the past? I say that it is not, and the beasts that defile artifacts at Saint Coinach's Find deserve our lash. In the name of the Foreign Brigade and in pursuit of knowledge, guard the artifact store and dispatch the unruly visitors.	111	2	15	4	45	20	1	67	416	0	0	34	279	67	80014	196684	True	4	0.8	0	0	1	36	3	4258843	110083	True	4404114	14
880	876			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
881	877			0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	0	False	0	0
882	878	The Unexpected Tourist	Handfuls of civilians have begun to leave the cradle of Ishgard to lay wreaths at the statue of Haldrath at the Pike. While those who venture to pay respects to Ishgard's hero merit some courtesy, it is difficult to guarantee their safety. The knights are looking for those free of time and wanting of coin to slay any creatures in the vicinity that may try to attack the women and children.	151	3	1	4	50	20	1	2200	2300	0	0	34	265	2200	80014	65735	True	1	0.6	0	779	458	6	5	5581915	110084	True	5887782	14
883	879	Don't Come Back	Praise be to Halone, for our knights have been saved by Her hand! The contingent had been caught in a blizzard, and as they rubbed their frostbitten hands together and steeled themselves for the end, a blessed creature loomed in their presence: the Last Yak, so named as the knights thought it the last thing they would ever see. But there is no doubt that Halone had sent Her blessed messenger to answer our prayers, for the beast allowed the freezing men to climb onto its back. As they clung to its warm, shaggy hide, it trudged through the biting winds and delivered the men to safety. While we are eternally in debt to the creature─which in gratitude we fed such a feast of ale and bread─the Last Yak must return to the herd whence it came. We will pay good coin to an adventurer who will escort it back home in dignity and slay any monsters that dare interrupt its journey.	151	3	1	4	50	20	1	2200	2300	0	0	34	265	2200	80014	65736	True	1	0.6	0	839	458	41	5	5581915	110084	True	5962574	14
884	880	Necrologos: Of Sallow Vizards	A criminal had been executed for solid accusation of heresy, but I fear he may have sown seeds of discipleship. The miscreant was granted a moment of quiet repentance ere the cold steel's cut, which he used to draw a copy of the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis> from the folds of his robes. Alas, he had already ripped out scores of pages, scattering them to the winds and cackling about his followers before I ordered his lunacy brought to an end. You must retrieve those pages so no others might succumb to the void's taint.	155	3	1	4	50	20	1	2200	2300	0	0	34	265	2200	80014	65737	True	1	0.6	0	779	458	8	5	5581915	110084	True	5887792	14
885	881	We're So Above This (L)	While capable of dispatching a variety of threats, the Temple Knights have found themselves becoming somewhat overwhelmed by an influx of agitated predators hunting for food in the swaths of land between Falcon's Nest and the Anvil. It's preposterous for the chosen warriors of the realm to spend all day fending off hungry bears and yetis when the city is being threatened by wyrms. We will reward anyone willing to lighten the burden so that they may continue the more important tasks at hand.	151	3	1	4	50	20	10	2200	2300	0	0	34	265	2200	80014	65738	True	1	2.4	0	6419	463	6	2	5581915	110084	True	5887782	14
886	882	The Second Coming of Yak (L)	The Last Yak, that sacred beast of burden, has wandered nearby our camp to again grace us with its presence! After a night of libations and revelry to which bards would sing the songs of his rescue, he has much need to return to his herd. Pray that Halone's divine messenger arrives to safety, and allow not a single scratch to be, else you answer to the pikes of the knights who received salvation.	151	3	1	4	50	20	10	2200	2300	0	0	34	265	2200	80014	65739	True	1	2.4	0	5219	463	41	2	5581915	110084	True	5962574	14
887	883	Necrologos: Of Sallow Vizards (L)	Following the execution of a heretic who possessed a contraband copy of the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis>, we discovered his disciples memorialized him as a hero. We found his followers on the outskirts of the capital, conducting reenactments of the convicted's final deed by scattering pages of the book to the wind. They have been arrested and tried, but we know not how many pages yet linger. Find the pages and exhaust the monstrosities within its sinister words.	155	3	1	4	50	20	10	2200	2300	0	0	34	265	2200	80014	65740	True	1	2.4	0	6719	463	8	2	5581915	110084	True	5887792	14
888	884	Quit Loafing Around	Our clergymen often travel to the Dravanian forelands to bless the breeding grounds of chocobos that may eventually be taken into the service of the Temple Knights. Unfortunately, they are often harassed by the prankish imps that roam the area, leading to fewer volunteers from the church to make the trek. The pesky voidsent often don glamours to throw off pursuers, hence our need for one who can dispel them. I implore you, rid us of these imps before our next expedition commences.	152	3	1	4	52	20	1	2000	2300	0	0	34	265	2000	80014	65741	True	1	0.6	0	1207	459	13	5	5581915	110085	True	5888071	14
889	885	Feathers Unsullied	Cavalier chocobos grow to be as fierce as their masters, yet neither man nor bird learns fearlessness overnight. As chicks, chocobos develop a natural instinct to run from larger predators, therefore those bred and groomed for service must enjoy a chickhood free from fear to develop a fight—not flight—instinct. As the Chocobo Forest is the knights' most vital breeding ground, it must be constantly patrolled to cull noisome beasts which might interfere with the chicks' early training.	151	3	1	4	52	20	1	2000	2300	0	0	34	265	2000	80014	65742	True	1	0.6	0	1207	459	11	5	5581915	110085	True	5888072	14
890	886	Jailbird Break	The Temple Knights seized a caravan that was illegally transporting a prized chocobo, but as soon as the gate from its small quarter was unfastened, the bird jumped to freedom and escaped. An individual of calm demeanor will need to beckon the creature to Tailfeather so it can be properly secured and returned home. But refrain from sudden movements─if the precious commodity ends up damaged in the jaws of some wretched beast, the lord commander will be most displeased!	151	3	1	4	52	20	1	2000	2300	0	0	34	265	2000	80014	65743	True	1	0.6	0	1009	459	41	5	5581915	110085	True	5888077	14
891	887	Last Priest Profaned (L)	A high priest of the Holy See was traveling on an expedition to the Dravanian forelands in an attempt to share the church's teachings with the hunters of Tailfeather. What was supposed to be a revered mission was ruined when a gang of barbarous imps tripped the poor man, causing him to fall in a water trough in front of the hunters. No sooner had he returned to the capital had I received a parchment requesting a cleansing of all dastardly voidsent in the area, an order which I would pay you to carry out. Expose the hiding devils and rid the area of their impunity.	152	3	1	4	52	20	10	2000	2300	0	0	34	265	2000	80014	65744	True	1	2.4	0	7807	464	13	2	5581915	110085	True	5888071	14
892	888	Scavenger Hunt (L)	Vilekin may not seem like much to an adventurer, but to a frail chocobo hatchling, they are a deadly foe. The knights can ill afford to let such pests harass chocobo chicks that may be groomed for service as the order's cavaliers, and thus would enlist your aid to patrol the areas around the Chocobo Forest for anything that may threaten the breeding grounds.	151	3	1	4	52	20	10	2000	2300	0	0	34	265	2000	80014	65745	True	1	2.4	0	6157	464	11	2	5581915	110085	True	5888072	14
893	889	Return to Sender (L)	The men of Tailfeather are conditioning chocobo young to instinctively return safe to the post should they become lost in the forest. Mayhap the birds would learn much quicker if they were trained without distraction, yet it is a luxury the hunters do not have. Beckon the chocobo back to Tailfeather while dispatching any predators that may try to take advantage of a free meal.	151	3	1	4	52	20	10	2000	2300	0	0	34	265	2000	80014	65746	True	1	2.4	0	5497	464	41	2	5581915	110085	True	5888077	14
894	890	Show Your Work	The eyes of the Dravanians are ever upon our knights, so mayhap it would sully their pride if they were to witness those not of Ishgard's ilk joining our cause. Seek out and slay their lesser cousins in the Churning Mists, that the Horde might bear witness to your deeds.	151	3	1	4	54	20	1	2002	2300	0	0	34	265	2002	80014	65747	True	1	0.6	0	1332	460	6	5	5581915	110087	True	5891041	14
895	891	Puppet Show	We dragoons are a proud sort who often charge into the heat of battle, but that is not to say discretion is without merit. When shadows abound, we sometimes make use of wooden dummies with arms and wings manipulated by gears which resemble dragons from afar, to create an illusion of comrades in the vicinity. However, we lack the materials to replicate dragon scales. We seek an experienced adventurer willing to journey to the Churning Mists and skin Dravanians for this purpose.	156	3	1	4	54	20	1	2002	2300	0	0	34	265	2002	80014	65748	True	1	0.6	0	1332	460	10	5	5581915	110087	True	5891044	14
896	892	Cry Home	The Horde and their minions continue to run rampant in the Churning Mists in defiance of Halone's will. Their numbers must be culled, but take care to strike quickly, before their masters hear their shrieks for help.	151	3	1	4	54	20	1	2002	2300	0	0	34	265	2002	80014	65749	True	1	0.6	0	1188	460	7	5	5581915	110087	True	5891048	14
897	893	Family Comes First (L)	Man cannot return to the heavens ere the last dragon fall, yet the enemy's numbers only continue to grow. While it has proven difficult to locate Dravanian nests, the younger kin can be found carelessly wandering the lands, made brazen by the safety provided by large broods. Coat the earth in the blood of Dravanian young in the name of the Fury.	151	3	1	4	54	20	10	2002	2300	0	0	34	265	2002	80014	65750	True	1	2.4	0	8532	465	6	2	5581915	110087	True	5891041	14
898	894	More Than One Way (L)	A true dragoon knows whence his foe's vulnerabilities lie—a darkened spot, a bent plate, or if one is lucky, a barren patch. Given the growing roster of youngbloods looking to join the dragoons' ranks, I have decided to thin out the crop through a trial demonstrating knowledge of a dragon's weakness. If the candidates fail to destroy chosen spots on targets wrapped in scaleskin, they are to relinquish their weapon and pursue another vocation. I am in need of dragon scales of decent quality for the targets, and it may be swiftest to obtain them from biasts in the Churning Mists.	156	3	1	4	54	20	10	2002	2300	0	0	34	265	2002	80014	65751	True	1	2.4	0	8532	465	10	2	5581915	110087	True	5891044	14
899	895	Hello, Cousin (L)	A scout tells of a peculiar occurrence in the Churning Mists, in which a dragon employed blasphemous sorcery to beguile wild scalekin. While we know not how many beasts are puppets of the Horde, we cannot ignore the threat they could pose. Slay as many as you can find, but do not allow the Dravanian's minions to cry for help, else their masters may answer the call.	151	3	1	4	54	20	10	2002	2300	0	0	34	265	2002	80014	65752	True	1	2.4	0	7812	465	7	2	5581915	110087	True	5891048	14
900	896	Two Birds, One Culling	The Haillenarte contingents in Camp Cloudtop desire assistance in reducing aerial ambushes by tsanahales, which have recently found some success clawing out the eyes of those unfortunate knights assigned to patrol duty. The winged beasts around Cloudtop tend to remain in their nest until they strike, but a plump gastornis breast might be just the thing to coax them out. Secure a piece of meat from one of the plentiful birds as bait, then strike down the foe.	151	3	1	4	56	20	1	2100	2300	0	0	34	265	2100	80014	65753	True	1	0.6	0	1504	461	9	5	5581915	110088	True	5891107	14
901	897	Don't Eat the Shrooms	Due to a number of troops left bedridden after supping on a stew seasoned with queerly spotted mushrooms, the Rose Knights are looking for an extra pair of eyes to survey positions in the Sea of Clouds and neutralize any threats bearing claws or jaws. Be sure not to overlook any of the areas─the last thing we would want are feverish men dragged by their necks by a gaelicat in the middle of the night.	151	3	1	4	56	20	1	2100	2300	0	0	34	265	2100	80014	65754	True	1	0.6	0	1426	461	11	5	5581915	110088	True	5891108	14
902	898	Marl-ementary Procedure	My head pains every time the Rose Knights demand foodstuffs, as the long journey often renders my air caravans scorched scarce before they get to post. I would rather have the defense coffers spent promoting the camp's self-reliance than replacing charred hulls. Should you find lumps of marl in decent quality to enrich the soil of the camp, then plenty of coin you shall have.	153	3	1	4	56	20	1	2100	2300	0	0	34	265	2100	80014	65755	True	1	0.6	0	958	461	40	5	5581915	110088	True	5891109	14
903	899	Just Washed (L)	In addition to the physical threat posed by their sharp talons and barbed beaks, the winged beasts that roost in Camp Cloudtop pose a grave threat to the Rose Knights' reputation. Armor spotted in cloudkin droppings rather than gore is looked upon as an embarrassment (and takes great pains to clean). The Rose Knights would like to exterminate the beasts altogether and call for a cloudkin-slayer that can lure them out with gastornis breasts and promptly give them what for.	151	3	1	4	56	20	10	2100	2300	0	0	34	265	2100	80014	65756	True	1	2.4	0	9538	466	9	2	5581915	110088	True	5891107	14
904	900	Needs More Fervor (L)	With a string of losses in recent days, the Holy See has declared that there is not enough fervor on the battlefield for Halone's great task and announced an hour of mandatory observance of prayer for all knights until the Fury is sated in their worship and turns the tide of the campaign. However, House Haillenarte's depleted ranks in the Sea of Clouds feel it unfathomable to allow the posts to be unmanned for even a short period of time, and offers to pay trustworthy outsiders a good sum of money to go on patrol and annihilate any threats to security.	151	3	1	4	56	20	10	2100	2300	0	0	34	265	2100	80014	65757	True	1	2.4	0	9538	466	11	2	5581915	110088	True	5891108	14
905	901	Nobody Can Farm Marl, but Marl (L)	Cloudtop's remote location does not allow many opportunities for import of building supplies, especially heavy materials such as marble or concrete. Luckily, clay-like deposits of marl are in abundance in the area and can be baked into bricks for use in building and repairing the walls of roofed chocobo stables and storehouses. Reap top-quality lumps of marl and bring them hither, and I will reward you with coin for your labors.	153	3	1	4	56	20	10	2100	2300	0	0	34	265	2100	80014	65758	True	1	2.4	0	4858	466	40	2	5581915	110088	True	5891109	14
906	902	Dance, Magic Dance	We received an interesting tip from a treasure hunter that a woman who escaped our grasp some time ago may be hiding in the hinterlands of Dravania. Her face riddled with scars, the witch would have been recognizable to anyone had she not disguised herself in a goblin mask, living discreetly amongst one of the more violent goblin outposts in the area. My order will not allow harboring of a fugitive, whether man or beastkin, and I would have you clear our path of the goblins so my colleagues may seize the fugitive.	155	3	1	4	58	20	1	2001	2300	0	0	34	265	2001	80014	65759	True	1	0.6	0	1610	462	7	5	5581915	110086	True	5888234	14
907	903	Necrologos: His Treasure Forhelen	During our attempted apprehension of a dangerous criminal, one of my fellow inquisitors was struck, prompting him to rightfully retaliate with his blade. As it pierced the offender, a copy of the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis> fell from his robe, pages flying hither and thither! We have the urgent duty to bring the man to the gaol, but someone must go back to the hinterlands to rid the realm of what irreverent filth may flow from the pages.	155	3	1	4	58	20	1	2001	2300	0	0	34	265	2001	80014	65760	True	1	0.6	0	1358	462	8	5	5581915	110086	True	5888235	14
908	904	Whither the Morbol Goeth	Initial studies by the Skysteel Manufactory suggest that morbol breath might retain its potency if sealed in a canister, which could be fastened to the hull of an airship and dropped on roosting dragons. However, the researchers have only been able to study wild morbols from afar, with bad breath dissipating too hastily to collect. They request live morbols, pacified, so their research may continue unabated.	151	3	1	4	58	20	1	2001	2300	0	0	34	265	2001	80014	65761	True	1	0.6	0	1358	462	23	5	5581915	110086	True	5888236	14
909	905	Goblin Up Sharlayan (L)	In his attempt to retrieve a heretic fugitive hiding amongst a band of lawless goblins in Sharlayan, one of my younger colleagues had been slain by the group. Such are the dangers for those who join the inquisitors, yet I will tolerate not the flagrant disregard for the authority of Ishgard nor the impunity with which the goblins roam the ruins of Sharlayan. I will pay good coin to an adventurer who can deliver this message of vengeance so that we may once again attempt to bring the woman to justice.	155	3	1	4	58	20	10	2001	2300	0	0	34	265	2001	80014	65762	True	1	2.4	0	10346	467	7	2	5581915	110086	True	5888234	14
910	906	Necrologos: His Treasure Forhelen (L)	A woman of the Brume approached our ministry to confess her father a heretic. Labor had taken the man far into the hinterlands, and he had been acting strangely upon his return, murmuring mysterious dark words. The woman was horrified to find a torn excerpt of the <Emphasis>Necrologos</Emphasis> beneath his pillow and came to us for help. Alas, by the time we reached his home, he ingested the pages hoping to release the great powers of the void, his body instead turned to ash. The rest of the tome must be out yonder, and we seek an adventurer to investigate the hinterlands to extinguish anything suspicious in the vicinity.	155	3	1	4	58	20	10	2001	2300	0	0	34	265	2001	80014	65763	True	1	2.4	0	9506	467	8	2	5581915	110086	True	5888235	14
911	907	Bareback Riding (L)	One of the more colorful Temple Knight commanders divulged his wish to tame and ride a morbol into battle, hoping to use the toxins to fell Dravanians in his path. I got into a heated debate with him on the matter, saying that even should he manage to brave the stench and climb the thing, it would be an insult to our trusted steeds. He insists it can be done, and I would have you bring me pacified morbols so I may prove his folly.	151	3	1	4	58	20	10	2001	2300	0	0	34	265	2001	80014	65764	True	1	2.4	0	9926	467	23	2	5581915	110086	True	5888236	14
912	908	Splinter in the Sewers	There has been much commotion in the church over shielding the grand spires, yet those priests see not the more pressing dangers in Ishgard's underlying veins. The planks that cover the sewers of Foundation have been gutted by falling debris, and half-wits have been seen throwing gods-know-what into one such reeking chasm. Refuse breeds rats, and rats breed disease. Straight lengths of cedar lumber are needed to build a temporary pallet until the engineers can repair the mess.	153	6	5	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918025	True	0	1	103350	624	298	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
913	909	So You Think You Can Lance?	Give a poor man a spear, and he'll protect his home for nary a bell before he falls. Teach him to spear, and a militia can be built without spending a gil of our coffers on training. We have found a willing merchant to learn the thrusts of the lance in one go, and he demands a suitable weapon with which to teach the others of the Brume.	151	6	5	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918026	True	0	1	334080	686	298	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
914	910	Almost as Fun as Slingshotting Birds	Although the Horde's mindless minions befoul the skies above the capital, our dragonkiller bolts must be conserved for more threatening engagements with their wyrm cousins. As a productive way to pass the doldrums and keep the clutter out of our midst, the lord commander has decreed that every common man must learn archery so they may have the means to fell any smaller fiends they encounter. If every man is to train in the bow, there must be a bow for every man.	151	6	5	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918027	True	0	1	144480	248	303	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
915	911	The Lumber of Their Discontent (L)	When it comes to repairing the damage in the capital after a particularly harrowing dragon attack, the resources are limited. Therefore, they often tend to prioritize the security of the Pillars at the behest of the High Houses and the high-ranking officials who live there. Naysayers have been grumbling about not enough compensation put towards grave damage to the areas around the Brume, and I wish to silence their discontent by sending sturdy stacks of cedar lumber.	153	6	5	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918028	True	0	1	775170	3120	308	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
916	912	Sticks and Stones (L)	While a sizable squadron of Temple Knights have been charged with protecting the High Houses and officials of the Holy See, the order has warmly welcomed the notion of a militia composed of Ishgardian civilians to keep watch over areas that the knights are struggling to defend. Dozens of men have already expressed their willingness, eager to undertake simple training in how to use a lance. It takes not a weapons master to thrust a pugil stick at a Dravanian attempting to enter a home, and a stick stamped in mythrite should more than suffice.	151	6	5	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918029	True	0	1	1837480	3432	308	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
917	913	Living Bow to Mouth (L)	While the knights have a mandate to arm the common man, 'twould seem the more desperate of the lowborn have taken to breaking up their cedar bows as firewood to heat their homes. Selfish though their actions may be, the bows must needs be replaced, and a new decree must be made that any who use the tools of the state for unintended purposes will be locked in gaol.	151	6	5	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918030	True	0	1	240810	858	313	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
918	914	Do You Even String Bow	What started out as a simple sponsorship for an archery competition by the Congregation has turned into a grand affair as the High Houses admit their finest bowmen for the challenge. The contest will involve moving targets and displays of accuracy on chocoback, a spectacle worthy of a grand prize. I seek a carpenter to create the bow that will serve as the centerpiece, and will pay handsomely for a quality weapon.	151	6	5	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918031	True	0	1	423990	749	299	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
919	915	Landing the Big One	The best deals are struck during a session of fishing, and it just so happens yours truly was invited by a wealthy patron of the Temple Knights to partake in such a leisure. There is much profit to be had for the coffers from this meeting, so I find myself in need of a fine cedar fishing rod...though not <Emphasis>too</Emphasis> fine, mind you. I would yield the fattest carp to the gentleman of Dzemael as I try to catch even bigger fish.	153	6	5	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918032	True	0	1	349400	749	299	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
920	916	A Reward Fitting of the Faithful	Able-bodied men border heresy when they refuse to enlist in the battle against the Horde. They could learn much from Jasper, a deaf-mute with a twisted leg who wakes before sunrise to spend the day hammering wooden planks and roofing-destroyed buildings. Though unable to fight, he manages to contribute in his own way, and he is deserving of the Temple Knights' appreciation. Blessed cedar necklaces should guide him in his prayers.	153	6	5	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918033	True	0	1	154140	315	304	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
921	917	Win One Bow, Get Three Free (L)	'Twould seem that the winning bow-maiden of a High House-held archery contest has become enamored so with her prized holy cedar composite bow that she would like to commission you to carve three more in the same likeness. One to gift to her lord, one to present to the church as an offering to the Fury, and one to mount on her wall as décor. She's either quite the admirer or guilty of an inflated ego.	151	6	5	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918034	True	0	1	2331940	3744	309	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
922	918	Fishing for Profits (L)	In concurrent fishing sessions with nobles in each of the High Houses, I have been able to secure double the patronage of last quarter in addition to supplemental equipment for the volunteer militia. In commemoration, I would send a cedar fishing rod to each of the lords in the hopes that they will take the bait on invitations for more excursions.	153	6	5	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918035	True	0	1	1921700	3744	309	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
923	919	Just Rewards for Just Devotion (L)	After the siege on the capital, the repairing of the Brume was left to those who live there. Although their woodworking is not the quality of more experienced craftsmen, their labors towards rebuilding their broken homes have not gone unnoticed, and I am moved by their determination in the face of adversity. Mayhap they may find some solace in the greater power of Halone if they were to be given cedar necklaces to use in their prayers.	153	6	5	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918036	True	0	1	256910	1092	314	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
924	920	License to Heal	The hour is nigh for the final trial for those chosen students of the scholasticate who intend to use their wisdom and healing prayer for the sake of Halone on the battlefield. The purification ritual must be conducted using a rod carved from dark chestnut, untainted by hands other than the carpenter who has crafted it.	154	6	5	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918037	True	0	1	407160	874	300	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
925	921	The Darkest Hearth	I hear of a frail old woman in a Coerthan cabin who spends her days spinning cloth for war banners, sitting windowside to watch the passersby as she works. Though she survived the Calamity, she must remain close to the hearth, lest her fingers grow stiff and cold. Build for her a spinning wheel made from dark chestnut, wood that will not catch fire easily.	153	6	5	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918038	True	0	1	473220	998	300	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
926	922	Walking on Pins and Needles	The Dravanians ever harry my wagons, and I have already lost too many this moon. Metal cargo holds would surely keep against the fiends, but there are none to be had with the necessary resources relegated to greater concerns. Thus I must make do with wood. Mayhap chestnut lumber, as it forms nasty splinters when broken, I am told. If even a few dragons are forced to limp away, I will at least have that satisfaction.	153	6	5	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918039	True	0	1	87840	315	305	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
927	923	Purified Polyrhythm (L)	While many seminarians of Saint Endalim's Scholasticate show great aptitude for defensive and restorative magicks, those few chosen to serve with the Temple Knights must also be capable of employing the destructive kind as the situation demands. We have need of three suitable rods for the upcoming trials for those who wish to join our vaunted ranks.	154	6	5	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918040	True	0	1	2239400	4368	310	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
928	924	Fruit of the Loom (L)	In a prolonged freeze when even beasts know to retreat to shelter, a handful of infantrymen prefer to pass the days in the company of an elderly spinster, who dedicates herself entirely to weaving our battle standards. They ask for dark chestnut spinning wheels to assist her in her commendable efforts. Mayhap you may be able to provide them for so noble a cause?	153	6	5	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918041	True	0	1	2602720	4992	310	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
929	925	Like Lemon on a Lumbercut (L)	As I lamented the loss of another wagon to the Horde, a curious report came across my desk regarding the efficacy of bitterdrake as a deterrent against dragons. A splendid idea came to mind, that we might refurbish the wagons with dark chestnut wood treated with bitterdrake oil, ensuring any dragon that attacks our caravans will suffer a most unpleasant surprise. Deliver to me the finest lengths of lumber that work might begin posthaste.	153	6	5	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918042	True	0	1	146400	1092	315	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
930	926	The Long Armillae of the Law	The master carpenter of House Dzemael has outdone himself with designs he assures me will better withstand a Dravanian assault. What mockery 'twould be if the dragons could not destroy a wooden building with their infernal breath! I grow excited at the prospect and would show my support with a gift of chestnut armillae carved with the house's sigil.	153	6	5	4	56	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918043	True	0	1	338440	1123	301	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
931	927	Don't Ask Wyvern	One of our supply vessels headed towards Falcon's Nest was assailed by a wyvern, leaving naught but broken bows and bodies littering the cliffs. The wife of one of the merchants who perished has sworn vengeance, and has requested a quality bow made from chestnut─the same stock lost along with her beloved.	153	6	5	4	56	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918044	True	0	1	656800	998	301	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
932	928	Aim to Please	Any fool with an onze of common sense knows to draw the arrow at eye level as you aim, but a fresh recruit in the volunteer militia nearly blinded himself on his first day! I am doubtful of this venture, but with the inexperienced so enthusiastic about joining the cause, it cannot be helped. Craft him a hallowed chestnut mask of aiming so he is less like to hurt himself and like to let arrows fly at more suitable targets.	151	6	5	4	56	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918045	True	0	1	320970	361	306	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
933	929	Wooden Ambitions (L)	House Dzemael's master carpenter at Falcon's Nest has requested several sets of chestnut armillae, which he claims are vital equipment for protecting one's wrists from protruding nails, splintering wood, and the occasional unexpected axe. The craftsmanship of House Dzemael is without rival, and so I would not refuse them if it means even sturdier fortifications.	153	6	5	4	56	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918046	True	0	1	1861440	5616	311	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
934	930	A Sky Pirate's Life for Me (L)	Following a tragic ambush by wyverns, a fellowship of Ishgardian merchants have taken up arms and formed a free company which sells its services to merchant airships in need of armed escorts. The Temple Knights welcome their efforts to keep these shipments safe, and so we ask that you furnish them with bows whose strings will sing as the curs fall from the heavens.	153	6	5	4	56	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918047	True	0	1	3612420	4992	311	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
935	931	To Protect My City, I Must Wear a Mask (L)	The ranks of archers in the militia have been steadily increasing, and they demand wooden masks with which to “protect their identities.” I suppose civilians fear such trivial things as a Dravanian outflyer remembering their faces. If they were to perform their duty properly, the last thing the enemy would behold would be the scarlet pool of its own blood. Nevertheless, we seek to fill their order if it will keep their fervor burning.	151	6	5	4	56	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918048	True	0	1	534960	1248	316	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
936	932	Birch, Please	In the aftermath of Vishap's assault on the Steps of Faith, there has been a flurry of plans to rebuild Ishgard's defenses, one in particular calling for the construction of a new ballista watchtower. The urgency of the situation calls for vast amounts of lumber, and of a kind sturdy enough to support a two-tonze dragonkiller. Bring us as much birch as you can so construction can begin posthaste.	153	6	5	4	58	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918049	True	0	1	183570	1123	302	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
937	933	Anatomy of a Drill Bit	Ordinary arrows do little more than tickle our scaled foes, and many a foreign sellsword learns this too late, and to their sorrow. Nay, in order to do real damage, the arrowheads must be made sharp enough to shave with. To achieve the edge we seek, we're always in need of grinding wheels, and no ordinary ones at that.	153	6	5	4	58	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918050	True	0	1	484390	1186	302	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
938	934	Hold on Adamantite	The dragoons tasked with aiding House Durendaire in retaking the Stone Vigil have proposed the usage of the formation known as the Barbed Adamantoise, in which men join shields and march in unison with protruding spears to deter attack. Adamantite spears are one of the few weapons strong enough to shatter Dravanian skulls and will prove worth a trial run.	151	6	5	4	58	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918051	True	0	1	421420	406	307	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
939	935	Built This City on Blocks and Soul (L)	Temple Knights, for the most part, are not wont to worry over their facilities' décor. Yet there are those within the Holy See who do, and a new ballista watchtower planned for construction falls under their purview. Per their instructions, the tower shall be made “more dignified, more majestic, and more sacred.” Such changes will require a large supply of lumber, which I would request from you.	153	6	5	4	58	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918052	True	0	1	1376840	5616	312	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
940	936	Pulling Them to the Grind (L)	The Skysteel Manufactory has made vast improvements to our arrowheads, marrying traditional archery with machinistry, and the lord commander has ordered production to increase threefold. More arrowheads means a new line of dragonscale grinding wheels with which to whet them, and a cofferful to whoever can deliver them the swiftest.	153	6	5	4	58	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918053	True	0	1	2664150	5928	312	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
941	937	Spears for Stone Vigilantes (L)	House Durendaire has had much success in recent days in reclaiming rooms of the Stone Vigil using a shield-to-spear posture, and seeks to increase the squadrons of knights using the tactic to tenfold. The Horde has amassed more followers in retaliation for their fallen comrades, and the strides we have made could very well be reversed. We need adamantite spears in peak quality posthaste to see the High House to triumph.	151	6	5	4	58	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	9	266	62	80014	918054	True	0	1	702370	1404	317	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
942	938	Pummeling Abroad	In its taste for the exotic, House Haillenarte has initiated an exchange in which one outsider—an Ul'dahn pugilist—shall teach the men his art while one of the manufactory's machinists travels abroad to do the same. In nary a fortnight the Ul'dahn has made countless demands, the most recent being for a pair of breeches made from the hide of a scalekin in the Ishgardian fashion. Our leatherworkers will not labor beyond courtesy, so he will have to make do with whatever you can muster.	151	6	9	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918055	True	0	1	211350	624	398	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
943	939	From Mud to Mourning	Tales of victories are sung, failures are carried by whispers, yet none recall what happens on the field bells after the battle has ended. When the chirurgeons have done all in their power, a mortuary team arrives to salvage ammunition and conduct proper treatment for the war dead. One team will soon be dispatched to a particularly swampy corner of the Dravanian hinterlands, and has much need for jackboots that can endure the terrain.	153	6	9	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918056	True	0	1	334080	749	398	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
944	940	Glorified Hole-punchers	Far too many of these baseborn recruits cannot be trusted to take up the bow for anyone but themselves, and I expect half could not tell a quiver from a wineskin. 'Twould prove a blessing if any could puncture the wings of the smaller outflyers while the knights handle the wyrms of monstrous size. Standard gloves of archery should steady the arms of the uninitiated and see the arrows closer to their marks.	151	6	9	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918057	True	0	1	200450	225	403	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
945	941	The Style of the Time (L)	Pugilism has piqued the curiosity of some of the knights, and we have seen an increase in requests for sturdy leggings that can withstand the rough blows that hand-to-hand-to-foot combat entails. However, the leatherworkers we approached rejected our custom, criticizing our knights for growing infatuated with foreign arts. Foreign craftsmen would be better suited to such requisitions, I suppose.	151	6	9	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918058	True	0	1	1162470	3120	408	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
946	942	These Boots Are Made for Hawkin' (L)	I have received a letter from a commander who writes that we lost scores of men in the western highlands during a skirmish with an enormous dragon. While the fiend was vanquished, the carnage was such that the deceased cannot be returned to the capital, and we have no choice but to bury them in the field. Several priests will accompany the mortuary contingent to minister to the dead and they must needs replace their thin slippers with something more formidable for the journey.	153	6	9	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918059	True	0	1	1837480	3744	408	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
947	943	Treat Them with Kid Gloves (L)	The edict for a volunteer militia shall afford our knights much-needed relief, yet the Pillars have seen less enthusiasm than one would desire. 'Twould be unthinkable to allow the commoners of Foundation to keep space on the rooves of the manors with their unkempt miens, or so many say, which is why some few maidservants have volunteered to learn archery─on the condition that they wear soft gloves, as their hands must be kept soft and free of dirt for accommodating their lords and ladies.	151	6	9	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918060	True	0	1	334080	780	413	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
948	944	You Could Say It's a Moving Target	Swift and cunning wyverns are—I have heard they stop their wings and drop towards the earth as if shot upon the release of the ballista, only to pick up again after the bolt is set on its path. A seasoned knight may adapt to these maneuvers, but the misperceptions of a greenhorn could mean death for an entire squadron. They will need practice, and I will need wyvern skin with which to stretch across a moving target.	151	6	9	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918061	True	0	1	182320	749	399	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
949	945	Maybe He's a Lion	A Convictor by the name of Lioneleaux has gained some fame among his peers for downing a much-feared wyvern. His accomplishment is to be praised by the Temple Knights as well, for the demise of the beast has reopened the supply routes once avoided due to the danger. I would honor his victory and his family's name by having a “lion” mane of wyvern skin fashioned for him.	151	6	9	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918062	True	0	1	480670	811	399	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
950	946	(Don't) Love the Skin You're In	There are some who swear that the skin of a dragon will writhe ever so slightly around your arms when its brethren are near, for the flesh yet yearns to join the roaring song though the spirit has left this world. Whether there is truth to this or not, it serves to keep soldiers ever alert to the dread tightening of their dragon hide tunics.	151	6	9	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918063	True	0	1	154140	270	404	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
951	947	They Call It Bloody Mary (L)	We train our archers using an enormous mannequin in the shape of a wyvern, hung from a chain and filled with tomatoes in the vital areas. Should an arrow hit its mark, one would know straightaway with the resulting spray of juices. Unfortunately, it also makes the leather as a sopping red sieve. Accordingly, the old skins must needs be replaced with fresh ones, to which I would entrust you the task.	151	6	9	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918064	True	0	1	1367410	3744	409	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
952	948	The Wyvern of It (L)	A knight of the Convictors has succeeded in slaying a deadly wyvern by himself, and I would bestow upon him a reward befitting his accomplishment. The helm will mark him for a hero among his brothers and sisters, and it is my hope that they, too, will be inspired to great feats in the name of the Holy See.	151	6	9	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918065	True	0	1	2643720	4056	409	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
953	949	Wrist Apart (L)	This volunteer militia about which the Holy See has grown so enthusiastic is starting to look no more than a regular mercenary unit, and they waste no time in making their needs known. Though I am loath to furnish them with equipment equal to our own, I have no choice but to respect the church's wishes. I request wyvernskin cuffs to fill the order, yet I would complain not if you chose to withhold quality.	151	6	9	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918066	True	0	1	256910	936	414	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
954	950	Overall, We Blend In	The village of Hemlock in the western highlands of Coerthas was thought to be abandoned, but rumors have surfaced that men are attempting to reclaim the ruins for sinister purposes. The inquisition would like to send one of their own to investigate, disguised as a farmhand returning home. She must needs look convincing, and thus requires suitable garb.	153	6	9	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918067	True	0	1	560140	998	400	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
955	951	Tally Ho, Chocobo	I know of a hunter in Tailfeather who has perfected his posture when loosing arrows from chocoback that he could be confused for a right cavalier...if it were not for the dismal lack of barding on his chocobo. 'Tis a pity for both, as the bird would be more like to cooperate were it not kicked and cut by shoes made of hard tack leather. Deliver to me a pair of soft dhalmelskin boots so the poor thing will have some sort of protection.	153	6	9	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918068	True	0	1	473220	936	400	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
956	952	Dragoon Drop Rate	I have noticed an increase in lowborn candidates for the dragoons selected in our most recent rounds of the Congregation's training facilities. While full many are eager to seize the opportunity and push themselves harder than their highborn counterparts, if they lack quality armor to start, they are not like to succeed. Sense it does not make to give candidates quality armor from the start—they have a nasty habit of dropping.	156	6	9	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918069	True	0	1	283930	338	405	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
957	953	Eviction Notice (L)	To prevent the ruins of Hemlock from turning into a nest of Dravanian harriers, the Holy See has ordered refugees currently residing in Foundation to return to the western highlands and restore their village to pre-Calamity form. Sew up sets of the hamlet's traditional garb to be sent to the refugees' places of residence in Ishgard as a message marking the end of their stay.	153	6	9	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918070	True	0	1	3080780	4992	410	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
958	954	Hunting Heretics (L)	A small cadre of hunters in the Chocobo Forest had caught an unbeliever with knife in hand ready to slit the throats of the hatchlings being groomed for divine service. When she fled through the trees, they gave chase and kept her deposed until the knights arrived to serve the Fury─by hanging the witch from the bough of a caelumtree. The hunters are looking hungrily for a reward, to which I would commission you thus for boots a might nicer than the pieces of fetid old leather hanging from their ankles.	153	6	9	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918071	True	0	1	2602720	4680	410	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
959	955	Exploiting the Adroit (L)	Children orphaned by the jagged maws of Dravanians make fine candidates for the dragoons, as theirs is a special contempt which cannot be found in the hearts of ordinary men. The commanders oft know their story, and thus seek to train and nurture their hatred while suppressing their innate fear. Not all will prove fit to serve, hence we must make use of breeches tough enough to withstand the training, but expendable enough should the candidate crack from the pressure.	156	6	9	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918072	True	0	1	473220	1170	415	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
960	956	Don't Sweat the Small Fry	One of the spryer recruits for the Knights Dragoon has bested a lesser drake that wandered into field training, and his comrades have mockingly titled him “wyrmslayer” ever since. Feh. How generous naivety is that they would sooner piss themselves upon encountering a formidable wyrm of Nidhogg's choosing. Nevertheless, the lad does deserve some recognition for his feat. Present me with a pair of dragonskin wristbands to commemorate his small victory.	156	6	9	4	56	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918073	True	0	1	534960	1123	401	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
961	957	I Need Your Glove Tonight	A knight who sustained dire injuries when he fell from a cliff would have perished had it not been for a passing Halonic priest, who offered a most unusual “prayer.” If I did not know better, I would say he has a true healing gift─one that is often reserved for chaplains. I would much like to express our gratitude for the knight's rescue with a pair of dragonskin gloves to aid him in his future endeavors.	154	6	9	4	56	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918074	True	0	1	534960	998	401	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
962	958	Trainin' the Neck	With the help of the Skysteel Manufactory, we have undertaken the creation of a full-sized training model of a large dragon, complete with wooden joints and a torch pipe that it may move and breathe fire. All that remains is to complete the beast's “armor.” Bring us enough circles of dragon leather to form the neck.	151	6	9	4	56	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918075	True	0	1	127600	361	406	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
963	959	It's All in the Wrists (L)	Oh, how I do enjoy putting fresh-faced dragoon hopefuls in their place─especially those who come with ornate helms which they presume will provide sufficient protection. These gudgeons often neglect the most basic of wristguards, for they fail to consider that a clever foe will snap at the hand which holds the lance. They will learn soon enough as their training proceeds, so I would commission you for sets of dragonskin bands in preparation for their rude awakening.	156	6	9	4	56	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918076	True	0	1	2942290	5616	411	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
964	960	Halonic Drake Handlers (L)	Some priests have taken to the streets with a chained scalekin to demonstrate that they require naught but the blessings of Halone (and chains) to keep them safe from harm. As a hospitalier, I cannot condone these actions, but if such is the will of the clergy, we must abide. At the very least, my men should be equipped with better gloves for when they tend to the wounded.	154	6	9	4	56	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918077	True	0	1	2942290	4992	411	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
965	961	Training Is Only Skintight (L)	We have commissioned the Skysteel Manufactory to build a life-sized model dragon for use in drills. Alas, while the machine functions as it should, its appearance leaves a little something to be desired. In order to enhance our knights' training experience, we require a goodly supply of dragon skin to drape over the body.	151	6	9	4	56	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918078	True	0	1	212670	1248	416	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
966	962	Starting Off on the Wrong Foot	Even should they pass through the fires of their rigorous training, some candidates are ill prepared for the final test. It is not a matter of skill but familiarity, as they are unaccustomed to the weight of the traditional plate. Before wielding the lance as a Knight Dragoon, they must learn to fight with serpentskin armguards, and quality work is required. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>※Master Leatherworker III is required to craft the items requested for this levequest.<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	156	6	9	4	58	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918079	True	0	1	593380	1186	402	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
967	963	Bar of the Bannermen	A greenhorn bowman loosed an arrow into one of the wooden frames of the Stone Vigil, and from its shaft unfurled a war standard in its beautiful blue beauty. His brothers were so motivated by his boldness that they commenced another offensive soon after and slew a good number of the enemy. Such inspiration is deserving of reward, and I would pay you to fashion a cap of serpentskin for the lad.	151	6	9	4	58	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918080	True	0	1	484390	1123	402	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
968	964	It Will Knock Your Socks Off	One of the esteemed chosen custodians of the arcane barriers on the Steps of Faith has completed his initial assessment of the damage, but not without a minor setback. In the course of his duties he accidentally triggered one of the remaining active wards, receiving a shock which cast him several yalms into the air. By the grace of Halone he was unharmed, but his boots which absorbed the charge were torn to shreds. He humbly requests that they be replaced.	153	6	9	4	58	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918081	True	0	1	421420	428	407	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
969	965	Raising the Dragoons (L)	At last, the final trials for the Knights Dragoon are upon us, and this year's candidates have proven to be the most promising in quite a long time. They call the trial a “mock battle,” yet the only thing mocking about it is that their adversary is not a full-grown wyrm. The birth of a dragoon merits the use of proper armor, that they may be given full rein to demonstrate their skills as they would in the field. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>※Master Leatherworker III is required to craft the items requested for this levequest.<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	156	6	9	4	58	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918082	True	0	1	3263600	5928	412	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
970	966	Do My Little Turn on the Stonewalk (L)	House Durendaire has clawed its way back into the Stone Vigil, successfully securing another section of the fortress. Archers of exceptional skill have been summoned to patrol the awnings, and they are in need of caps to keep their heads warm and eyes free of debris. Surely you could create something that meets their demand?	151	6	9	4	58	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918083	True	0	1	2664150	5616	412	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
971	967	On My Own Two Feet (L)	The seminarians of the scholasticate chosen to repair the wards on the Steps of Faith have found the work taking more of a toll on their bodies than anticipated. I pray you, craft me boots imbued with properties that might empower one to complete the work of three.	153	6	9	4	58	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	13	270	62	80014	918084	True	0	1	702370	1482	417	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
972	968	Barring the Gates to Foundation	After the Dravanians' unexpected siege, the Congregation has been seriously devising plans for a response to a terrifying prospect such as a full invasion of Ishgard. While the knights were able to put down a handful of wyverns that breached the walls, one can only imagine the chaos that would ensue if an entire army should land in Foundation and attempt to massacre women and children in the narrow alleyways. In such a scenario, a katzbalger in hand could be quite useful.	151	6	6	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918085	True	0	1	456810	686	318	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
973	969	Punching Your Way to Success	As part of a military arts exchange facilitated by House Haillenarte, a pugilist from Ul'dah requires an additional set of arms to demonstrate the power of his discipline. The blacksmiths lack the familiarity to craft such unconventional weapons that would live up to the pugilist's standards. I suppose you are the only one with whom I could task with creating a pair of weapons that bear resemblance to that of which he speaks.	151	6	6	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918086	True	0	1	395450	686	318	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
974	970	With Bearings Straight	The outer shells of the dragonkillers are as sure as steel, but the inner workings are delicate and fickle. A ballista that cannot spin and shoot as swift as the dragon soars could mean the deaths of hundreds of men. We must find a worthy blacksmith for crafting the nuggets required for mythrite bearings-bring them to me and I will see to it you are well paid.	153	6	6	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918087	True	0	1	70850	225	323	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
975	971	Starting Young (L)	The communities of Foundation have been granted permission by the Holy See to conduct defensive training for children too old for wet nurses yet too young to join the knights' ranks. I have not the slightest idea who will be teaching these children to properly use weapons, but the Holy See has spoken, and we are in need of sets of katzbalgers with short reach and small grip─simple enough weapons for the little ones.	151	6	6	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918088	True	0	1	2512500	3432	328	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
976	972	Foreign Exchange (L)	An Ul'dahn pugilist under sponsorship of House Haillenarte seeks to teach the knights what use hands can be in the case they are disarmed. I understand not the feasibility of pummeling a dragon at close range, yet much to my chagrin, 'twould seem the men are enjoying the lesson. They have started to ask for claws made of mythrite, to which I task you to create.	151	6	6	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918089	True	0	1	2174990	3432	328	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
977	973	Bearing the Brunt (L)	Very clever the Dravanians were in their most recent attack, for they took special care to disable the dragonkillers first, knowing the ballistas could turn the tides rapidly. While many of our beloved devices have survived the brunt of the flames, the sensitive internal gears have been weakened with use, and the pikes cannot swivel as seamlessly as they used to. The ballistas' bearings must needs be replaced, and I would task you with crafting the mythrite nuggets with which to create them.	153	6	6	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918090	True	0	1	118080	780	333	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
978	974	It's All about Execution	A heretic was found to be guilty after dragon spawn was found in her cellar. Her crime is so offensive to the Fury that her sentence calls for a beheading that will not allow her the luxury of a quick, clean death. I would pay you to provide me with the longsword with which to carry it out, but I would be lying if I said that your work would not be...altered to make the punishment fit the crime.	155	6	6	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918091	True	0	1	629850	811	319	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
979	975	Freight and Barrel	Rumors have surfaced of heretics using supply caravans as a mode of covert transportation, traveling in barrels and crates. Thus the Holy See has allowed ordinary merchants to arm themselves with weapons for their protection. Merchants may not be familiar with a sword or a spear, yet a pair of stilettos could serve their purpose quite well, as they can also be used for rigging and rope-cutting besides.	153	6	6	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918092	True	0	1	480670	811	319	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
980	976	Cautionary Cutlery	Knights stationed in places of the far corners of the map find good cuts of meat hard to come by, surrounded by creatures of tough hides and lean composition. A utensil made from mythrite may allow for less time carving for the stew and more time put towards completing the mission. May you design some possible prototypes for the mess kits?	153	6	6	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918093	True	0	1	198900	293	324	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
981	977	Too Big to Miss (L)	These are dark times in Ishgard, when heretics arise from their feathered beds to corrupt the hearts of the purest, leading them to perform unspeakable acts in their stead. We inquisitors have appealed to the Holy See to grant us our own means of defense—longswords to carry on our persons for particularly violent interactions. The request has been granted, and should you craft us these weapons of justice, I would ensure you are paid very well for your services.	155	6	6	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918094	True	0	1	3464200	4056	329	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
982	978	Stepping on My Heart with Stilettos (L)	Three merchant sisters oft commissioned by the Temple Knights to deliver goods to the Sea of Clouds have expressed increased concern with heretics stowing away on vessels meant to supply the knights. They have asked me for light, unobtrusive arms that may be worn while on duty and quickly brought to bear against dangerous stowaways should the need arise.	153	6	6	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918095	True	0	1	2643720	4056	329	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
983	979	Saw, Shank, and Redemption (L)	The Temple Knives, culinarians sent to serve men in the field, have reported that their blades are dull, their numbers dwindle, and the snapping drakes near their campfires are multiplying. The Knives would much prefer to be supplied with cooking utensils that are forged from the same materials as the weapons wielded by their comrades. Provide me with a set of mythrite knives suitable for cutting up dhalmel shanks and dragons alike.	153	6	6	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918096	True	0	1	331500	1014	334	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
984	980	I Could Feel That from Here	Times of heightened violence exhaust our resources to the point where we adapt for our own survival, and for one thousand years, we as a people have become quite adept. Leather sliced from dragon corpses is considerably durable (and plentiful), yet there are not many knives capable of cutting through such tough material. Those made from sharpened titanium come to mind when slicing through dragon scales, and our supply has been dwindling as of late.	153	6	6	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918097	True	0	1	473220	936	320	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
985	981	I Saw the Pine	I heard the carpenters of House Dzemael decided to have a competition on one of their days of rest to see who could cut through a bough of birch the fastest using naught but a rusty amateur's saw. The winner's branch was lopped off at the four-bell mark! While it was all in good fun, I do think he should be rewarded with a cleaner cut since the blisters on his hands will not heal any time soon─a saw of hardsilver should do most nicely.	153	6	6	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918098	True	0	1	473220	936	320	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
986	982	Keep Up with the Mechanics	The Skysteel Manufactory requests a skilled smith to create some sort of flintlock that will be utilized in their machinists' newfangled art. 'Twould seem weaponry outside of the traditionally sanctioned armaments is not so easily accepted by the blacksmith guilds, who have declined to take up the offer to forge the contraption. I suppose I have no choice but to leave the task to you, and I will even pay coin for it.	151	6	6	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918099	True	0	1	477930	315	325	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
987	983	Tensions in Creasing (L)	Halone favors the brave, and the slaying of a great draconian foe has given us a bounty of scales! But we must make haste to salvage the hide before the bateleurs eat their fill─such valuable material must not go to waste when it can be cut and sewn into garments that mock the Dravanians as we storm them in combat. We need creasing knives forged from titanium, on the double!	153	6	6	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918100	True	0	1	2602720	4680	330	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
988	984	I Came, I Sawed, I Conquered (L)	The craftsmen of Ishgard have been toiling from dawn to dusk working on new dragonkiller designs that will withstand the most stressful trials of fire and claw. As scrolls of varying designs fill the planning room, the previous models dull the teeth of the carpenters' handsaws, thus replacements are in order for them to continue to perfect the design.	153	6	6	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918101	True	0	1	2602720	4680	330	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
989	985	Unconventional Weaponry (L)	While we've no qualms about adding more advanced tools from the Skysteel Manufactory to our arsenal, any knight worth his salt knows the Fury is pleased most with the use of traditional weaponry-─the bow, the sword, and the lance. However, we have an accord with the manufactory on technology, and if they wish to display the pomp and pistols of their machinists in combat, I would be obliged to leave the task of crafting the armaments to you.	151	6	6	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918102	True	0	1	796560	1092	335	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
990	986	Unbreaker	Only a handful of dragonkillers have special chain pikes and are constructed in such a way that keeps them mobile, yet ably bolted to the ground. Both the pike and the locks must be made of titanium, for if the dragon is too strong, the ballista will be lifted into the air and more likely be damaged. Therefore I ask you to bring me ingots of titanium with which to craft the pieces.	153	6	6	4	56	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918103	True	0	1	240180	998	321	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
991	987	Diamond Sawdust	The restoration of the capital would progress a great deal quicker if only the handsaws would cooperate. You would think the Holy See's blacksmiths aught to accommodate the climate turning wood into ice. What good is a handsaw if the teeth are worn down before a single run through frozen grain? Forge me a sturdier tool, I will be sure to make it worth your while.	153	6	6	4	56	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918104	True	0	1	731480	1061	321	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
992	988	Spirituality Inspector	The work of the blacksmiths does not escape the strict oversight of the Holy See, and one priest in particular has been a thorn in my side. Miserable of his duty, he worries more of dirtying his robes than the production of equipment for our victories. During one of his inspections, he was disgusted by the dustings of soot of one of the shops and ordered all of the smithing tools to be discarded for “lack of spiritual purity.” They must needs be replaced, and the sooner, the better.	153	6	6	4	56	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918105	True	0	1	320970	383	326	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
993	989	Attack on Titanium (L)	The order has come down from on high to strengthen all aspects of the dragonkillers, including replacing pikes of iron with those of titanium. While the edict suits to bolster our defense, they speak as if replacing all of the ballista bolts in the city is a simple matter! I have no choice but to round up more blacksmiths from the outside to complete the entire order. Will you lend me your hammer arm as well?	153	6	6	4	56	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918106	True	0	1	1801390	4992	331	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
994	990	I'm a Lumberjack and I'm Okay (L)	While Ishgard is dutifully patrolled by the Temple Knights, I grow concerned with the rumors that Dravanians are developing a taste for unarmed purveyors of botany who roam the lands beyond the Holy See's walls to acquire precious resources. 'Twould seem these gatherers cannot survive without a heavier arsenal for their own protection, thus I desire a blacksmith who can forge an axe that may be used to fell both trees and dragon alike.	153	6	6	4	56	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918107	True	0	1	4023140	5304	331	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
995	991	The Clamor for Hammers (L)	With our adversaries emboldened, the smithing guilds have been working their hammers to the nub in answering the clamor for better weapons. While struggling to fill the seemingly unending orders for the Temple Knights, they barely have enough time to repair their own tools before the next arsenal is requisitioned. There is much coin to be had for one who can forge them more durable hammers.	153	6	6	4	56	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918108	True	0	1	534960	1326	336	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
996	992	Through Thick and Thin	One would laugh at the notion of a single archer standing their ground against a towering champion of the Horde, yet that would be underestimating the arsenal at our disposal. With arrows fashioned from materials harder than diamonds, a good pierce through the throat could just as easily incapacitate the foe as one of the dragonkillers! Such arrows, however, are saved only for the seasoned archers, as such, they pay handsomely for adamantite.	153	6	6	4	58	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918109	True	0	1	235890	1123	322	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
997	993	Winter Weather Conditions	The Skysteel Manufactory frets much about the ballistas, and their most vital work comes at dawn when the contraptions are coated in a thick sheet of ice that immobilizes the internal pivot chambers. The faster an engineer can pick apart the large chunks, the faster the dragonkillers can feed metal into the chests of our enemy. For this work, the sharpest dolabras are required. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>※Master Blacksmith III is required to craft the items requested for this levequest.<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	153	6	6	4	58	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918110	True	0	1	811360	1248	322	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
998	994	Swords for Plowshares	Following a failed attack by the Horde, a wounded dragon flew as far as the central highlands before falling to earth in a narrow mountain pass, blocking the road. One of our knights, properly equipped, should be capable of hacking the frozen carcass to pieces and reopening the pass to trade.	151	6	6	4	58	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918111	True	0	1	617600	406	327	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
999	995	Piercing Eyes Deserve Piercing Shafts (L)	When an archer releases an arrow, it must be done with some certainty it will hit its mark as the stock is limited. The elites must be even truer to hitting their marks with rarer commodity, for it takes days to create a single arrow of adamantite that pierces even the strongest dragon scales. As a result of the Horde's invasion, my need of adamantite nuggets is acute for those elite bowmen stationed along Ishgard's walls.	153	6	6	4	58	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918112	True	0	1	1769210	5616	332	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1000	996	The Nightsoil Is Dark and Full of Terrors (L)	Mayhap with darker purpose than prank, someone has poured buckets of sewer water onto several dragonkillers, knowing full well that by morning they would become encased in thick filmy sheets of ice and piss. 'Twould seem punishment for one engineer to free all of the weapons from their statues of scum, therefore sets of dolabras are needed for an entire team to restore the ballistas. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>※Master Blacksmith III is required to craft the items requested for this levequest.<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	153	6	6	4	58	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918113	True	0	1	4462490	6240	332	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1001	997	Negative, They Are Meat Popsicles (L)	Oft mistaken for hills or debris left by the Calamity, frozen corpses of the Horde are blights on the land and bitter reminders to the knights who lost brothers and sisters in battle. Provide for them swords made of adamantite to remove the eyesores and allow them a peace of mind.	151	6	6	4	58	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	10	267	62	80014	918114	True	0	1	1029340	1404	337	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1002	998	Hauberk and No Play	I have always said one cannot trust the baseborn too heavily with the divine task of Halone, for their upbringing in such squalor claims their own welfare before even the Fury. We caught one such man last week, in the midst of him selling his provisioned hauberk to settle the debt of his induction into the ranks. He has since been arrested, so I would ask you to craft another to replace the stock lost.	153	6	7	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918115	True	0	1	211350	624	338	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1003	999	Rivets Run through It	The grand gates to the city must be able to open and shut at a moment's notice, barring any monstrosities from barreling into the city proper. In light of the devastating consequences that could occur from a potential breach, the engineers under the auspices of the Temple Knights have commenced replacing the rivets that hold the vital physical barriers together and are in dire need of those fashioned from mythrite to complete the task.	153	6	7	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918116	True	0	1	88620	686	338	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1004	1000	Don't Scuttle with Scuta	No sooner than the dragon takes the air into its lungs that knights must raise their shields to protect them from the following conflagration. Alas, every alleyway is the front line in a siege, and ill-trained men are more like to burn in their homes than face the fiends head-on. I seek to restore confidence in the volunteer militia by providing them with scuta resistant to the flames, in the hopes that they'll have enough courage to use them.	151	6	7	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918117	True	0	1	200450	248	343	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1005	1001	Knights without Armor (L)	Within the span of one moon, three men have reported their mythrite armor missing or stolen and I somehow sense foul play at hand. I will not suffer knights to sell their equipment for coin. If they want replacements, then I would pay you to craft them for me. But this time, I will mark them thus and see if they end up on the dark corners of the Crozier and get to the bottom of the mystery.	153	6	7	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918118	True	0	1	1162470	3120	348	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1006	1002	A Riveting Revival (L)	While dragons are wont to attack with fire, fang, and claw, the more brazen of the beasts use their bodies as battering rams. In this way have too many of our watchtowers been reduced to splinters. The new towers we are building must be stronger than the old, and to this end we need stronger rivets, among a host of other materials.	153	6	7	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918119	True	0	1	664710	3432	348	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1007	1003	Shielded by Bureaucracy (L)	Shields, they insisted. I oft wonder what will become of this voluntary militia of the Holy See. While the extra security is appreciated, the first shields should be given to those who have dedicated their souls to combat. As our official armorers are already overburdened with orders, I would commission you to craft shields you feel the commoners deserve.	151	6	7	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918120	True	0	1	334080	858	353	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1008	1004	Let Faith Light the Way	Treks into the Sea of Clouds are long and arduous, and the less that our men need carry the better. Hence, the order seeks to commission an armorer who can forge a shield for battle that might also serve as a source of light after dark. Coin paid for services will prove substantial.	151	6	7	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918121	True	0	1	555260	811	339	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1009	1005	The Cut Alembical Cord	Cleanliness in the infirmary is essential, and in between visits to patients, there is precious little time allowed for running to the water pump to thoroughly wash our hands and sanitize the tools. An alembic would be helpful in creating a solvent with which to rub on the hands to prevent disease from spreading, and I would ask you to create one so more time may be dedicated to treating the sick.	154	6	7	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918122	True	0	1	331500	749	339	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1010	1006	Pan That Laid the Golden Egg	After several flagons of ale, a House Dzemael blacksmith made a wager with two Temple Knives that he could forge liquid gold in their pans as one would cook an omelette. 'Twas trickery, however─no sooner did our men agree that the blacksmith pulled out a wedge of cheese and popotoes. Needless to say, the Knives are in need of new pans─and one bandages for his broken knuckles.	153	6	7	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918123	True	0	1	243650	270	344	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1011	1007	Fifty Shields of Blades (L)	War games that pit neophytes against one another are essential to the training, but it should not cost the Holy See more than what they're worth. Youthful vigor is all well and good, but dented bucklers pile up like plywood, and the recruits respect not the weapons nor the time and coin it takes to forge them. Serrated blades along the edges of a shield should turn horseplay into hard discipline for fear of a nasty slicing.	151	6	7	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918124	True	0	1	3053960	4056	349	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1012	1008	Sheer Distill Power (L)	The constant flow of ailing men and women from battlefields and manors alike provide a catalyst for greater resourcefulness in the practice of medicine. I oft wonder if there are paths to be forged along the lines of alchemy, of plant and animal biles that could be put to widespread use in rarer illness. Mayhap one such as yourself could present me with some prototypes that could separate the extract of plants to allow for a wider berth of medicinal discovery.	154	6	7	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918125	True	0	1	1823250	3744	349	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1013	1009	Skillet with Fire (L)	Field culinarians are a curious breed, gruff in spirit and able to prepare a feast with minimal resources. They are also prone to violent action should anyone intrude upon the sanctity of their kitchen. Their frypans caliente make fearsome weapons, for I have heard tales of bandits who dared to steal foodstuffs fleeing in terror, clutching their charred faces. One such incident has prompted a request for new pans, as the residue stuck to the bottoms of their current ones is interfering with their cooking.	153	6	7	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918126	True	0	1	406080	936	354	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1014	1010	As the Bolt Flies	So long as our dragonkillers cannot reach their quarry, the dragons will be protected by the altitude to which they fly. And if our enemy is allowed to escape, it will surely bring reinforcements on the next assault. As you may be aware, how far a bolt can soar depends on the strength of the cog-gears which propel it. Thus the manufactory is looking for an armorer who could bring them titanium of considerable quality with which to improve the tension of the ballista gears.	153	6	7	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918127	True	0	1	212460	874	340	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1015	1011	Someone Put Dung in My Helmet	The candidates for the Knights Dragoon are always under intense pressure that leaves their heads pounding by the end of a training session, leading some to forget even the most common of sense. One of the youngbloods was daft enough to place his sallet next to a roped and very well-fed chocobo during his training respite. Needless to say, no amount of water or prayer is going to get the unholy smell of droppings and shame scraped out of the metal. He will need a replacement helmet posthaste.	156	6	7	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918128	True	0	1	473220	874	340	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1016	1012	Sometimes the South Wins	Every now and then, highborn knights will come together to remember the glory days of yore with reenactments of Ishgard's finest battles, two houses on each side. While the recreations are meant to be historical, the knights rarely forget their house rivalries and the victorious side appears to change each time. Roughhousing and friendly jabs are expected and thus quality armor is needed so that the knights save their intended armor for our Dravanian foes.	151	6	7	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918129	True	0	1	336080	338	345	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1017	1013	Heavy Metal Banned (L)	The wyverns mock Ishgard, smiling crooked smiles as the wind carries them hundreds of malms into the air out of reach of our dragonkillers. Once word was received that the manufactory successfully created lighter cog-gears strong enough to launch a bolt a hundred malms higher, the order had been carried out from high to replace all of the ballistas in the capital with the new gears. With your help, our bolts will soar higher and the wyverns shall smirk no longer.	153	6	7	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918130	True	0	1	1593490	4368	350	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1018	1014	Rage against the Scream (L)	As their training forces the Knights Dragoon to adopt a fighting posture as soon as the screams of dragons are heard, the candidates prefer to use sallets of titanium. Rumor has it that not only is the headpiece as light as a feather, but the wind blowing through can carry sounds from great distances so the wearer will know when the enemy approaches.	156	6	7	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918131	True	0	1	2602720	4368	350	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1019	1015	The Thriller of Autumn (L)	The knights of the noble houses have begun practicing for period-accurate warfare in a reenactment of the famous Ishgardian victory in the Autumn War. The tactics used are somewhat different, as we charged men rather than beasts in the battle, hence the knights participating have requested armor made of titanium. I task you with crafting pieces light enough to run in, but strong enough to withstand a lance thrust.	151	6	7	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918132	True	0	1	560140	1170	355	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1020	1016	A Squire to Inspire	There have been whispers in the Pillars of an assassin, stealing away in the night to murder a noblewoman clad in naught but her nightdress. Her squire took the sting of the knife in her stead, declaring the noblewoman would die not by sullied men's hands. The assassin was apprehended and the boy treated, but so moved was I by his courage that I will pay a purseload of coin to the armorer who can craft me a shield to honor him.	151	6	7	4	56	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918133	True	0	1	436700	998	341	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1021	1017	A Halonic Masquerade	While we are aware of Lady Iceheart's treacherous group of knaves, theirs is not the only group of heretics the inquisitors must contend with. There are others with separate goals that spill into the same ideology—different means to an end. One such group calls themselves “peacemakers,” and they wear scouting masks to conceal their identities while they foment heresy. One of my subordinates wishes to infiltrate their group, and I would pay you well to forge me a proper scouting mask similar to theirs.	155	6	7	4	56	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918134	True	0	1	534960	998	341	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1022	1018	Belle of the Brawl	The knights assigned to capital patrols are oft disappointed with their delegation, for it compares not to those who brave the heat of dragon fire. They are more like to vent their vexation in ale-sopped brawls, and one such brawl has left a Brume man's wife injured after being struck in the face with a gauntlet. I cannot afford to pull the instigators into recess while a siege looms ahead. In lieu, I would prefer to keep the baseborn quiet and sate his demand for armor fresh from the forge.	151	6	7	4	56	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918135	True	0	1	320970	361	346	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1023	1019	All's Fair in Highborn Assassination (L)	A squire of House Haillenarte saved his master from an assassination and has become quite vulnerable to retaliation from whomever sent the behest. His deed, while noble, has put the house on alert, and they have requested an extra squadron of bodyguards to be sent to protect the boy until the inquisition can conclude an investigation into possible heretical involvement. With such a threat, the bodyguards should be equipped with study shields to prevent themselves from blades hidden in the shadows.	151	6	7	4	56	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918136	True	0	1	2401870	4992	351	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1024	1020	Why I Wear a Mask (L)	My comrades in justice are adept at slipping in and out of the shadows. To catch a heretic, one must mimic their ways with a stout enough resolution to remain untainted. We are in need of disguises, yet I entrust it to no soul but you outsider, for should conspirators among the armorers anticipate our arrival, there could be but one source.	155	6	7	4	56	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918137	True	0	1	2942290	4992	351	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1025	1021	Shouldering the Shut-ins (L)	The ranks of the volunteer militia swell, with more men and women signing up every day. Yet even knights must train to grow into their armored shells, and I have my doubts that naught but those with experience in masonry, blacksmithing, and other physically demanding trades have sufficient strength to endure the strain. I need someone who can forge something lightweight for the arms that will not hinder what little movement they can make.	151	6	7	4	56	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918138	True	0	1	534960	1248	356	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1026	1022	Sir, Dost Thou Even Heft	One of the knights who will storm the Stone Vigil has been building muscle in a bid to make the next siege the last. While his zeal is more than welcome, the growth of his muscles has split the mail links in the seat of his trousers and thus he has need of an armorer able to fit his girth into a new set of adamantite chain hose before the next operation commences.	151	6	7	4	58	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918139	True	0	1	811360	1186	342	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1027	1023	Look Before You Leap	Among the aspiring Knights Dragoon are a talented few who practice jumping attacks in equipment crafted from adamantite, the weight of which will help them to crush a dragon's skull as an eggshell. Alas, one such youth misstepped during his training and landed among the crags, breaking both his legs and armor in the impact. Though his injuries will heal, he requires a new pair of leg guards, and I would entrust none other but a skilled craftsman with the task. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>※Master Armorer III is required to craft the items requested for this levequest.<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	156	6	7	4	58	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918140	True	0	1	593380	1248	342	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1028	1024	The Mast Chance	Some may grouse that their children will have grown before the <Emphasis>Protector</Emphasis> once again claims the skies as her own. I pay them no heed, for the more time spent, the more likely the ship will be unassailable. Handfuls of rivets are requested to anchor the mast to the baseboards, but take care to craft them from materials which will withstand wear and tear.	153	6	7	4	58	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918141	True	0	1	94450	406	347	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1029	1025	Men in Adamantite (L)	The forces of House Durendaire are the cornerstone of our efforts at the Stone Vigil. To help them continue their fight against our sworn enemy, the Holy See would dispatch a shipment of supplies. Along with various other materiel, it is understood that they have great need for stout leg guards suitable for heavy infantry.	151	6	7	4	58	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918142	True	0	1	4462490	5928	352	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1030	1026	Patience, Young Grasshopper (L)	The hopefuls of the Knights Dragoon are near the end of their training drills and have grown overconfident with their newfound power in the dragoon jump. A handful boast themselves invincible, and that they are more than ready to practice the jump in heavy adamantite armor, just as those veterans among the ranks. I have warned them that none but a true master of the art would be able to perform the jump with precision in such heavy armor, yet they heed me not. Very well then, the fools will know their folly once removed from the lists due to shattered ankles. <UIForeground>F201F4</UIForeground><UIGlow>F201F5</UIGlow>※Master Armorer III is required to craft the items requested for this levequest.<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>	156	6	7	4	58	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918143	True	0	1	3263600	6240	352	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1031	1027	The Rose and the Riveter (L)	In the art of airship building, even the most minuscule details must not be overlooked. For all of the <Emphasis>Protector</Emphasis>'s grandeur, 'twould be for naught should the hull give out in mid-flight due to changes in air pressure, a common fatal mistake caused by cracks between loose bolts. Cloudtop's finest aviator will not stand for chance. We will need adamantite rivets, and plenty of them.	153	6	7	4	58	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	11	268	62	80014	918144	True	0	1	157420	1404	357	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1032	1028	Little Orphan Candy	A knight patrolling the Brume was approached by a lowborn girl who exclaimed that her parents had given her a beautiful present for her nameday. Although she had been told to keep it a secret, in her excitement she revealed that it was a draconian rosary. Needless to say, the girl's parents will not be returning by supper. I would send her some sweets as thanks for her service to the Holy See.	151	6	12	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918145	True	0	1	275170	686	438	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1033	1029	The Next to Last Supper	Upon returning to Ishgard from a Dravanian campaign, a knight learned that his young wife had been killed during the wyvern attack and buried in his absence. His sister seeks a culinarian who can recreate the dish his wife often used to cook for him─a warm plate of rolled cabbage, so that he may mourn her in his own way before returning to the fray.	153	6	12	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918146	True	0	1	343900	749	438	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1034	1030	The Aroma of Faith	I do not pity those who cannot rise above their misfortune. Nevertheless, sometimes the best way to earn a man's loyalty is through his stomach─and the baseborn have much to hunger for these days. The Holy See is hoping the knights might be able to entice them to join the ranks of the militia, so I am searching for a dish sample that would whet the appetite enough to consider taking up the sword. As a master chef, you would know better than I.	153	6	12	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918147	True	0	1	145960	270	443	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1035	1031	Confections of Confession (L)	A group of street urchins took note when I gave a fig bavarois to a child as a reward for pointing out heresy. I told them there would be plenty to go 'round for any who could lead me to more. With their help, the knights have rounded up seven accused since the last bell. Bake me their due sweets and the children will be happy, the inquisitors satisfied, and all will be well in Ishgard...for now.	151	6	12	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918148	True	0	1	1513480	3432	448	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1036	1032	Nostalgia through the Stomach (L)	While knights who fall in battle shall know peace everlasting in Halone's halls, those seriously wounded on campaign are returned to the capital for a far shorter reprieve until they can be dispatched once more. During their homecoming to Ishgard, they enjoy time spent with their families, good ale, and dishes they have not supped upon in quite some time.	153	6	12	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918149	True	0	1	1891490	3744	448	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1037	1033	Soup's On (L)	Men who have not the coin for bread to fill their empty stomachs are more inclined to fill themselves on the bread of the forbidden word. The See tends to see heretics as more detrimental to the war than the hungry, thus a plan has been writ to serve the needy and rekindle faith in the Fury. Find me a dish worthy of the poor's tastes yet easy enough to prepare and distribute throughout the capital.	153	6	12	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918150	True	0	1	243260	936	453	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1038	1034	Such a Butter Face	Culinarians may see fermented butter as no more than an ingredient for a variety of dishes. Yet knights in backwater locales often use it to shave with knives─an alternative to the expensive creams of the capital. Fermented butter has a rich scent and salve-like texture, making it ideal for this purpose. A shipment has been requested by our forces stationed in the Dravanian forelands, to which I would consult your service.	153	6	12	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918151	True	0	1	310610	811	439	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1039	1035	Loving That Muffin Top	The second commander has a tendency to shut himself in his room for days on end, ever seeking ways to improve the flow of supplies to the far reaches of Dravania. He forgoes supper for fear of dozing, yet I think it wise to prepare a snack to quell his hunger. A simple leavened muffin should suffice, devoid of heaviness that would entice him to sleep.	153	6	12	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918152	True	0	1	274810	811	439	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1040	1036	Persona non Gratin	House Haillenarte will participate in joint exercises with House Dzemael, and my hope is that the supper which follows allows for more amity between the two. Finding a dish that would dull sharp tongues has proven difficult, yet I am confident dhalmel gratin will suffice. It has a thick consistency preferred by many knights of House Dzemael and is made with meat most familiar to those Rose Knights who have served in Camp Cloudtop.	151	6	12	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918153	True	0	1	213220	315	444	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1041	1037	No Margarine of Error (L)	The Rose Knights of Camp Cloudtop are accustomed to braving the elements, yet one would be surprised what improved hygiene does for their morale. In such a remote location, water for bathing is rationed, and the men find it difficult to keep their facial hair trimmed and neat. Fermented butter, while normally for culinary purpose, can also be used for a clean shave, and the men in Camp Cloudtop have asked for it in large quantities.	153	6	12	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918154	True	0	1	1708380	4056	449	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1042	1038	Muffin of the Morn (L)	Night's watch in Ishgard is no easy task, as heretics are wont to work their sinister plots upon a sleeping city. Since the Calamity, the frigid temperatures at night have made the shift all the worse; exhaustion sets in as dawn approaches, but mayhap warm, chewy muffins to look forward to at the end of the patrol will keep them awake. Supply me with the baked goods so they may find hard-earned rest on a full stomach.	153	6	12	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918155	True	0	1	1511460	4056	449	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1043	1039	Recipe for Disaster (L)	What were intended to be joint drills for knights of houses Haillenarte and Dzemael have become naught more than contests of strength and speed, with more men joining in by the day. Halone forbid the braggarts put more energy into training than boasting. I can only hope that dinner will bring an end to the incessant banter─heaping servings of thick dhalmel gratin should keep them chewing for a while.	151	6	12	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918156	True	0	1	355360	1092	454	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1044	1040	The Nutcracker's Sweets	While I grow tired of the countless meetings with senior clergy regarding the minutiae of Ishgard's defenses, I recognize the necessity of keeping everyone abreast of the latest developments. Even so, I find myself quite annoyed with a certain cardinal who always brings a pouch of Gridanian walnuts and cracks open the shells with his teeth during our discussions. The noise is most distracting, so I would have you prepare a substitute that would make for a quieter refreshment to be placed at his seat ere he enters the room.	151	6	12	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918157	True	0	1	316760	1061	440	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1045	1041	Breakfast of Champions	The training for the volunteer militia composed of Foundation residents was meant to be brief, yet one of the more rotund merchants is already whining he cannot continue running laps around the forums without a proper meal in his stomach. Provide me with a canteen filled with emerald soup to shut him up, but pray make the broth thin─if he can't hold it in, it'll be easier to scrub off the cobblestone than solid food.	151	6	12	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918158	True	0	1	459310	998	440	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1046	1042	Old Victories, New Tastes	The Holy See, tiring of the same old culinary fare, is requesting outside assistance in coming up with dishes reminiscent of the time of the Autumn War. The culinarians who prepare the best dishes will receive a good handful of coin for their efforts, so I gave your name as one who might provide something promising. The officials from the See await your submission with bated breath.	152	6	12	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918159	True	0	1	233860	383	445	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1047	1043	Time for a Midnight Snack (L)	I am a man of action, and much prefer the excitement of the battlefield to the banality of meetings. Alas, the responsibilities of my rank oft keep me in Ishgard, where said meetings run well into the night with no break for supper. As I am in charge of preparing the next exchange, I seek a culinarian who can provide me with something easy to nibble on without making too much noise.	151	6	12	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918160	True	0	1	1742220	5304	450	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1048	1044	Emerald Soup for the Soul (L)	Blasphemy is a ragged peasant swinging a mythrite sword as a drunk with a broken bottle. Without some small guidance from the Temple Knights, these commoners of the volunteer militia are more likely to injure their comrades than the enemy. No, they must be introduced to more intense standard training. Lunch must be provided to sway them to stay, I suppose, and I would have you boil tureens of emerald soup to keep them running.	151	6	12	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918161	True	0	1	2526230	4992	450	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1049	1045	The Eats of Authenticity (L)	Knights from the noble houses oft participate in unofficial reenactments of our countrymen's most notable victories. Holy members of the church occasionally attend the crowd favorite, the Autumn War, and it seems they look forward to supping on cuisine reminiscent of the season in which the battle was won. As I recall, you are a fine cook of dhalmel fricassee, which would suit their palates nicely.	152	6	12	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918162	True	0	1	389780	1326	455	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1050	1046	Saucy for a Suitor	A certain young maiden pursues a suitor who once mentioned to her in passing that he is quite fond of fish. Naturally, she wanted to serve him the finest fish he had ever tasted, but used grass carp in her main course, a fish so bitter it would cause one's face to pucker up as soon as tasted. This being a delicate matter, I would prefer to spare her feelings, yet I feel adding a few drops of hollandaise sauce to the dish might serve to mask its putrid flavor.	151	6	12	4	56	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918163	True	0	1	291280	936	441	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1051	1047	It Goes Down Smoothly	A commander on the battlefield was caught in a crossfire by a ball of fire that blistered a hole in his neck. The wound has since closed up, but while he is on the mend, there is much he cannot consume without his throat burning and gurgling up foul humours. I request a serving of frozen spirits, concocted with fresh fruit so the frigid beverage will numb his throat while assuring the proper intake of nutrients.	154	6	12	4	56	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918164	True	0	1	409190	1123	441	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1052	1048	Persuasion of a Higher Power	A priest has arranged for an audience with the lord commander regarding an urgent matter. 'Twould seem the church is looking to mandate additional readings of scripture as part of the training exercises for every knight in the order. While I am all for religious devotion, I can see the lord commander grimacing at the thought of burdening the knights with yet another duty. While he is confident he can convince the priest that the troops are already quite spiritual, mayhap a seafood delicacy would be more persuasive.	153	6	12	4	56	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918165	True	0	1	219570	406	446	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1053	1049	Saved by the Sauce (L)	In a particularly brutal scuffle with heretics, a knight came out victorious and his comrades wanted to cook a banquet to celebrate his name. It is mere bells before the food is to be served to friends and family, and I was invited for a sampling, to which I regret. It was so unholy that with one bite of the gratin, I swear my tongue burned like hellfire. I ask for a culinarian with a skilled hand to mask the horrid taste and save the banquet in the one way I know how─drown everything in hollandaise sauce.	151	6	12	4	56	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918166	True	0	1	1602040	4680	451	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1054	1050	Quenching the Flame (L)	Those unlucky enough to breathe in dragon fire are left with seared throats and are unable to consume ordinary food for moons. In order to provide them with sustenance while easing their hurts, we typically prescribe a mixture of frozen mashed fruits, glasses of which we require posthaste.	154	6	12	4	56	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918167	True	0	1	2250550	5616	451	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1055	1051	Loaves and Fishes (L)	The lives senior clergy and our officers lead can be quite different and nowhere is this more evident than in the dining room. The senior clergy always insist on naught but the finest gourmet dishes served on silver platters, with La Noscean wines drunk from bejeweled goblets. In contrast, we knights have been disciplined to live on stale bread and our own determination. Mayhap you can whip up a course to bridge the two tastes.	153	6	12	4	56	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918168	True	0	1	365950	1404	456	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1056	1052	Let's Not Get Sappy	The lord commander is a remarkably modest man, and shirks the fine cuisines of the capital, instead choosing to break the same bread as any common soldier. The one pleasure to which he indulges is a dash of rich birch syrup in his morning tea, ever so subtly. He may complain if he were to know of my intention, but given the immense burden he carries, I would give him naught but the most exquisite syrup.	157	6	12	4	58	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918169	True	0	1	170500	1186	442	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1057	1053	Soup That Eats Like a Knight	I'm sure you have enough sense to know what makes a good meal that warms to the bone. Emerald soup, however, is not on my menu─drink down that thin broth and you'll be pissing green in nary a bell's toll. Clam chowder with a thick slab of hard bread─now that's soup for a warrior! In fact, now that I think on it, my stomach has started yearning for a hot bowl of the stuff.	151	6	12	4	58	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918170	True	0	1	453870	1248	442	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1058	1054	Don't Let It Fall Apart	Replacing ballista components means long periods spent underneath the giant contraptions, and the engineers' obsession with the machinery offers them nary a moment's rest. As they prefer to continue work while they eat, I would like to deliver them liver-cheese sandwiches that can be devoured with one hand while the other turns the wrench.	153	6	12	4	58	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918171	True	0	1	212160	428	447	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1059	1055	Luxury Spillover (L)	The lord commander is fond of adding a few drops of birch syrup to his morning tea, so I had imported a small bottle of the highest quality for his enjoyment. Alas, in receiving dire news of another assault by a draconian captain, I spread the map across the table and spilled the bottle upon the floor. I would ask you to procure three bottles of the rich stuff to ensure it does not happen again.	157	6	12	4	58	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918172	True	0	1	937750	5928	452	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1060	1056	Like Ma Used to Make (L)	At last, the newest round of inductees for the Knights Dragoon have completed the final trial and a send-off banquet is to be held in their honor. While the finest chefs in Ishgard are busily preparing the main entrées for the feast, there are not enough hands in the kitchen to prepare the appetizers. I would employ your talents to come up with a hearty dish that reminds the dragoons of home whence they may not return to in a long while, if at all.	151	6	12	4	58	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918173	True	0	1	2496310	6240	452	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1061	1057	Better Come Back with a Sandwich (L)	The ballistas on the Steps of Faith require more repairs than originally anticipated and the Skysteel Manufactory has sent a number of machinists for the task. After many bells of cranking, ratcheting, and oiling, I am certain a hearty meal would give them heart and much-needed relief besides.	153	6	12	4	58	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	16	273	62	80014	918174	True	0	1	353600	1482	457	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1062	1058	The Mustache Suits Him	Notices have been posted hither and thither for a wanted heretic hiding among the baseborn, yet it seems his followers are greater in number than realized. Upon passing by some of the posters, I notice many scratched with coarse graffiti about the priests. If the rats intend to mock me, then I shall have need of mythrite ink to create copies strong enough to withstand the marks.	153	6	11	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918175	True	0	1	272720	624	418	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1063	1059	Summoning for Dummies	I oft considered the entities summoned from grimoires as innately heretical, as it was mostly those who wished to unravel Halone's will who used them in their minatory schemes. Yet in recent years, I have seen many who use the power of the tomes while invoking Halone's will, and I have begun to wonder whether the arcanic spirits themselves are not vile of mind so long as they can quicken the death of the unbelievers─fight fire with fire if you will. Procure me one of these summoning grimoires so I may have it inspected by the scholasticate.	153	6	11	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918176	True	0	1	334080	624	418	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1064	1060	Forged from the Void	Despite its rather unpleasant origins, void glue is an essential tool for the forging of weapons, including the signature polearms wielded by the Knights Dragoon. As the forges of Ishgard have been burning day and night, they oft run out of the stuff and have taken on extra hands willing to produce the valuable adhesive.	153	6	11	4	50	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918177	True	0	1	200450	248	423	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1065	1061	Forgery of Convenience (L)	I hear tell several forged requisitions have been filled by our quartermasters, and some of our best weaponry has been shipped Halone knows where. I shall leave the investigation to appropriate authorities, for I have not the time to worry about weapons easily confiscated. Still, I have great incentive to replace the official fountains with mythrite ink, not so easily acquired thus less like to be forged.	153	6	11	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918178	True	0	1	2045430	3120	428	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1066	1062	Summoning the Courage to Be Different (L)	While Ishgard's scholars are quite adept at manifesting Halone's blessings from their ancient grimoires, summoning an entity from a tome has not been completely accepted in their practice. Scholars performing such acts could be mistaken for heretics, who oft use such magicks in their occultist plots. However, the scholasticate has recently been granted special permission to experiment with these entities so as long as the tomes they are summoned from are wrapped in the skin of a fell dragon, to ensure their dealings are not heretical in nature. They request three volumes at once.	153	6	11	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918179	True	0	1	1837480	3120	428	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1067	1063	Dodging the Draft (L)	I recall the first drastic change of clime, when the High Houses had trouble with renovating their manors to adapt to the new normal. The wooden planks of the residences were originally held together with nails, but the pieces soon shattered in the coldest of nights. Since then void glue has served much better, yet requires a fresh coating every few years to ensure our lovely lords and ladies don't see their own breath in their beds. The manor of House Fortemps is next on the list for a renovation.	153	6	11	4	50	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918180	True	0	1	334080	858	433	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1068	1064	Can't Sleep, Inquisitors Will Eat Me	A man accused of falling in love with a dragon has lingered in the confessional for nearly four days. Our scripture states that if he were truly in love with the enemy, his mind would be so enraptured with the thought of his beloved that he would not sleep for days due to their wicked magicks. As it turns out, he indeed has not rested in our custody, ceaselessly pounding on the door. Judged in the face of this hard evidence, I beseech you to produce for me a grimoire with high aetherial conductivity to lull him to sleep, permanently.	155	6	11	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918181	True	0	1	331500	749	419	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1069	1065	Steeling the Knife, Steeling the Mind	The chirurgeons of the battlefield are equipped with the best tools Ishgard can provide, but these instruments can only be used a certain number of times before they become prone to contamination. The specialists who forge their medical utensils oft imbue them with magical properties that keep the chirurgeons' minds sharp and focused on the task of healing the wounded, and they request bottles of dissolvent of weak quality for the replenishing of supplies.	153	6	11	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918182	True	0	1	480670	874	419	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1070	1066	Consecrating Congregation	As the time to raise new knights draws near, our minds again turn to the words of the <Emphasis>Enchiridion</Emphasis> that mark holy water as the sweat of the Fury's brow. It is this, Her gift of succor, that the highest of clergymen need for the ceremony, to bathe the blades of the valiant young and welcome them into the fold.	152	6	11	4	52	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918183	True	0	1	154140	270	424	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1071	1067	Allow No Fallacies (L)	With the good graces of the Temple Knights, an entire den of snakes has been discovered through an intricate ring of finger-pointing, leading to the arrest of an entire lesser house under the provisions of guilt by association. However, there are simply too many family members to question at once to enable a “speedy trial.” Thus we harbingers of justice request grimoires of potent writing, made from dragon skin in accordance with Halonic law which also store an incredible pool of aetheric energy for every lie the heretics spew forth.	155	6	11	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918184	True	0	1	1823250	3744	429	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1072	1068	Surgical Substitution (L)	The chirurgeons in the theater of the forelands are always overburdened with treatments due to the proximity of the Dravanians and their rage. Until the supplies are able to reach the knights' stronghold, they have not the time for fresh surgical tools and request three bottles of the weakest mind dissolvent in substitute so the surgeries will have at least some form of sanitary protection.	153	6	11	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918185	True	0	1	2643720	4368	429	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1073	1069	Curbing the Contagion (L)	A bevy of women and children burst into the church in hysterics, having been showered by the blood of a dragon felled by a ballista. Wailing that the dragon's essence may have been absorbed into their skin and turned them against the Fury, they have been bowing unceasingly in prayer for nearly a bell now. As a member of the clergy, I could not possibly forsake them in their time of need─and when they are so willing to pay the proper fee for a cleansing ritual. Forsooth, bring me holy water and I shall reward you thus.	152	6	11	4	52	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918186	True	0	1	256910	936	434	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1074	1070	Adhesive of Antipathy	Oh if it were true to say a wyvern that has taken an arrow to the wing will never attack again. Alas, a wounded dragon will lie low for days until the torn membranes heal anew and it recommences its vengeance. Yet there is a silver lining to every cloud, and a glue concocted from wyvern wings among other ingredients proves to bond easily and reform over time. Such valuable resources are always in short supply, and I would pay you rightly for additional stock.	153	6	11	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918187	True	0	1	647060	936	420	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1075	1071	Tomes Roam on the Range	It is of paramount importance that we protect our people from corruptive foreign influences and indulgences. Yet every now and then, our scholars have need of the unconventional. As interpreters of the <Emphasis>Enchiridion</Emphasis>'s word, they are permitted to request these tomes from other lands. I would rather sate their curiosity for the aberrant without encouraging them to venture beyond our borders, and thus ask you to create such that will not provoke such curiosity.	153	6	11	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918188	True	0	1	473220	936	420	18	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1076	1072	Warding Off Temptation	The cardinals' bedchamber doors are inscribed with an intricate series of wards to protect them while they sleep from heretic throat-slittings, and the Holy See is known to pay large quantities of coin to keep these wards properly maintained. After hearing some rather salacious gossip regarding a cardinal locked out of his bedchambers (and a young lady locked within), the arcane “locksmith” has beseeched me for a bottle of hardsilver ink, the aetherial conductivity of which quickens the pace of enchanting and disenchanting the wards.	153	6	11	4	54	0	1	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918189	True	0	1	256810	315	425	26	5	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1077	1073	It's Gonna Grow Back (L)	While the barbed pikes fired by the dragonkillers can pierce flesh and bone, there is naught to say that they cannot be further improved with the application of glue, that a dragon struck might have greater difficulty ripping it free. Mayhap it be a matter of irony that wing glue procured from lesser flying beasts would be most like to bring about their downfall?	153	6	11	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918190	True	0	1	4852950	4680	430	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1078	1074	Field Trip to the Unknown (L)	A group from the scholasticate intends to embark on a field excursion to search for ruins in the Sea of Clouds. They cannot be persuaded to leave the words of their ancient tomes behind, and to submit the treasures of our holy library through nature's elements 'twould cost more coin than I am willing to spare. I would prefer to provide them copies of the codices wrapped in dhalmelskin, the better to endure the weather and grime.	153	6	11	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918191	True	0	1	2602720	4680	430	18	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14
1079	1075	The Garden of Arcane Delights (L)	Time is of the essence when it comes to repairing arcane barriers, and our reserves of mythrite ink have run dry. Ink fortified with hardsilver is known to conduct aether more efficiently, and we will use none other to prepare the wards. Our nation's defenses must not be made to wait, so I would commission your services and expect speedy delivery.	153	6	11	4	54	0	10	2300	2300	0	0	15	272	62	80014	918192	True	0	1	428020	1092	435	26	2	5852425	110089	True	0	14

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