ffxiv-datamining/csv/quest/009/GaiUsb903_00926.csv

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4	0	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_00	Nivie is hoping that you continue to ignore her presence.
5	1	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_01	<UIForeground>F20215</UIForeground><UIGlow>F20216</UIGlow><Gui(63)/> This quest has been adjusted. Please abandon the quest and restart it by speaking to either Haustefort or Cid at Whitebrim Front, depending on your progress.<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground> ※The Main Scenario Guide shows the next available quest. You can toggle it on and off in Character Configuration, under UI Settings.
6	2	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_02	After traipsing around in the snow for an indeterminate length of time, you recover the lost missive. Deliver it to Lord Drillemont as requested.
7	3	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_03	Lord Drillemont scoffs at the missive from houses Fortemps and Haillenarte, which calls for the increased reliance on foreign sellswords. He rejects the proposal without hesitation, shouting that Ishgard need not rely on outside help to win its war against Dravania. Though Nivie will doubtless not welcome the news, you should probably share with her Lord Drillemont's response.
8	4	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_04	Nivie admits that Lord Drillemont's disdain is not unwarranted, as House Durendaire has been charged with reclaiming an outpost that House Haillenarte lost. Despite it being her duty to convey Lord Drillemont's exact words to Lord Francel, she is understandably reluctant to do so.
9	5	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_05
10	6	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_06
11	7	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_07
12	8	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_08
13	9	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_09
14	10	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_10
15	11	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_11
16	12	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_12
17	13	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_13
18	14	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_14
19	15	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_15
20	16	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_16
21	17	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_17
22	18	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_18
23	19	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_19
24	20	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_20
25	21	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_21
26	22	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_22
27	23	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_SEQ_23
28	24	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_00	<UIForeground>F20215</UIForeground><UIGlow>F20216</UIGlow><Gui(63)/> This quest has been adjusted. Please abandon the quest and accept it again to restart.<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>
29	25	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_01	<UIForeground>F20215</UIForeground><UIGlow>F20216</UIGlow><Gui(63)/> This quest has been adjusted. Please abandon the quest and accept it again to restart.<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>
30	26	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_02	<UIForeground>F20215</UIForeground><UIGlow>F20216</UIGlow><Gui(63)/> This quest has been adjusted. Please abandon the quest and accept it again to restart.<UIGlow>01</UIGlow><UIForeground>01</UIForeground>
31	27	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_03
32	28	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_04
33	29	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_05
34	30	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_06
35	31	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_07
36	32	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_08
37	33	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_09
38	34	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_10
39	35	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_11
40	36	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_12
41	37	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_13
42	38	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_14
43	39	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_15
44	40	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_16
45	41	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_17
46	42	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_18
47	43	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_19
48	44	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_20
49	45	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_21
50	46	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_22
51	47	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_TODO_23
52	48	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_NIVIE_000_000	Oh, it's you! Beg your pardon, <If(PlayerParameter(4))>miss<Else/>sir</If>, but I've heard whispers that you wish to prove yourself trustworthy to Lord Drillemont. Perhaps we can be of service to one another. I am a humble herald of House Haillenarte, you see, and I was to deliver a most important missive to Whitebrim Front.
53	49	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_NIVIE_000_001	I was traveling along the road when a fearsome flurry of snow began to fall. As the curtains of white descended around me, a sudden gust of wind from the Sea of Clouds tore the parchment from my hands! I fell to my knees and groped blindly, hoping to recover it...but to no avail.
54	50	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_NIVIE_000_002	It could not have been blown far from the road, but the wilds are treacherous and filled with terrors! I had no choice but to seek shelter here. And so I must ask you to recover the missive and deliver it to Lord Drillemont in my stead.
55	51	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_DUMMY_000_010
56	52	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_DRILLEMONT_000_020	Did I not make myself clear!? Begone from my sight, foreigner, or I shall have you removed!
57	53	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_DRILLEMONT_000_021	A missive? Give me that! ...“Houses Fortemps and Haillenarte hereby formally advise that all restrictions on employing foreign sellswords be─”
58	54	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_DRILLEMONT_000_022	Hmph. These are naught more than the ill-conceived notions of a hopeless romantic and a naive lordling. House Durendaire would not even be in this position had not House Haillenarte failed to hold the Stone Vigil!
59	55	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_DRILLEMONT_000_023	They would have us pit one horde against another. Nay, I say! We need only Ishgardian steel to cleanse the realm of these godless heathens!
60	56	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_NIVIE_000_030	Lord Drillemont rejected our proposal, didn't he? I could hear him shouting even from here...
61	57	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_NIVIE_000_031	Alas, he is not the only one to heap disdain upon House Haillenarte. Ever since we lost the Steel and Stone Vigils, we have been at the mercy of the other High Houses.
62	58	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_NIVIE_000_032	We should be the ones fighting to reclaim the lost outpost. Yet it is House Durendaire that must pay the price for our failure.
63	59	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_NIVIE_000_033	But how can I bear Lord Drillemont's harsh words back to Lord Francel? Ah...mayhap I should remain here for the nonce...
64	60	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_POP_MESSAGE_000	You hear the beating of wings...
65	61	TEXT_GAIUSB903_00926_ACCESS_MESSAGE	The missive slips through your fingers.