ffxiv-datamining/csv/quest/009/GaiUsc503_00991.csv

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4	0	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_SEQ_00	Nazyl Duzyl has a gentle task in mind for your first service to the Sons of Saint Coinach.
5	1	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_SEQ_01	Many Sons of Saint Coinach are far from home, toiling to uncover ancient secrets while hundreds of malms away from family and friends. Take the letters that have traveled that distance, and place them in the Sons' hands.
6	2	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_SEQ_02	Every letter has reached the person it was intended for, but you are somewhat crestfallen, for the letters seemed to leave everyone more vexed than they were before. Speak with Nazyl Duzyl and see what he thinks.
7	3	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_SEQ_03	The worthy bone sifter explains that, vexing or not, the letters remind the naturalists that there is life beyond the dig. You also learn that the Sons are a Sharlayan order, and that their leader is the famed anthropogeographer Rammbroes. Should you have any further questions on the organization's activities, you would do well to seek out his wisdom.
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28	24	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_TODO_00	Deliver the letter to the sightly Son.
29	25	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_TODO_01	Deliver the letter to the kindly Son.
30	26	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_TODO_02	Deliver the letter to the stony Son.
31	27	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_TODO_03	Report to Nazyl Duzyl.
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52	48	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NAZYLDUZYL_000_001	The Sons of Saint Coinach draw together the finest minds in Eorzea in order to bend their combined strength upon the Allagan question.
53	49	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NAZYLDUZYL_000_002	With such a lofty mission come certain sacrifices─we all have left our homes, our friends, and our families to be here, you see. Many a sob has been stifled in this camp, I am sure.
54	50	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NAZYLDUZYL_000_003	Some of us will be here for moons, others for years. We know not what we shall find, or when. Until then, there are the letters, full of news from home.
55	51	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NAZYLDUZYL_000_004	Will you take these letters to the Sons? Hardly a task for an adventurer, but it will give you an opportunity to see the camp and speak with some of our party.
56	52	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCA_000_010	A letter from home? Thank you, adventurer.
57	53	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCA_000_020	Oh, we were at the Phrontistery together. What does she want?
58	54	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCA_000_021	She's to be wed! How ni─what!? She's worth two of him, the great galumphing oaf! Oh, that'll <Emphasis>never</Emphasis> last...
59	55	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCA_000_025	A curious Allagan artifact, gracefully shaped... What function could it have served?
60	56	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCB_000_030	Nophica be praised, a letter from Gridania! It must be from my wife.
61	57	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCB_000_040	All well and prospering. She says that...what?
62	58	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCB_000_041	She writes that she has taught our daughter to say “Papa home soon.” She can talk...and I missed her first words. But it has only been three moons since I saw them last!
63	59	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCB_000_045	Yes, I shall be home soon! With a discovery that atones for my absence...
64	60	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCC_000_050	A letter? That's a first. I would that 'tis no ill news...
65	61	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCC_000_060	From the pater? Surely, the mater is not ill again.
66	62	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCC_000_061	Hm, quite the contrary. She's recovered from her dropsy...and demanding I return home and give her grandchildren.
67	63	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NPCC_000_065	<sigh> The pater and mater paid for my studies at the Phrontistery, and they hold it over my head every chance they get. Perhaps I'll find some ancient Allagan secret to minting my own gil...
68	64	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NAZYLDUZYL_000_070	Thank you, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>. Even a vexing letter serves the noble purpose of keeping the Sons moored to their lives, you see. I have known other digs where we lost all sense of the world beyond the day's grid.
69	65	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NAZYLDUZYL_000_071	The Sons of Saint Coinach claim their genesis in Sharlayan, that shining city of learning.
70	66	TEXT_GAIUSC503_00991_NAZYLDUZYL_000_072	We are all races and clans, united by our passion for the truth about the ancient Allagan civilization. The anthropogeographer Rammbroes is the leader of this endeavor. If you've a mind to stay awhile, it might behoove you to speak with him sooner rather than later.