ffxiv-datamining/csv/quest/009/GaiUsc005_00942.csv

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4	0	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_SEQ_00	Ser Liautroix has heard of your growing repute and wishes to engage you.
5	1	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_SEQ_01	Ser Liautroix has it in his mind to repair the outpost's bell, the very same that serves as the sigil of House Durendaire. To this end, the dragoons must be persuaded to hand over their discarded weapons.
6	2	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_SEQ_02	No persuasion proves necessary, for the fighting men and women of the Front are all eager to see their bell restored to its former glory. You hope that Tuatkk the smith will feel as they do, especially when he sees the arms you have collected.
7	3	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_SEQ_03	It must be your nameday for everyone to fall in so eagerly with your requests. Tuatkk promises to begin work before the <If(LessThan(PlayerParameter(11),12))><If(LessThan(PlayerParameter(11),4))>evening stars clamber much farther over the horizon<Else/>morning mist is gone</If><Else/><If(LessThan(PlayerParameter(11),17))>day grows riper<Else/>evening stars clamber much farther over the horizon</If></If>. Ser Liautroix will want to know the good news as soon as possible.
8	4	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_SEQ_04	Ser Liautroix is moved to discover that others are with him in this endeavor. Cold are the winds that blow on the Front, and from a green recruit to a seasoned smith, all who dwell there must hold fast to one another...
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28	24	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_TODO_00	Collect discarded weapons.
29	25	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_TODO_01	Give the weapons to Tuatkk.
30	26	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_TODO_02	Report to Liautroix.
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52	48	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_LIAUTROIX_000_000	Long has this bell marked the time at our keep, but as you can see, it was ill used by dragons and has been silent since.
53	49	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_LIAUTROIX_000_001	Others of this keep have naught but praise for your work, adventurer. I wonder if you are the ideal confederate for this enterprise... Will you assist me in repairing the bell?
54	50	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_LIAUTROIX_000_002	We need a goodly amount of metal, and arms damaged in battle are in plentiful supply. Yet, 'twould not do for one dragoon to ask another for his arms. Will you collect them and take them around to Tuatkk the smith?
55	51	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_BENEDICT_000_010	You want what? Oh, to repair the bell! I cannot well recall its peal─I was still falling off chocobos when the dragons cleft it thus. Here, will this do?
56	52	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_IGNEMORTEL_000_020	Ha, repairs are to finally move forward! Metal hither, metal thither! Take it, take it away and let the anvil ring!
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63	59	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_TUATKK_000_030	You seek a smith? What can I do for you?
64	60	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_TUATKK_000_040	Repair the bell? Ah! A worthy endeavor, 'specially with such a shadow as this over Whitebrim Front. A dragoon must needs see and hear what <If(PlayerParameter(4))>she<Else/>he</If> fights for, or the heart'll go out of <If(PlayerParameter(4))>her<Else/>him</If>.
65	61	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_TUATKK_000_041	There's more than enough metal here to cast a new clapper and make the other repairs. I'll start as soon as I'm done hammering out this breastplate. Tell Ser Liautroix that we'll make this place ring, will you?
66	62	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_LIAUTROIX_000_050	Tuatkk said this? The Fury bless him, to see it as I do!
67	63	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_LIAUTROIX_000_051	Ishgard is at war, and we hoard our resources with an almost...Dravanian avidity. All must fuel the crusade, while removing as little from the battlefield as possible.
68	64	TEXT_GAIUSC005_00942_LIAUTROIX_000_052	We at Whitebrim Front live between the anvil of winter and the hammer of the dragons. We have been tested much, and not found wanting, I believe. This is our keep and our home─it must have a measure of beauty, else it becomes a gaol.