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4	0	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_SEQ_00	Granson is eager to take to the road.
5	1	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_SEQ_01	Granson knows better than to simply venture out into the wilds of Norvrandt without any inkling of where to search for his prey. Thus he would have you travel to the village of Wright on Kholusia, a humble settlement that was once attacked by Dikaiosyne, that you might gather information to aid you in your hunt.
6	2	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_SEQ_02	The bounty hunter seems to possess a connection to the village, though he refrains from elaborating for the present. For now, you are to split up and question the residents of Wright in an effort to learn more about your quarry.
7	3	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_SEQ_03	Regrettably, the villagers with whom you speak are reluctant to discuss the fateful day which haunts them still. In light of this, it seems rather unlikely that Granson will have obtained any information of value...
8	4	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_SEQ_04	Although Granson's inquiries were equally unproductive, he is at least finally willing to reveal his connection to the village─his village, it would seem. A year ago, he was still a humble game hunter living happily with his bride-to-be, a goldsmith who had been hard at work restoring an antique bracelet. Alas, when he returned from the shipyards with supplies for her work, he found the village in disarray, for Dikaiosyne had come and set about killing and corrupting all who crossed his path─including Milinda, Granson's beloved, who was transformed into a sin eater before his very eyes. Afterwards, Dikaiosyne wordlessly scooped up the antique bracelet and quit the village with his horde of eater followers, but not before the hunter was forced to put Milinda out of her misery. It was this tragedy which set Granson on the path he now walks, for only by taking his revenge on the eater which destroyed his life will his soul ever know peace. ※The next role quest will be available from Granson upon reaching level 74 in any tank class.
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28	24	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_TODO_00	Rendezvous with Granson in Kholusia.
29	25	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_TODO_01	Question the residents of Wright.
30	26	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_TODO_02	Speak with Granson.
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52	48	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_001	All set to embark on our great hunt, <Split(<Highlight>ObjectParameter(1)</Highlight>, ,1)/>?
53	49	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_002	Then let us be about it!
54	50	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_003	Before you ask, I've no intention of leading us out into the wilds without even an inkling of Dikaiosyne's whereabouts. Norvrandt may not be a particularly large realm─even before the Flood─but it'd take us a dozen lifetimes to scour every nook and cranny.
55	51	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_004	So we'll start by asking around a place I know for a fact Dikaiosyne has attacked before. The village of Wright, on Kholusia.
56	52	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_005	While I don't have reason to believe he will return, I'd like to think that the survivors might know something of value. After all, you can be sure that they haven't forgotten the day the bastard came through...
57	53	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_006	So let us be off, then!
58	54	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_050	Welcome to Wright. I reckon it might not seem like much to you, but to me...
59	55	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_051	Never mind. We'll save that conversation for after. Tracking down Dikaiosyne is what matters right now.
60	56	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_052	Let's split up and ask after the bastard. Better odds of turning up useful information that way, I'd wager.
61	57	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_DISGUSTINGVILLAGER03244_000_100	Huh? Where did you come from? And what do you want with me?
62	58	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_DISGUSTINGVILLAGER03244_000_101	Dikaiosyne? That thrice-damned eater that's the spitting image of a Galdjent knight? That Dikaiosyne?
63	59	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_DISGUSTINGVILLAGER03244_000_102	I...I can't help you. All I know is that when he came, he... Wicked white, if you had seen the carnage, you would... I'm sorry. I can't talk about this.
64	60	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_SCAREDVILLAGER03244_000_103	Ahh! What, what, what? What do you want with me!?
65	61	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_SCAREDVILLAGER03244_000_104	The sin eater? The one that came and killed everyone!? Oh gods, is he here!?
66	62	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_SCAREDVILLAGER03244_000_105	Then why are you talking about him? Ohh, I knew I should've stayed inside. There's nothing but death out here now. Death and horror and eaters and... Gaaah! Gaaaaaah!
67	63	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_110	Come and find me after you've finished your inquiries. It's not a big village, so you shouldn't have any trouble.
68	64	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_DISGUSTINGVILLAGER03244_000_115	I said I can't talk about this! What's wrong with you, thinking you can just waltz into people's lives and poke at their scars? It's not right!
69	65	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_SCAREDVILLAGER03244_000_120	I thought I could do it. I thought it had been long enough, that I could go out and not see him lurking in every shadow, waiting to turn me like he did everyone else. Gods, I'm such a fool...
70	66	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_150	Well? Learn anything worth sharing?
71	67	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_151	I wish I could say I'm surprised, but I'm not. What we saw that day...what he did to us... <sigh> There's no moving on from that.
72	68	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_Q1_000_000	What will you say?
73	69	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_A1_000_001	What exactly happened here?
74	70	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_A1_000_002	What's your connection to this village?
75	71	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_153	Well, I was planning to tell you the whole story eventually, but I suppose now is as good a time as any...
76	72	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_154	I was born and raised in Wright. Lacking any real prospects, I eked out a living as a hunter. Might've tried my hand at something more exciting had I not also been trying to provide for the love of my life, Milinda...
77	73	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_155	Was about a year ago that she accepted a commission from this Eulmoran trader─bloke dealt mostly in antiques, and he had this bracelet in need of restoration.
78	74	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_156	Bloody old with a questionable provenance, but supposedly it once belonged to royalty or some such. The Fangs of Orthus, he called it.
79	75	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_157	Me and her'd been talking about tying the proverbial knot─buying land, building a home, that sort of thing. Around here that might not take much, but it was still a lot more than we had, so when the trader made his offer, she didn't hesitate to say yes.
80	76	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_158	I'd gone down to the shipyards to pick up extra tools and materials she needed for the work. Quality stuff, but it'd pay for itself ten times over. But when I got back to Wright...
81	77	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_159	Dikaiosyne had been busy. I spied at least a dozen newborn eaters fluttering about, trying to make sense of their new lot.
82	78	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_160	The grandmother who lived next door and shared the fruits of her orchard with us. The gruff woodsman who'd brought firewood to our doorstep in the dead of winter. Both of them reduced to mindless fiends, just like that.
83	79	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_161	There wasn't time to mourn or to think. I started looking for Milinda...
84	80	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_162	And then there she was─alive and well. Our eyes met, and we knew it was going to be all right. We ran for each other, and...
85	81	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_163	...Even now, a year later, it doesn't feel real. One moment she was there─<Emphasis>right there</Emphasis>, in front of me, and the next, she was...
86	82	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_164	Dikaiosyne knelt and took the Fangs of Orthus, then left, leading a host of sin eaters out of Wright.
87	83	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_165	But Milinda─I still couldn't see her as anything else─she wouldn't budge. She just hovered there and stared, waiting for me to...to...
88	84	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_166	...To end it.
89	85	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_167	Well. I could never say no to her. Not once in the years we'd been together.
90	86	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_168	For all the times she'd welcomed me home with a bowl of hot stew... All the times she laughed at my crude jokes and gave me counsel when I was losing my way...
91	87	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_169	For all that and more...I killed her.
92	88	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_170	I swore then and there I'd have my vengeance. Dikaiosyne would die by my hand!
93	89	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_171	I carved the scars in my flesh to mirror the ones he left on my soul. An enduring reminder of the vow that I never dare stray from the path.
94	90	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_172	...There. All done. No need to wallow in it. Wouldn't want my tragic yet trite tale to put you off our hunt. Still with me to the end, sinner?
95	91	TEXT_LUCKBA111_03244_GRANSON_000_173	That's the spirit. Still, I've some unfinished business here, so if you could give me a moment before we resume, I would be most grateful.