ffxiv-datamining/csv/custom/005/RegNor4Gatetown_00591.csv

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4	0	TEXT_REGNOR4GATETOWN_00591_THYTH_000_000	...Ugh, this place has a stink to it, eh? I've not been here long myself, but I can help you get the lay of the land if you want, newcomer.
5	1	TEXT_REGNOR4GATETOWN_00591_Q1_000_000	What will you ask?
6	2	TEXT_REGNOR4GATETOWN_00591_A1_000_001	What do you do here?
7	3	TEXT_REGNOR4GATETOWN_00591_A1_000_002	What kind of place is this?
8	4	TEXT_REGNOR4GATETOWN_00591_A1_000_003	Nothing.
9	5	TEXT_REGNOR4GATETOWN_00591_THYTH_000_010	Much the same as everyone else, I s'pose─just tryin' to survive. Used to be a fisherman, but then I got it into my head that Eulmore was the place for me. No more shiverin' on a boat, or scalin' fish in a shack, no sir.
10	6	TEXT_REGNOR4GATETOWN_00591_THYTH_000_011	Wasn't long afore I realized my fishin' skills weren't exactly in high demand. Still, Gatetown ain't so bad...not once you learn to ignore the smell, anyroad.
11	7	TEXT_REGNOR4GATETOWN_00591_THYTH_000_012	Aye, I've no desire to go back to where I was. When I left, I cut ties with everything─my home, my family, all of it. I'm content to live on leavings from Eulmore's tables, and await my chance to seize the good life.
12	8	TEXT_REGNOR4GATETOWN_00591_THYTH_000_020	What? Gatetown? It's a place to feed on the scraps what fall on your face as you look up and hope and dream.
13	9	TEXT_REGNOR4GATETOWN_00591_THYTH_000_021	At least with Lord Vauthry in charge, we've naught to fear from the eaters. And you can't hardly complain when they hand out food and ask for naught in return!
14	10	TEXT_REGNOR4GATETOWN_00591_THYTH_000_022	Once you're chosen, though, ah... They say it's like livin' in a whole 'nother world. You just need to polish a skill, and get yourself noticed by a free citizen. One day, my friend, one day!
15	11	TEXT_REGNOR4GATETOWN_00591_THYTH_000_023	Though as it happens, I hear them scraps weren't just some kind of fancy bread. They say we've been eatin' <Emphasis>eaters</Emphasis>. Ugh, when I think of how much meol I've wolfed down, it makes me sick to my stomach.
16	12	TEXT_REGNOR4GATETOWN_00591_THYTH_000_024	Then there's what happened down here, when things was going to pieces up there. All the old guard started muttering nonsense at the same bloody time, like they was caught under some sort of spell. Not sure what to make of that...