ffxiv-datamining/csv/custom/006/RegNor4Eulmore2_00609.csv

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4	0	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_000	Hm? Did you need something?
5	1	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_001	Long live Lord Vauthry! Ha! Ha! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!
6	2	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_Q1_000_000	What will you ask?
7	3	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_A1_000_001	What do you do here?
8	4	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_A1_000_002	What kind of place is this?
9	5	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_A1_000_003	Nothing.
10	6	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_010	Oh, I've lived here for ages. Ten years, at least. It was my mother who brought me─though she's dead now, of course.
11	7	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_011	It's funny... I ought to feel sad, to think of her, but I don't. Don't feel much of anything anymore, really. I suppose there's not much point to it. I have nothing. Nothing to love, nothing to hope for─so why bother?
12	8	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_012	I know I'll never get up there, to Eulmore proper. I'll live here, stealing their scraps, and then I'll die here. That's all.
13	9	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_013	Heh heh...
14	10	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_020	It's called the Derelicts─after those hulking shipwrecks from the Flood, I suppose, though these days, there's nothing in the whole bleeding place that the name doesn't apply to.
15	11	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_021	The buildings, the paths, the people─all forsaken, just sitting here and waiting to rot. Oh, we survive, I suppose...like maggots in a corse, feeding on whatever carrion we scrounge from the city. But live? No.
16	12	TEXT_REGNOR4EULMORE2_00609_NUNSILUE_000_022	Long live he, and only he! HAHAHA!