Baderon, proprietor of the Drowning Wench, wants you to lend a hand at Summerford Farms.
Baderon: Still in Limsa, are ye, Meredith? ‘Ow’d ye fancy a trip outside the city walls?
Baderon: I’d like ye to visit an orchard by the name o’ Summerford Farms. Ever ‘eard o’ the place? The owner, Staelwyrn, is an old mate o’ mine.
Baderon: ‘E’s got ‘imself a crew o’ mostly reformed pirate types, if ye can believe that, and ‘as been tryin’ to bring a bit o’ life back to the fields after the Calamity ruined the soil. ‘E mentioned needin’ another ‘and or two, and yer name sprang to mind.
Baderon: I gave ye a glowin’ recommendation, so make sure ye work ‘ard and impress the old bastard. Ye need directions? The place ain’t ‘ard to find: just take the Zephyr Gate out o’ the city, and follow the road northeast.
Staelwyrn: Ah, you must be the adventurer Baderon promised to send along. Meredith Croix, wasn’t it?
Staelwyrn: You honored his word, so that’s a good start. I’m Staelwyrn, the “old bastard,” as Baderon likely described me, and this here is my humble orchard.
Staelwyrn: A good number of the lads and lasses workin’ here once terrorized the high seas. And if you’re wonderin’ why I employ these scrags, well, they used to crew my pirate ship.
Staelwyrn: But the Calamity did for our ship, like it did so many others, and I was sore wounded into the bargain.
Staelwyrn: I had to feed myself and my crew somehow, and Admiral Merlwyb’s initiative to get us landlocked buccaneers workin’ the fields seemed too fine an offer to refuse.
Staelwyrn: Well, it turns out you can take the pirate away from the sea, but you can’t take the sea away from the pirate. A lot of my blokes just never took to tendin’ the soil, you see.
Staelwyrn: And unfortunately, the botanists I called in to train ’em have been wringin’ their hands in black despair. With so much work pilin’ up, I need a tougher soul like you to step in and help where it’s needed.
Keishinrei 