Author Archives: Keishinrei

Drunken Stag needs someone to retrieve the raw Nashachite he dropped outside the mines.

Drunken Stag: The “product” you heard Dadanen going on about is a valuable gemstone known as raw Nashachite. I managed to dig up a goodly amount just before the mines were closed off, actually.
Drunken Stag: Packed it up and hauled it out, even. But then them Twelve-damned coblyns came along. Not like any coblyns I’d seen before, and hungry only for the good rocks. They had eyes for my gemstones, so I had no choice but to oblige.
Drunken Stag: The Stone Torches had their hands full evacuating the mines, so they ignored the beasts. Even now, they’re only concerned with keeping people out. Please, friend, if you’re willing to face the coblyns, would you bring me my Nashachite?

Drunken Stag: How did you fare, friend? Did you find the raw Nashachite?
Drunken Stag: Beautiful, isn’t it? Rarer than many stones, and more expensive than most. They say the green is the same as the eyes of Nanasha Ul Nasha, who once ruled as the sultana.
Drunken Stag: This should save Dadanen from his troubles…if there’s enough left. There’s far less here than what I found. I reckon those coblyns made a meal of the stuff. Bloody waste…

Baderon, the proprietor of the Drowning Wench, has a suggestion to put you on the road towards new adventures.

Baderon: ‘Ow do ye fare, Meredith? Rested and ready to expand yer ‘orizons?
Baderon: Well, then, I’ve an idea o’ where ye might try ‘eadin’ next. ‘Ave ye ‘eard o’ the Skylift out in middle La Noscea?
Baderon: If ye’ve ever visited Woad Whisper Canyon, then ye must’ve been up and down the thing at least once. It’s that big bleedin’ scaffoldin’ attached to the Descent.
Baderon: Ye’ve likely seen the lads and lasses out there usin’ it to ‘aul cargo up the cliff face. ‘Ard labor, that, and I ‘ear they could use an enterprisin’ soul to pick up the odd jobs what no other bugger ‘as time to deal with.
Baderon: Track down the ‘ead o’ the operation─bloke by the name o’ Wyrkrhit─and ‘e’ll be sure to put ye to work on a task or two.

Wyrkrhit: Baderon sent ye out here, did he? Then consider yerself welcome at the Skylift.
Wyrkrhit: Look at that bloody cliff, will ye? One blast o’ fiery hell from that huge dragon was all it took to split the ground in half.
Wyrkrhit: Cargo still needs to get through, though, so this mess o’ wood an’ pulleys was our solution to the problem.
Wyrkrhit: Well, one of ’em, at least. If the gods were kind─an’ they ain’t─I’d have about a dozen more workers to handle me growin’ list o’ headaches…

Keitha, the head wrangler at Bentbranch Meadows, appears most distraught. See if there is anything you can do.

Keitha: Seven hells! Some bastard Qiqirn has gone and broken one of me chocobo eggs!
Keitha: The filthy little thief was busy lootin’ the barn when a guard startled it, promptin’ the damn thing to drop the egg it was clutchin’ and run. Some of the lads gave chase, bless ’em, but when three more of the vermin appeared, me lot had no choice but to turn back.
Keitha: Somethin’ has to be done about those Qiqirn…
Would you mind headin’ over to the Matron’s Lethe and havin’ a word with a soldier named Roseline for me? The ratmen nest in her neck of the woods, see… She’ll know what to do.

Roseline: You’re here on Keitha’s behalf? Hm? I see. Broke one of her eggs, you say? And there were four of the creatures?
Roseline: The Qiqirn are a nuisance at the best of times, but we must now add trespass and chocobo murder to their list of transgressions… They have forced our hand. Our retribution must needs be swift and decisive.
Roseline: And who better than you to deliver it, adventurer? Find the lair to the west of here and make an example of exactly four Qiqirn scramblers. We can send no clearer message.

Roseline: The deed is done? Good. A grim task, but a necessary one.
Roseline: You have shown them the folly of inciting the wrath of those who consort with adventurers. Perhaps now the Qiqirn will think twice before giving in to their larcenous proclivities.

Dadanen would like you to deliver a message to Copperbell Mines.

Dadanen: It so happens that I’ve a situation that must be resolved posthaste─and I do mean posthaste.
Dadanen: I’m plumb out of premium product, and my latest order has yet to arrive! If I keep my customers waiting any longer, this could irrevocably damage my reputation!
Dadanen: What’s worse, I paid my man in advance for his services. Despite his assurances that it would be a simple affair, I’ve heard nothing since he departed for Copperbell Mines days ago.
Dadanen: Find Drunken Stag and give him this notice. I cannot afford any further delay.

Drunken Stag: What do you want? Hm? Dadanen’s product?
Drunken Stag: He can send all the notices he likes, but it won’t change a thing.
Drunken Stag: The Concern has closed the mines due to some incident in the depths.
Drunken Stag: It’s a godsdamned shame too─lost a decent haul just over yonder during all the chaos…