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Merlwyb wishes to entrust you with an important task.

Merlwyb: The duty I have in mind for you requires some explanation. I do hope you have not made other plans. To business, then.
Merlwyb: I have penned a letter to each of my counterparts in the Eorzean Alliance.
Merlwyb: The Battle of Carteneau and the Calamity that followed claimed countless lives.
Merlwyb: It has been five years since those of us who were spared dragged ourselves from the ashes to look upon an Eorzea we scarcely knew… Five years, and yet the people still suffer.
Merlwyb: Their lives are fraught with worry and hardship, and the Warriors of Light who might once have given them hope are gone.
Merlwyb: Yet we must press on regardless. We will never truly do so, however, till we have faced our past.
Merlwyb: To that end, I am proposing that a memorial service be held in each of the city-states on the fifth anniversary of the Battle of Carteneau.
Merlwyb: These letters contain the details of said proposal.
Merlwyb: And I would have you deliver them to our allies as my personal envoy.
Merlwyb: You have proven yourself a staunch and able ally to Limsa, but that is not my only reason for choosing you. No. I choose you because you possess a quality which puts me in mind of history’s champions. A quality I feared lost. Say that you will perform this duty.
Merlwyb: I knew you would not disappoint me.
Merlwyb: This task shall take you far from the borders of our nation, to the city-states of Gridania and Ul’dah.
Merlwyb: A grueling journey, to be sure…were you to travel by sea and land. But I mean to have you take to the skies.
Merlwyb: An airship pass, to be used at your discretion.
Merlwyb: Airships bound for the nations of our allies leave from the landing connected to the Bridge. But before you depart, I suggest you trouble Baderon for a few pearls of wisdom regarding each of your destinations. The old bastard is nothing if not well traveled.
Merlwyb: ‘Tis a pity I cannot issue such passes with a freer hand, as I did in more peaceful times, when berths were not so limited. But in these times of war, every craft we commit to the clouds risks drawing the eye of the Empire, and every voyage must needs be born of necessity.
Merlwyb: Lest you doubt, I consider your place well deserved.
Merlwyb: Nor am I alone in that opinion. There were other parties who would see you granted the privilege of air travel.
Merlwyb: Aye, Meredith, your deeds do not go unnoticed.
Merlwyb: Full many see great promise in you. But I have flattered you enough.
Merlwyb: On behalf of Limsa Lominsa and her people, I bid you go forth, adventurer.
Merlwyb: Discover the realm for which so many have fought and died.
Merlwyb: Wonder and danger await you in equal measure, but turn not from either. Only by braving the unknown will you achieve the greatness of which you are surely capable.
Merlwyb: The light of the Crystal guides you, and I wager that your destiny will be no small thing.

Baderon: Back from yer meetin’ with the Admiral, are ye?
Baderon: Personal bleedin’ envoy!?
Baderon: So ye’ll be carryin’ the word o’ the Admiral ‘erself to the leaders o’ the Alliance!?
Baderon: Bugger me… I knew ye was goin’ up in the world, but I didn’t realize ye’d got that bloody ‘igh!
Baderon: I’m proud o’ ye, lass! Thinkin’ of ‘ow far ye’ve come…why, ’tis enough to bring a tear to me eye! An’ that ain’t the ale talkin’, neither─well, not just the ale, at any rate…
Baderon: Bless the Navigator fer steerin’ ye my way.
Baderon: ‘Course, this is only the start! Now ye’ve got yer ‘ands on an airship pass, the ‘ole of Eorzea’s laid out before ye, like a fair maid on a feather bed!
Baderon: An’ she’s a big girl, too, with plenty of enticin’ nooks an’ crannies!
Baderon: If ye think us Lominsans are characters, just wait till ye cross paths with the grim forest dwellers o’ Gridania, or trade coins with the crafty merchants of Ul’dah.
Baderon: An’ then there’s the wild places where the beasties rule, an’ no bugger with an onze o’ sense sets foot…
Baderon: But yer a ‘venturer, so I wouldn’t let a little thing like that ‘old ye back.
Baderon: ‘Course, it ain’t all explorin’ an’ excitement.
Baderon: There’s an ‘eap o’ troubles what plagues every nation, see─’tain’t just ours. I’m talkin’ intrigue an’ infightin’, beastmen an’ their godsdamned primals─aye, there’s an ugly side to life, an’ sooner or later, yer bound to walk into it.
Baderon: …But I’ll wager there’s bugger all out there as you can’t ‘andle. Summat tells me yer goin’ to be just fine.
Baderon: The realm’s ‘ad it rough, ’tis true, but folk’re beginnin’ to recover from the beatin’ the Calamity dealt ’em. Call me an ‘opeless optimist, but it wouldn’t take much to turn things ’round.
Baderon: ‘Tis the perfect time fer a ‘venturer like yerself to get out there an’ make a difference!
…Well, what are ye waitin’ fer!?

L’nophlo: Greetings, madam. This is the counter for passengers traveling to Gridania.
L’nophlo: …Wait, aren’t you that famous adventurer? It’s Meredith Croix, isn’t it? I thought I recognized you! You are an inspiration to us all, madam! Highwind Skyways is at your disposal! Will you be traveling with us today?
Airship Attendant: Attention, all passengers: the airship bound for Gridania is about to depart. Please make your way to the boarding gate.

Baderon: Good fortune to ye, Meredith.
Baderon: The day’ll come when yer name means the same as “’ero” to the folk o’ this realm.
Baderon: May ye walk in the light o’ the Crystal…

???: Eorzea… A blighted realm, riddled with false gods…
???: Twice now it has eluded the Empire’s grasp.
???: For all the destruction it wrought, even Meteor, the Great Sin, failed to yield us control over it.
???: And for this failure, the realm has sunk deeper into depravity.
???: It is twisted beyond all reckoning─rotten nigh to the core.
???: Yet it must be saved.
???: Only Garlean rule can bring order to Eorzea. It falls to us to deliver the misguided masses from their ignorance.
All: We are of one mind, Lord van Baelsar.

Midlander Engineer: Hey. Is the legatus really planning to take another tilt at Eorzea?
Highlander Engineer: Eh!? What hole have you been hiding in? We’re in the midst of preparing for a new campaign, and a huge one at that!
Midlander Engineer: But…I thought the Emperor had given up the western lands for lost after Carteneau. What could the legatus possibly hope to gain by acting alone?
???: I sense you harbor certain doubts over the wisdom of the legatus’s plan.
Midlander Engineer: M-My lord!
Nero tol Scaeva: Please, call me Nero. Tell me, where were you born?
Highlander Engineer: Othard, milord!
Midlander Engineer: Ala Mhigo, my lord!
Nero tol Scaeva: Ah, Codename Hummingway, I presume?
Midlander Engineer: I-I don’t know what you─
Nero tol Scaeva: Silence. Your denials will not change your fate.
Nero tol Scaeva: I assure you─Frumentarium sees all.
Midlander Engineer: Argh…
Nero tol Scaeva: Clean up this mess. And do not miss any, or I shall be most displeased.
Highlander Engineer: A-At once, milord!
Nero tol Scaeva: Garlond… Soon you will be made to know the true power of magitek.

Arrivals Attendant: Ah, you must be the envoy from Limsa Lominsa. Welcome to Gridania, madam. The Elder Seedseer awaits your arrival.
Serpent Honor Guard: Greetings, good madam.
Serpent Honor Guard: You are the Lominsan envoy, are you not? I have received instructions to assist you.
Serpent Honor Guard: Pray make your way into the city proper, and identify yourself to the conjurer at Nophica’s Altar. She will admit you to the Lotus Stand, where the Elder Seedseer awaits.

Silent Conjurer: You are the Lominsan envoy? Begging your pardons, madam, but might I inspect the missive you bear?
Silent Conjurer: Verily, this is the seal of the Admiral of Limsa Lominsa. Please come with me.

Kan-E-Senna: So you are the Lominsan envoy.
Kan-E-Senna: And an adventurer besides. The realm owes much to you and yours.
Kan-E-Senna: On behalf of our fair nation, I bid you welcome.
Kan-E-Senna: Please.
Kan-E-Senna: Allow me to introduce myself.
Kan-E-Senna: I am Kan-E-Senna, Elder Seedseer of Gridania, and leader of the Order of the Twin Adder, our nation’s Grand Company.
Kan-E-Senna: I understand you bear a message from the Admiral.
Kan-E-Senna: A remembrance service for the fallen of Carteneau…
Kan-E-Senna: To think that five years have already come and gone…
Kan-E-Senna: It seems like only yesterday that the Garlean Empire attempted to seize all that we hold dear.
Kan-E-Senna: Rising in resistance, the city-states of Eorzea formed the Grand Companies, and joined hands in alliance.
Kan-E-Senna: But unbeknown to us, the Garleans sought not to best us in battle, but moved instead to enact a terrible plot: the Meteor project, by which the lesser moon, Dalamud, would be torn down from the heavens to annihilate all life below.
Kan-E-Senna: In a desperate bid to save the realm from certain destruction, our forces marched for the Carteneau Flats, and there met the VIIth Imperial Legion.
Kan-E-Senna: More bloody a battle I have never seen, and would never wish to see again. Yet the carnage was but a prelude to the atrocity which followed.
Kan-E-Senna: For despite our best efforts, Dalamud continued its descent, and from it emerged the elder primal Bahamut, who proceeded to rain fire upon Eorzea.
Kan-E-Senna: The VIIth Imperial Legion was consumed in the blinking of an eye, while our own forces fared little better…
Kan-E-Senna: That any among us were spared defies explanation. All seemed sure to perish.
Kan-E-Senna: As the flames converged upon us, I prepared myself for death…only for a brilliant light to envelop me, relieving me of my senses.
Kan-E-Senna: When at last I awoke, Bahamut was gone, and the land, which had but moments before been aflame, now seemed to me a place unknown─not simply ruined…but changed.
Kan-E-Senna: Archon Louisoix may well have been able to shed light upon these mysteries, but he, like so many, never returned from Carteneau.
Kan-E-Senna: And so we were left with countless questions, and no prospect of an answer. Yet such matters did not long occupy our thoughts, for we had far graver concerns.
Kan-E-Senna: The Calamity, as the devastation wrought by Bahamut has come to be known, laid our nations nigh to waste, and to this day we struggle to rebuild our lives and homes.
Kan-E-Senna: To compound matters, the beast tribes continue to summon their primals, while the Empire encroaches upon our borders, consolidating its foothold in Eorzea. The outlook, in short, is bleak.
Kan-E-Senna: In the wake of the Calamity, it has been all each nation could do to nurse its own wounds.
Kan-E-Senna: Yet if we are to weather the coming storm, we must needs stand united once more. A remembrance service may well present an opportunity to rekindle the spirit of unity which first gave rise to the Alliance.
Kan-E-Senna: I wholeheartedly approve of the Admiral’s proposal. The necessary provisions shall be made for a service here in Gridania.
Kan-E-Senna: You have done the people of Eorzea a fine service this day, and I would not put you to further trouble. I shall see that my reply reaches the Admiral anon.
Kan-E-Senna: You, meanwhile, are bound next for Ul’dah, are you not?
Kan-E-Senna: Please send the Flame General my regards. Ah, and if you would be so kind, I should appreciate it if you would inform him that a pet of mine has been ill behaved of late─my wolf, to be precise. Needless to say, he must be brought to heel, and I would very much welcome the General’s counsel on how this might be achieved.
Kan-E-Senna: I thank you for coming. May the Twelve see you safe to Ul’dah and beyond.

Lionnellais: Greetings, madam. This is the counter for passengers traveling to Ul’dah.
Lionnellais: Oh, are you not Meredith Croix, the Lominsan envoy? On behalf of all at Highwind Skyways, may I say what an honor it is to serve you! Will you be flying with us today?

Arrivals Attendant: Ah, you must be the envoy from Limsa Lominsa! Welcome to Ul’dah, madam. The Flame General awaits your arrival.
Flame Honor Guard: Welcome to Ul’dah, madam. We have been expecting you.
Flame Honor Guard: Flame General Raubahn will receive you in the Fragrant Chamber. Please take the lift down to the Hustings Strip and speak with Bartholomew at the Royal Promenade.

Bartholomew: The Lominsan envoy, I presume? Would you be so good as to allow me to inspect the missive you bear, madam? My thanks.
Bartholomew: Ah yes, the Admiral’s seal. Please proceed.

Raubahn: Ah, a guest from Limsa. I thought I smelled stale ale.
Raubahn: I won’t hold it against you. If you’re half the warrior Merlwyb says, ’tis a wonder you don’t reek of dead Sahagin.
Raubahn: Welcome to the sultanate of Ul’dah. I am Raubahn Aldynn, General of the Immortal Flames.
Raubahn: But you did not come all this way to trade formalities.
Raubahn: …Carteneau. Aye, I remember bloody Carteneau.
Raubahn: Do you know what happened that day, adventurer? When we took the field against the Garleans?
Raubahn: So my counterparts have educated you.
Raubahn: Hm? Kan-E’s pet is giving her trouble, is it? Well, she should already know my mind on that subject.
Raubahn: Wolves are beyond taming. ‘Tis but a matter of time before they bare their teeth.
Raubahn: So it was with the Garleans, fifty years ago.
Raubahn: No sooner had they learned how to use magitek than they began seizing territory from their neighbors.
Raubahn: Led by then legatus Solus zos Galvus, they swiftly brought the other nations of Ilsabard to heel. And so the legatus became an emperor, and his republic an empire…
Raubahn: An empire which then set its sights upon Eorzea.
Eline Roaille: But the conquering emperor is now an old man of four score winters. His health is failing, and he has no clear successor. Like as not, this is why the Garleans have been quiet of late.
Raubahn: But the XIVth Imperial Legion is still entrenched within our borders.
Raubahn: And their commander, Legatus Gaius van Baelsar, has long harbored ambitions of conquest.
Raubahn: Were he to strike now, I fear we would fall like so many others before us. And not only Ul’dah, but Gridania and Limsa Lominsa as well.
Raubahn: For the Calamity brought the lot of us to our knees, and we’ve yet to get up. We barely have the strength to stand against the beast tribes, never mind the primals they mean to summon.
Raubahn: We are a realm divided, adventurer. An alliance in name only.
Raubahn: But the wolf cares not for the plight of its prey.
Raubahn: The Garleans stir, and the Elder Seedseer would not let it go unnoticed.
Raubahn: All other concerns pale in comparison to the Empire─even the beast tribes and their bloody primals.
Raubahn: We must stand united once more, that much is clear. And if we’re to do so, we must remember the cause which last brought us together. Merlwyb will have her memorial.
Raubahn: We will honor the memory of the fallen. We will remind the people what their brothers and sisters fought and died for.
Eline Roaille: Shall I inform the sultana and the Syndicate?
Raubahn: I will speak with Her Grace myself.
Eline Roaille: Very good, sir.
Raubahn: The Admiral will have my reply anon.
Raubahn: My thanks to you, adventurer.

Kan–E–Senna would entrust you with a task of great import.

Kan-E-Senna: Thank you for hearing me out.
Kan-E-Senna: I have written a letter to my counterparts in the Eorzean Alliance.
Kan-E-Senna: The Battle of Carteneau and the Calamity that followed claimed countless souls, and left countless more bereft and alone. In the dark days that followed, many were the survivors who thought themselves less fortunate than the dead.
Kan-E-Senna: Five years have come and gone, but the land and the people still bear the wounds of the devastation.
Kan-E-Senna: Nor are we any closer to learning the fate of the Warriors of Light.
Kan-E-Senna: Yet so long as we live, never must we give up hope. We owe this to those who laid down their lives that we might behold another dawn.
Kan-E-Senna: In remembrance of them, a memorial service will soon be held upon the anniversary of the Battle of Carteneau. This missive bears the details of that service.
Kan-E-Senna: You graciously accepted the part of Emissary in the recent ceremony.
Kan-E-Senna: Should you be so willing, I would now make you my envoy, and have you bear my message to our allies.
Kan-E-Senna: Your dedication to the people of Gridania rouses fond memories in me, and I would choose no other for the role. Will you do me this favor?
Kan-E-Senna: Humbly, I thank you.
Kan-E-Senna: As you are no doubt aware, our partners in the Eorzean Alliance lie some considerable distance away. Nor are Ul’dah and Limsa Lominsa close to one another.
Kan-E-Senna: Yet fear not, for I have no intention of subjecting you, mine own newly anointed envoy, to a journey which would take weeks by land.
Kan-E-Senna: No, I mean for you to travel by air. Receive of me this airship pass. With it, you may make use of the skyways that connect the three city-states of the Alliance.
Kan-E-Senna: The airship landing is situated upon the lower floor of the Carline Canopy. Simply show your pass, and you will be admitted to the departure area. Before you embark upon your journey, however, you would do well to seek the worldly wisdom of Miounne. Few forestborn Gridanians know more of the lands beyond the Twelveswood than she.
Kan-E-Senna: In better times, airships were available for the convenience of one and all. Alas, the risk that our crafts may fall to imperial attack has forced a reduction in the number of flights.
Kan-E-Senna: Consequently, it has become necessary to restrict air travel only to those whose need is great. Such individuals may petition the relevant parties to be issued an airship pass. As you may have deduced, I myself am one such party.
Kan-E-Senna: …Yet I was not alone in desiring that you be granted the privilege of air travel.
Kan-E-Senna: Such is the potential you show.
Kan-E-Senna: We have no doubt but that you will reward our faith in you, Mortimer.
Kan-E-Senna: By the power vested in me, I bid you journey forth as my envoy into the great realm of Eorzea.
Kan-E-Senna: Walk her fields, brave her seas, and strive to know her better.
Kan-E-Senna: And wheresoever you go, go without fear, for the path shall ever be revealed to those who are true of heart.
Kan-E-Senna: Guided by the Crystal’s light, set forth, and discover your destiny.

Mother Miounne: ‘Tis good to see you up and about again, Mortimer. Tell me, did you pay the Elder Seedseer a visit as I bade?
Mother Miounne: Appointed personal envoy!?
Mother Miounne: And now you are to bear the Elder Seedseer’s missive to our allies…
Mother Miounne: Well! It seems you’ve made an impression on the great woman! I can’t argue with her judgment, though. You’ve earned this honor with tireless hard work, and anyone who says you don’t deserve it had better not do so in my hearing!
Mother Miounne: I find myself praising you often of late, but Mother is truly proud of you.
Mother Miounne: Short of a Warrior of Light, I can imagine no better adventurer to represent us─and that, my lad, is some compliment!
Mother Miounne: But I’ve flattered you enough for one day. And I don’t want your head to get too big, or you’ll struggle to lug it around the realm. Speaking of which, Eorzea is a big old place.
Mother Miounne: Now that you have an airship pass, you can really start to broaden your horizons. The sky’s quite literally the limit.
Mother Miounne: Even if your errand didn’t call for it, I would strongly suggest visiting the two other city-states of the Alliance before you go anywhere else. They are, of course, Limsa Lominsa, city of pirates, and Ul’dah, jewel of the desert.
Mother Miounne: Once you’ve acquainted yourself with them, you can turn your sights on whichever lesser-trodden region takes your fancy.
Mother Miounne: The Calamity changed the face of Eorzea, and much of her now lies in shadow, beyond man’s ken. It’s a veritable playground for a wide-eyed adventurer like your good self.
Mother Miounne: Mind you, it won’t all be fun and games.
Mother Miounne: Each nation faces its fair share of problems, from internal strife to conflict with the beast tribes and their primals. So don’t be too surprised if you find yourself embroiled in the odd unsavory situation on your travels.
Mother Miounne: But no matter what difficulties you encounter, I am confident that you will pull through, and emerge the stronger for the experience.
Mother Miounne: These are interesting times for Eorzea, Mortimer. It’s been five years now since the Calamity, but folk are finally beginning to look to the future.
Mother Miounne: A period of great change is upon us, and you have a part to play in it. And if that prospect doesn’t excite you, I don’t know what will!

Lionnellais: Greetings, good sir. This is the reservation counter for Limsa Lominsa-bound flights.
Lionnellais: Oh, are you not Mortimer Croix, the Elder Seedseer’s personal envoy? We at Highwind Skyways are honored to serve you! Will you be flying with us today?

Airship Attendant: Attention, all passengers: the airship bound for Limsa Lominsa is about to depart. Please make your way to the boarding gate.
Mother Miounne: Farewell, Mortimer.
Mother Miounne: One day, minstrels will sing of your deeds.
Mother Miounne: May you ever walk in the light of the Crystal.

???: Eorzea… A blighted realm, riddled with false gods…
???: Twice now it has eluded the Empire’s grasp.
???: For all the destruction it wrought, even Meteor, the Great Sin, failed to yield us control over it.
???: And for this failure, the realm has sunk deeper into depravity.
???: It is twisted beyond all reckoning─rotten nigh to the core.
???: Yet it must be saved.
???: Only Garlean rule can bring order to Eorzea. It falls to us to deliver the misguided masses from their ignorance.
All: We are of one mind, Lord van Baelsar.

Midlander Engineer: Hey. Is the legatus really planning to take another tilt at Eorzea?
Highlander Engineer: Eh!? What hole have you been hiding in? We’re in the midst of preparing for a new campaign, and a huge one at that!
Midlander Engineer: But…I thought the Emperor had given up the western lands for lost after Carteneau. What could the legatus possibly hope to gain by acting alone?
???: I sense you harbor certain doubts over the wisdom of the legatus’s plan.
Midlander Engineer: M-My lord!
Nero tol Scaeva: Please, call me Nero. Tell me, where were you born?
Highlander Engineer: Othard, milord!
Midlander Engineer: Ala Mhigo, my lord!
Nero tol Scaeva: Ah, Codename Hummingway, I presume?
Midlander Engineer: I-I don’t know what you─
Nero tol Scaeva: Silence. Your denials will not change your fate.
Nero tol Scaeva: I assure you─Frumentarium sees all.
Midlander Engineer: Argh…
Nero tol Scaeva: Clean up this mess. And do not miss any, or I shall be most displeased.
Highlander Engineer: A-At once, milord!
Nero tol Scaeva: Garlond… Soon you will be made to know the true power of magitek.

Arrivals Attendant: Ah, you must be the envoy from Gridania! Welcome to Limsa Lominsa, my lord. Admiral Bloefhiswyn awaits your arrival.

Storm Honor Guard: You are the Gridanian envoy? Welcome to Limsa Lominsa.
Storm Honor Guard: The Admiral has been looking forward to your arrival.
Storm Honor Guard: Please proceed to the Crow’s Lift at your earliest convenience. It will take you to Bulwark Hall.
Storm Honor Guard: Once there, pray speak with Zanthael. He will be pleased to show you in to the Admiral’s command room on the Bridge.

Zanthael: Greetings, sir, and welcome to our fair city. If you would permit me to examine the seal on the missive you carry…
Zanthael: Yes, everything seems to be in order. My apologies. We cannot afford to be complacent, you understand. Please, step this way.

???: Enter.
Merlwyb: I did not expect the Gridanian envoy to be an adventurer. It speaks highly of your character that the Elder Seedseer would choose an outsider to represent her nation’s interests.
Merlwyb: This way.
Merlwyb: I bid you welcome.
Merlwyb: I am Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn, Admiral of Limsa Lominsa, and commander of the Maelstrom.
Merlwyb: Now, what news from the Black Shroud?
Merlwyb: Hm. A memorial service to honor the fallen.
Merlwyb: Seven hells… Has it been five years?
Merlwyb: Five years since the Garlean Empire sought to wrest Eorzea from our grasp…
Merlwyb: It was in answer to the imperial threat that the city-states formed the Grand Companies, and forged the Eorzean Alliance anew. But Garlemald was not content to wager all on a simple contest of martial might. They had other plans─the Meteor project.
Merlwyb: Legatus Nael van Darnus─hells take him─intended to “cleanse” our realm by snatching the lesser moon, Dalamud, from the heavens and casting it down upon our heads. Desperate to prevent this lunatic scheme, we marched our forces to the Carteneau Flats and there met the VIIth Imperial Legion in battle.
Merlwyb: Never have I seen a fight like the Battle of Carteneau─and I have seen full many.
Merlwyb: But though we gave no quarter, spared not one onze of effort…we could not prevent what followed.
Merlwyb: From inside the shell of Dalamud came a winged nightmare─a dragon the size of a bloody city. ‘Twas the elder primal Bahamut, bent on making an eighth hell of Eorzea.
Merlwyb: In the space of a breath, the legions of the Empire were set aflame, while our own armies fared little better. ‘Twas as if the whole world was burning… Words cannot well describe the scene.
Merlwyb: And yet…by some miracle, a few among us were spared.
Merlwyb: Even as I steeled myself for death, a blinding white light enveloped me, robbing me of my senses.
Merlwyb: When I regained them, the dragon was gone, and the still-smoldering land was warped beyond all knowing.
Merlwyb: Were Archon Louisoix still with us, he would doubtless shed some light on these unfathomable happenings. Alas, he is not, and I fear we will want for his wisdom in the days to come.
Merlwyb: For while our nations struggle to recover from the devastation, the beastmen call forth their damned primals to torment us anew.
Merlwyb: Unless we put aside our differences and rebuild now, our foes will catch us unprepared.
Merlwyb: And I speak not only of the beastmen. Do not imagine that the Empire has forsaken its claim on Eorzea. The imperials crowd our borders, waiting to strike.
Merlwyb: Damn it all, we need champions to replace those we lost…
Merlwyb: But such thoughts are worse than worthless. Time is short, and none will save us, save ourselves. It is the duty of every soul who survived the Calamity to work together for the good of Eorzea…and this memorial service may be the very thing to unite us.
Merlwyb: Aye, Kan-E-Senna has the right of it. I accept her proposal.
Merlwyb: Your duty is done here, adventurer─I will see to it that the Elder Seedseer receives my reply.
Merlwyb: You travel next to Ul’dah, yes?
Merlwyb: Pray give my regards to General Raubahn. Oh, and tell him the wolf has been sniffing around the stables. A private jest─and one in poor taste─but I would have you tell it all the same.
Merlwyb: Fare you well, Mortimer. May the Navigator guide you on your journey.

L’nophlo: Greetings, sir. This is the counter for passengers traveling to Ul’dah.
L’nophlo: A pleasure to serve you again, sir. Are you ready to board the airship to Ul’dah?

Arrivals Attendant: Ah, you must be the envoy from Gridania! Welcome to Ul’dah, sir. The Flame General awaits your arrival.

Flame Honor Guard: Welcome to Ul’dah, sir. We have been expecting you.
Flame Honor Guard: Flame General Raubahn will receive you in the Fragrant Chamber. Please take the lift down to the Hustings Strip and speak with Bartholomew at the Royal Promenade.

Bartholomew: The Gridanian envoy, I presume? Would you be so good as to allow me to inspect the missive you bear, sir? My thanks.
Bartholomew: Ah yes, the seal of the Elder Seedseer. Please proceed.

Raubahn: Ah, a guest from Gridania. I thought I smelled leaf mold.
Raubahn: I won’t hold it against you. If you’re half the warrior Kan-E says, ’tis a wonder you don’t reek of dead Ixal.
Raubahn: Welcome to the sultanate of Ul’dah. I am Raubahn Aldynn, General of the Immortal Flames.
Raubahn: But you did not come all this way to trade formalities.
Raubahn: …Carteneau. Aye, I remember bloody Carteneau.
Raubahn: Do you know what happened that day, adventurer? When we took the field against the Garleans?
Raubahn: So my counterparts have educated you.
Raubahn: Hm? Oh. Trust Merlwyb to make light of our wolf problem. Woman always did have a black sense of humor.
Raubahn: Wolves are bloodthirsty beasts upon which one cannot turn one’s back. ‘Tis only a matter of time before they bite.
Raubahn: So it was with the Garleans, fifty years ago.
Raubahn: No sooner had they learned how to use magitek than they began seizing territory from their neighbors.
Raubahn: Led by then legatus Solus zos Galvus, they swiftly brought the other nations of Ilsabard to heel. And so the legatus became an emperor, and his republic an empire…
Raubahn: An empire which then set its sights upon Eorzea.
Eline Roaille: But the conquering emperor is now an old man of four score winters. His health is failing, and he has no clear successor. Like as not, this is why the Garleans have been quiet of late.
Raubahn: But the XIVth Imperial Legion is still entrenched within our borders.
Raubahn: And their commander, Legatus Gaius van Baelsar, has long harbored ambitions of conquest.
Raubahn: Were he to strike now, I fear we would fall like so many others before us. And not only Ul’dah, but Gridania and Limsa Lominsa as well.
Raubahn: For the Calamity brought the lot of us to our knees, and we’ve yet to get up. We barely have the strength to stand against the beast tribes, never mind the primals they mean to summon.
Raubahn: We are a realm divided, adventurer. An alliance in name only.
Raubahn: But the wolf cares not for the plight of its prey.
Raubahn: The Garleans stir, and the Admiral would not let it go unnoticed.
Raubahn: All other concerns pale in comparison to the Empire─even the beast tribes and their bloody primals.
Raubahn: We must stand united once more, that much is clear. And if we’re to do so, we must remember the cause which last brought us together. Kan-E will have her memorial.
Raubahn: We will honor the memory of the fallen. We will remind the people what their brothers and sisters fought and died for.
Eline Roaille: Shall I inform the sultana and the Syndicate?
Raubahn: I will speak with Her Grace myself.
Eline Roaille: Very good, sir.
Raubahn: The Elder Seedseer will have my reply anon.
Raubahn: My thanks to you, adventurer.

Momodi wants to see you off to the banquet.

Momodi: This is it, Marion─your big debut in Ul’dahn high society!
Momodi: The banquet is bein’ held in the Fragrant Chamber. Head over to the Royal Promenade and Bartholomew will show you in. Oh, but be sure to put on your earrin’s first, or he’ll send you packin’.
Momodi: Right, well, I reckon that’s everythin’. Try not to let all the pomp and ceremony get to you. Just be yourself and you’ll be fine!

Bartholomew: A banquet hosted by Her Grace the sultana is due to begin shortly. Attendance is by invitation only. Please make way for arriving guests.
Bartholomew: We are honored to receive you, milady. Please proceed inside.

Raubahn: All hail the sultana!
Raubahn: Your Grace.
Nanamo Ul Namo: Raubahn.
Nanamo Ul Namo: By right of the Royal House of Ul, I, Nanamo, seventeenth of my line, have summoned you here.
Nanamo Ul Namo: We are graced this day by the presence of a hero to Ul’dah, and dear friend to the crown.
Nanamo Ul Namo: Honored guests, I give you our champion!
Nanamo Ul Namo: And with that, I bid you enjoy the feast.
Raubahn: Not to spoil your appetite, but Ul’dah is hardly so bountiful as this meal would have you believe. While we gorge ourselves, children starve in the streets.
Raubahn: Nor can Her Grace do aught to help them. She is thwarted at every turn by those on the Syndicate who derive their wealth from the workers’ poverty.
Raubahn: Beneath her mask of stately serenity, she is aghast at the plight of her subjects.
Raubahn: But there will be no hope for the masses until the crown is restored to power.
Raubahn: I am truly grateful for all you have done for Ul’dah. But there is so much more to do.
Raubahn: That light─what is it?
Raubahn: So bright… Almost like… By the Twelve!
Raubahn: Tell me true─have you been troubled by strange dreams of late? Visions─of the Crystal?
Raubahn: Mayhap you put them down to an excess of aether?
Raubahn: Yes. You are like they were…
Raubahn: Allow me to explain. Before you came to Eorzea, there were others like you who fought the primals.
Raubahn: Though they were not of this land, when the Garlean Empire threatened the realm, they helped bring together the three Grand Companies.
Raubahn: And they stood with us at Carteneau, that fateful day five years ago…
Raubahn: …The day we lost them.
Raubahn: None who survived have forgotten the heroes’ sacrifice, nor would any man deny they fought alongside us…
Raubahn: But the names of these heroes come not to our lips. The once-familiar pages of their story are now blank to us.
Raubahn: And in our mind’s eye, their faces are naught but silhouettes amid a blinding glare…
Raubahn: It is for this reason that we have come to call them the Warriors of Light.
Raubahn: When I look at you, I cannot help but think of them, and of what you might achieve.
Raubahn: You must protect that crystal at all costs.
Raubahn: It is a gift from Hydaelyn, Mother of all─and one She gave to you for a reason.
Raubahn: Yours is no ordinary tale. If I am right, the fate of the realm may yet hang upon your deeds.
Raubahn: Only heroes and martyrs are fit to bear such a burden. Let us pray you are the former.

Raubahn: Flames, to the fore!
Raubahn: Victory belongs to the bold! Show those imperial whoresons what we’re made of!
Merlwyb: The left flank buckles! Divert the Barracudas!
Merlwyb: Bid ’em hold that position though it cost ’em their lives!
Kan-E-Senna: The Yellow Serpents are in need of succor. Pray send the White Wolves to their aid.
Kan-E-Senna: The adventurers risk life and limb for our cause. We must not fail them.
Merlwyb: Is aught amiss?
Kan-E-Senna: No… It is nothing.
Raubahn: The barrier won’t go down so easily! Eyes forward!
Kan-E-Senna: We are being watched…
Raubahn: Raging Bull calling Blood Thorn! Blood Thorn, respond! Respond, damn you!
Raubahn: Arrrgh!!!
Jakys Ryder: Raging Bull! This is Mad Snake! Respond!
Raubahn: Ryder!? This is Raging Bull! What news!?
Jakys Ryder: We’re surrounded by a blaze! There’s no way out! Gods preserve, what is that thing!?
Raubahn: What’s going on!? Speak to me!
Jakys Ryder: Godsdammit! We cannot hold much longer!
Jakys Ryder: AaaaaaAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Raubahn: Mad Snake!? Mad Snaaaaaake! Answer me!
Raubahn: Damn it! Damn it all to the seventh hell!
Merlwyb: What of the Barracudas? Can they not be reached?
Storm Runner: Sorry, Admiral─shell’s not workin’!
Kan-E-Senna: What of our own?
Serpent Runner: I cannot say, my lady! That monstrosity appears to be disrupting our communications!
Kan-E-Senna: We must keep trying. Call till they respond.
Serpent Runner: Yes, my lady!
Kan-E-Senna: Admiral, General─we can do no more. We must give the order to withdraw.
Raubahn: I will not forsake Louisoix!
Kan-E-Senna: General, please! Victory may belong to the bold, but there will be no victor this day!
Kan-E-Senna: You know this to be true. Let us not sacrifice lives in vain.
Kan-E-Senna: The adventurers fight bravely, but to no avail. Let them withdraw, and let us be the ones to stand with Louisoix.
Merlwyb: Belay previous orders! All Maelstrom units are commanded to fall back, effective immediately!
Merlwyb: Give the Foreign Levy priority! Let the main host cover their retreat, and bring up the rear!
Raubahn: Damn it… Relay the order: all Flames are to withdraw.
I don’t care if our linkshells are useless!
Raubahn: You still have a working pair of legs, don’t you!? Well, use ’em, you bloody half-wit!
Kan-E-Senna: The outcome of this battle was long since decided.
Kan-E-Senna: Better to retreat now, than risk a massacre.
Kan-E-Senna: This dark, stifling presence… Who…or what…?
Kan-E-Senna: We go to take our place beside Archon Louisoix! To your positions!
???: That I should live to behold Bahamut once more…
???: Magnificent. The eons of imprisonment have only made him hungrier.
???: I am aware of them. Pay them no mind. They are powerless to act.
???: It has begun. Soon the planet will regain its true form.
???: Ahahaha… Ahahahahaha!

Momodi: How you feelin’, Marion?
Momodi: They said you fainted in the middle of one of the General’s stories. I had to have you carried back to the Hourglass.
Momodi: I reckon you made quite an impression on your fellow guests─though probably not the sort you intended.
Momodi: You sure you’re gettin’ enough rest, Marion? The life of an adventurer can be pretty taxin’.
Momodi: Anyroad, I’m glad to see you’re back to normal. No offense, but lookin’ after you was gettin’ a bit tiresome.
Momodi: Oh, ‘fore I forget, the General left a message for you. Said that when you’re feelin’ up to it, you should come and see him at the Hall of Flames.
Momodi: Probably wants to finish the story he was tellin’ you when you fell asleep.

Raubahn: I’ve been waiting for you, Marion. I trust you are fully recovered?
Raubahn: Good, because there is much work to be done─work that I would have you do…

Baderon wants you to let him know when you are ready to depart for the banquet.

Baderon: Yer ready, then, are ye? Good. The banquet’ll be startin’ soon. If ye’d waited any longer, I’d’ve considered it me civic duty to ‘it ye over the ‘ead an’ drag ye there.
Baderon: Now, make sure yer wearin’ them fancy shoes when ye turn up, all right? Carryin’ ’em won’t do no good. They’re meant to make ye look like a lady, remember, not a lady’s bleedin’ lackey.
Baderon: As fer directions, the feast’s bein’ ‘eld on the Bridge, in the Admiral’s briefin’ room.
Baderon: Speak with Zanthael in Bulwark Hall, an’ ‘e’ll show ye the way.
Baderon: Just keep that ‘ead ‘eld ‘igh, lass. After everythin’ ye’ve done fer Limsa, ye’ve good reason to be proud─an’ don’t let no ‘ighborn bugger tell ye different.

Zanthael: Dress shoes… Fancy dress shoes. An adventurer wearing fancy dress shoes…
Zanthael: Oh! Now those are some fancy dress shoes. Come, adventurer, I will show you to the briefing room.

Merlwyb: Brothers and sisters of the sea!
Merlwyb: Join me now in honoring this woman for her services to our great nation!
Merlwyb: May the Navigator guide and protect her on her journey till sea swallows all!
Merlwyb: These pirates you encountered with the tattooed faces… They call themselves the “Serpent Reavers.” Their ranks are formed of cutthroats and madmen who have pledged themselves body and soul to the primal Leviathan.
Merlwyb: From what we have gathered, they sought to swell their numbers by spiriting away any soul unfortunate enough to cross their path.
Merlwyb: I need not tell you the depth of the animosity between us and the Sahagin. How any seaman worth his salt could devote himself to the fishbacks’ god is a question for a more temperate mind than mine.
Merlwyb: But thanks to you, our citizens may once more go about their daily lives, safe in the knowledge that they will not be dragged into the darkness by those execrable curs.
Y’shtola: Such an extraordinary glow…
Y’shtola: This…is one of the Crystals of Light.
Merlwyb: By the Navigator…
Y’shtola: After our encounter with the goobbue, you had a vision, did you not? Of a towering crystal?
Y’shtola: You bathed in Her Light…
Merlwyb: Y’shtola’s conclusion is clear, and I see no reason to doubt it. You are the vessel of a higher power.
Merlwyb: This…being from your vision was the Mothercrystal. Your description matches what little we know of Her.
Merlwyb: And if She has chosen you, then your deeds may yet shape the fate of nations.
Merlwyb: As once did the deeds of the Warriors of Light.
Merlwyb: Know you the tale? Like you, they were not of these lands, yet they fought to protect us all ‘gainst the corruption of the primals.
Merlwyb: When the Garlean Empire began its conquest of the realm, these heroes joined the Grand Companies, and helped reforge the Eorzean Alliance.
Merlwyb: And at the Battle of Carteneau, they took the field beneath our banners, to fight for everything we hold dear.
Merlwyb: It was on that day, in the midst of that hell…that we lost them.
Merlwyb: Every soul who survived that battle will never forget how it was to fight beside them. We are proud to call them our comrades.
Merlwyb: Yet, whenever we try to shout their names, the sound dies in our throats.
Merlwyb: And whenever we strain to see their faces with our mind’s eye, naught but their shadows appear to us, set against a blinding light.
Merlwyb: Ask any true Eorzean who knew them, and the story will be the same. It is for this reason that we call them “the Warriors of Light.”
Merlwyb: When I look upon you, I cannot help but be reminded of them.
Merlwyb: Keep that Crystal safe.
Merlwyb: In time, I believe the Mothercrystal will make clear Her reasons for bestowing it upon you.
Merlwyb: Heed well Her words, adventurer. For it is Hydaelyn Herself who speaks.

Raubahn: Flames, to the fore!
Raubahn: Victory belongs to the bold! Show those imperial whoresons what we’re made of!
Merlwyb: The left flank buckles! Divert the Barracudas!
Merlwyb: Bid ’em hold that position though it cost ’em their lives!
Kan-E-Senna: The Yellow Serpents are in need of succor. Pray send the White Wolves to their aid.
Kan-E-Senna: The adventurers risk life and limb for our cause. We must not fail them.
Merlwyb: Is aught amiss?
Kan-E-Senna: No… It is nothing.
Raubahn: The barrier won’t go down so easily! Eyes forward!
Kan-E-Senna: We are being watched…
Raubahn: Raging Bull calling Blood Thorn! Blood Thorn, respond! Respond, damn you!
Raubahn: Arrrgh!!!
Jakys Ryder: Raging Bull! This is Mad Snake! Respond!
Raubahn: Ryder!? This is Raging Bull! What news!?
Jakys Ryder: We’re surrounded by a blaze! There’s no way out! Gods preserve, what is that thing!?
Raubahn: What’s going on!? Speak to me!
Jakys Ryder: Godsdammit! We cannot hold much longer!
Jakys Ryder: AaaaaaAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Raubahn: Mad Snake!? Mad Snaaaaaake! Answer me!
Raubahn: Damn it! Damn it all to the seventh hell!
Merlwyb: What of the Barracudas? Can they not be reached?
Storm Runner: Sorry, Admiral─shell’s not workin’!
Kan-E-Senna: What of our own?
Serpent Runner: I cannot say, my lady! That monstrosity appears to be disrupting our communications!
Kan-E-Senna: We must keep trying. Call till they respond.
Serpent Runner: Yes, my lady!
Kan-E-Senna: Admiral, General─we can do no more. We must give the order to withdraw.
Raubahn: I will not forsake Louisoix!
Kan-E-Senna: General, please! Victory may belong to the bold, but there will be no victor this day!
Kan-E-Senna: You know this to be true. Let us not sacrifice lives in vain.
Kan-E-Senna: The adventurers fight bravely, but to no avail. Let them withdraw, and let us be the ones to stand with Louisoix.
Merlwyb: Belay previous orders! All Maelstrom units are commanded to fall back, effective immediately!
Merlwyb: Give the Foreign Levy priority! Let the main host cover their retreat, and bring up the rear!
Raubahn: Damn it… Relay the order: all Flames are to withdraw.
I don’t care if our linkshells are useless!
Raubahn: You still have a working pair of legs, don’t you!? Well, use ’em, you bloody half-wit!
Kan-E-Senna: The outcome of this battle was long since decided.
Kan-E-Senna: Better to retreat now, than risk a massacre.
Kan-E-Senna: This dark, stifling presence… Who…or what…?
Kan-E-Senna: We go to take our place beside Archon Louisoix! To your positions!
???: That I should live to behold Bahamut once more…
???: Magnificent. The eons of imprisonment have only made him hungrier.
???: I am aware of them. Pay them no mind. They are powerless to act.
???: It has begun. Soon the planet will regain its true form.
???: Ahahaha… Ahahahahaha!

Baderon: Mornin’, sunshine. All a bit much fer ye, was it?
Baderon: …What ‘appened? Ah, ye don’t remember, then.
Baderon: Ye keeled over in the middle o’ the banquet, an’ caused a right stir. ‘Ad to carry ye back to the Wench meself. Well, I say “carry”…’twas more a matter o’ draggin’ an’ rollin’. Too much cake, I reckon.
Baderon: Anyroad, don’t fret─’tis little wonder ye was exhausted after everythin’ ye’ve been through lately.
Baderon: Yer little nap seems to ‘ave put some color back in yer cheeks, though, so I’ll leave ye to it.
Baderon: …Bugger! I almost forgot: the Admiral wants to ‘ave a word with ye.
Baderon: When ye feel up to it, talk to Zanthael an’ ‘e’ll let ye in to the command room. Oh, an’ stay awake, eh? I’m told ol’ Merlwyb was in the middle o’ tellin’ ye a story when ye started snorin’ last time, an’ I doubt she’d look kindly on it if ye repeated the trick!

Zanthael: Greetings, Meredith. Admiral Bloefhiswyn awaits you in the command room. Shall I announce you?

Merlwyb: Ah, Meredith, it is good to see you on your feet again. You are recovered?
Merlwyb: Then let us waste no time. I have a task that needs doing─one I would entrust to no other.

Miounne has some final words of advice to offer regarding your role in Greenbliss.

Mother Miounne: Now that you have the Monoa mask, all that’s left is to participate in the ceremony.
Mother Miounne: Perchance you are feeling nervous, but never fear─despite all the pomp surrounding the role, there really is nothing to being Emissary.
Mother Miounne: All you are required to do is wear the mask, stand up straight, and look dignified. The more involved aspects of the proceedings will be handled by others. Simple, no?
Mother Miounne: The ceremony will be held at Mih Khetto’s Amphitheatre. When you are ready, make yourself known to the caretaker there─a woman named Estaine.
Mother Miounne: Oh, and be sure to wear your mask or she may not recognize you. Now, off you go, Mortimer, and good luck!

Estaine: Ah, you must be the Emissary.
Estaine: I see you have come prepared. That is well.
Estaine: I have been instructed to escort you to your place. Please follow me.

Kan-E-Senna: May he find favor with the elementals!
Kan-E-Senna: This radiance…
Kan-E-Senna: Could it be…a Crystal of Light?
Kan-E-Senna: Tell me true─has the Mothercrystal revealed Herself to you? Did you bask in Her Light?
Kan-E-Senna: Have you perchance experienced sensations akin to aether sickness of late?
Kan-E-Senna: That Hydaelyn would speak directly to this man…
Kan-E-Senna: There once were dauntless adventurers who fought in the name of Eorzea.
Kan-E-Senna: When the primals threatened to bleed the land dry, these brave men and women rose to face them. When the Garlean Empire resumed its war of conquest, they rushed to the realm’s defense.
Kan-E-Senna: And when it was foretold that Dalamud would fall, they fought with all their strength to deliver us from certain doom.
Kan-E-Senna: Yet as strong and as brave as they were, they─like so many─disappeared amidst the flames at Carteneau.
Kan-E-Senna: None have forgotten the heroes who gave all for the sake of a realm not their own.
Kan-E-Senna: Yet when we try to recall their names, we find the pages of our memories are blank, as if bleached by the sun.
Kan-E-Senna: And when we try to recall their faces, we see them only in silhouette, as if they stood betwixt us and a blinding glare.
Kan-E-Senna: Hence have these heroes come to be known as the Warriors of Light.
Kan-E-Senna: Beholding you, illuminated by the glow of the Crystal, I could not help but be reminded of them.
Kan-E-Senna: The Crystal has chosen you for a purpose.
Kan-E-Senna: Trust to its guiding light, and all shall be revealed to you in good time.
Kan-E-Senna: Though none can say for certain what the future will bring, it is my belief that you may yet play a telling role in the tale of this great realm.
Kan-E-Senna: …For the power of the Echo resides within you.

Raubahn: Flames, to the fore!
Raubahn: Victory belongs to the bold! Show those imperial whoresons what we’re made of!
Merlwyb: The left flank buckles! Divert the Barracudas!
Merlwyb: Bid ’em hold that position though it cost ’em their lives!
Kan-E-Senna: The Yellow Serpents are in need of succor. Pray send the White Wolves to their aid.
Kan-E-Senna: The adventurers risk life and limb for our cause. We must not fail them.
Merlwyb: Is aught amiss?
Kan-E-Senna: No… It is nothing.
Raubahn: The barrier won’t go down so easily! Eyes forward!
Kan-E-Senna: We are being watched…
Raubahn: Raging Bull calling Blood Thorn! Blood Thorn, respond! Respond, damn you!
Raubahn: Arrrgh!!!
Jakys Ryder: Raging Bull! This is Mad Snake! Respond!
Raubahn: Ryder!? This is Raging Bull! What news!?
Jakys Ryder: We’re surrounded by a blaze! There’s no way out! Gods preserve, what is that thing!?
Raubahn: What’s going on!? Speak to me!
Jakys Ryder: Godsdammit! We cannot hold much longer!
Jakys Ryder: AaaaaaAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Raubahn: Mad Snake!? Mad Snaaaaaake! Answer me!
Raubahn: Damn it! Damn it all to the seventh hell!
Merlwyb: What of the Barracudas? Can they not be reached?
Storm Runner: Sorry, Admiral─shell’s not workin’!
Kan-E-Senna: What of our own?
Serpent Runner: I cannot say, my lady! That monstrosity appears to be disrupting our communications!
Kan-E-Senna: We must keep trying. Call till they respond.
Serpent Runner: Yes, my lady!
Kan-E-Senna: Admiral, General─we can do no more. We must give the order to withdraw.
Raubahn: I will not forsake Louisoix!
Kan-E-Senna: General, please! Victory may belong to the bold, but there will be no victor this day!
Kan-E-Senna: You know this to be true. Let us not sacrifice lives in vain.
Kan-E-Senna: The adventurers fight bravely, but to no avail. Let them withdraw, and let us be the ones to stand with Louisoix.
Merlwyb: Belay previous orders! All Maelstrom units are commanded to fall back, effective immediately!
Merlwyb: Give the Foreign Levy priority! Let the main host cover their retreat, and bring up the rear!
Raubahn: Damn it… Relay the order: all Flames are to withdraw.
I don’t care if our linkshells are useless!
Raubahn: You still have a working pair of legs, don’t you!? Well, use ’em, you bloody half-wit!
Kan-E-Senna: The outcome of this battle was long since decided.
Kan-E-Senna: Better to retreat now, than risk a massacre.
Kan-E-Senna: This dark, stifling presence… Who…or what…?
Kan-E-Senna: We go to take our place beside Archon Louisoix! To your positions!
???: That I should live to behold Bahamut once more…
???: Magnificent. The eons of imprisonment have only made him hungrier.
???: I am aware of them. Pay them no mind. They are powerless to act.
???: It has begun. Soon the planet will regain its true form.
???: Ahahaha… Ahahahahaha!

Mother Miounne: Ah! Look who’s back in the land of the living!
Mother Miounne: Hm? You mean to say you don’t remember a thing?
Mother Miounne: You collapsed in the middle of the ceremony─gave us all a good fright. So we carried you back here. I must say, you’re heavier than you look!
Mother Miounne: You’ve hardly stopped of late─your exertions must have caught up with you.
Mother Miounne: But you adventurers are nothing if not resilient! Seeing as the worst is past, I shall take my leave and return to my duties.
Mother Miounne: Oh, I almost forgot─the Elder Seedseer told me she’d like to see you when you felt well enough.
Mother Miounne: The gentle soul was almost as worried about you as I was, bless her. When you’re back on your feet, be sure and visit her at the Lotus Stand.

Silent Conjurer: Ah, you are Mortimer Croix, are you not? I bid you welcome, sir. The Elder Seedseer left word that you would be joining her at the Lotus Stand. May I show you in?

Kan-E-Senna: I have looked forward to your coming, Mortimer. But tell me, are you recovered?
Kan-E-Senna: I am most glad of that. Now, I hope you will not doubt the earnestness of my concern…but I would ask a favor of you. Nor can I deny that I summoned you here in part with this in mind. Know, however, that I proceed only upon the understanding that you are rested and well.

Owyne would like to speak with you regarding the sultana’s invitation.

Owyne: By the Twelve, Marion! For an adventurer to receive a personal invitation from Her Grace is unprecedented!
Owyne: Seats at these banquets are offered only to the most distinguished individuals. You will be dining with some of the most influential people in Ul’dah.
Owyne: There are, of course, certain protocols that must be observed.
Owyne: …But I am no authority on them. Fear not, however─Mistress Momodi has long been responsible for familiarizing foreign guests with our customs.
Owyne: Pray return to the Quicksand and speak with her. She will tell you all you need know.

Momodi: Welcome back, Marion, and congratulations on your invite to the big soirée!
Momodi: To be honest, I never imagined I’d be explainin’ these procedures to you. It’s usually only foreign dignitaries who get to hear me prattle on and on about royal traditions. Anyroad, I know you’re a busy woman, so I’ll keep it short and sweet.
Momodi: In accordance with ancient custom, all guests to this banquet are required to wear a pair of ceremonial earrin’s, made ‘specially for the occasion. They’re meant to symbolize─ Actually, forget about that. This was meant to be the short version. Ahem. Bein’ of a design unique to the occasion, the earrin’s serve as a security measure. The Sultansworn won’t let you near the hall without ’em.
Momodi: Your set should be ready and waitin’ for you at the Goldsmiths’ Guild. Mistress Serendipity is expectin’ you, so you’ll want to head down there now.
Momodi: Once you’ve got them, bring them back here and we’ll continue.

Serendipity: Greetings! Is there something I can help you with?
Serendipity: Ah, Marion! Your earrings are right here. I crafted them myself, I’ll have you know. I think you’ll be very pleased!
Serendipity: In case Mistress Momodi didn’t warn you, the box is locked, and I am not permitted to give you the key. It’s a final safeguard, you see─only designated individuals are authorized to distribute the earrings to guests. In this instance, the person in question is none other than Mistress Momodi, so you will need to ask her to open the box on your behalf. Pardon the inconvenience, but the Sultansworn take Her Grace’s safety very seriously.

Momodi: Picked up your earrin’s yet, Marion?
Momodi: Let me just… (gasp) Well, now, looks like the guildmaster outdid herself with this pair!
Momodi: You’d best take good care of these earrin’s! If they fell into the wrong hands, gods only know what might happen!
Momodi: Now then, I hope you’re feelin’ sociable, Marion, ’cause you’re about to hobnob with Ul’dah’s elite! Let me know when you’re ready to head to the banquet.

Commodore Reyner wishes to speak with you regarding the forthcoming banquet.

Reyner: I am not sure you understand just how unusual it is for the Admiral to invite an adventurer to a state banquet.
Reyner: It is a highly coveted honor. Why, even the officers under her direct command are rarely afforded such recognition!
Reyner: But I will not deny you have earned it. Many of the tasks you have performed in service to the thalassocracy have been both difficult and dangerous.
Reyner: This is a reward for all of your efforts─a nod to your many achievements, both large and small.
Reyner: Has the enormity of this moment yet to sink in? Perchance you will realize its significance when you stand before the assembled dignitaries of Limsa Lominsa! …And now that I have imagined the scene, I realize that you will require attire suitable for the occasion.
Reyner: I suggest you visit the Wench and see what Baderon can arrange. He is surprisingly knowledgeable about such things.

Baderon: Well, well…if it ain’t Merlwyb’s guest of ‘onor! ‘Obnobbin’ with the ‘igh an’ mighty, now, is it?
Baderon: I tell ye, lass, I damn near snorted ale out me nose when I ‘eard the news. Ye’ve come a long bloody way, you ‘ave, an’ that’s the truth.
Baderon: Well, one thing’s fer sure─ye’ll not want fer decent grub. These banquets are catered by the bleedin’ Bismarck, no less.
Baderon: ‘Tis a grand chance to fill yer belly to burstin’ with fine an’─more importantly─free food.
Baderon: But we can’t have ye turnin’ up in yer shite-caked ‘venturin’ gear.
Baderon: No, the ‘ero o’ the hour needs to ‘ave a touch o’ refinement about ‘er─if only to stop folk complainin’ when she stuffs ‘er face with cake. Take yerself over to the Octant an’ speak to J’nasshym o’ the Brugaire Consortium. She’ll furnish ye with summat ladylike to wear.
Baderon: I’ve already ‘ad a word with ‘er, so all ye need do is pick up the goods, then bring ’em back ‘ere, so as I can tell ye what’s what.

J’nasshym: Good evening, miss. I assume you’re the underdressed “lady” Baderon mentioned?
J’nasshym: (sniff) I see he was not exaggerating…
J’nasshym: Ahem. I’ve chosen these especially for your debut in polite society. Fear not, I’m certain you will absolutely adore them.

Baderon: Been to see J’nasshym, ‘ave ye? Let’s ‘ave that box, then.
Baderon: ‘Ere we go…a nice pair o’ dress shoes fer ye.
Baderon: A lass mightn’t ‘ave much else to ‘er name, but so long as she’s got a decent pair o’ shoes on ‘er feet, there ain’t nowhere she can’t go.
Baderon: Think of ’em as a gift from me an’ all the other folk ye’ve done right by along the way.
Baderon: Aye, aye…’tis a very movin’ gesture, I know. Just don’t go wellin’ up on me, eh? Wouldn’t do fer Limsa’s new ‘ero to turn up at the banquet soaked in ‘er own tears an’ snot. Anyroad, that’s yer garb sorted. Now, ye just need to settle yer nerves. Tell me when yer ready, an’ I’ll tell ye where yer meant to go.

Bowlord Lewin has information regarding your role in Greenbliss.

Lewin: None in Gridania can doubt your worth, Mortimer…
Lewin: But to receive such praise from the Elder Seedseer herself!
Lewin: And nor is that the half of it! She chose you to play the role of Emissary, for gods’ sakes! You! An outsider! Do you have any idea what this means!?
Lewin: (sigh) But of course you don’t. You are not forestborn…which is rather the point. Mistake me not, I think you worthy, but your selection is all but unprecedented. And I’ll wager you have not the faintest inkling what is required of you…
Lewin: There are preparations that the Emissary must needs complete ahead of time. I suggest you consult Miounne regarding the matter─she is overseeing the arrangements for the event.
Lewin: Now, you had best get going─the ceremony cannot commence without the Emissary.
Oh, and, Mortimer…don’t make a hash of this!

Mother Miounne: Well, well, if it isn’t the Emissary himself! Had I known you were coming, I would have baked a pie!
Mother Miounne: You truly are full of surprises, Mortimer. Next you’ll be telling me you’re one of the Warriors of Light, back from a half-decade long holiday!
Mother Miounne: But let’s speak of preparations. As you doubtless already know, Greenbliss is an age-old ceremony for strengthening the bond between man and elemental. These days, though, the name also refers to the festival at large.
Mother Miounne: In the ceremony, the Emissary serves as a conduit─a bridge between the people and the guardians of the Twelveswood. Suffice it to say, it is no small responsibility─nor does the Elder Seedseer choose mankind’s representative on a whim.
Mother Miounne: Seldom in history have non-forestborn been chosen for the role─which should give you an idea of the magnitude of the honor being accorded you.
Mother Miounne: For your part, you are required to wear a ceremonial artifact, which is presently in the keeping of Timbermaster Beatin.
Mother Miounne: Go to the Carpenters’ Guild and collect it from the man, then return to me for further instructions.

Beatin: So you are the Emissary-to-be. Miounne sent word that you would be coming to collect the ceremonial artifact.
Beatin: The good news is that it’s ready─painstakingly crafted by these very hands, and from the rarest of materials.
Beatin: Take it, along with this warning: get so much as a scratch on the thing, and I shall make an unceremonial artifact out of you.

Mother Miounne: Back from your trip to the Carpenters’ Guild? Let’s see what you have in that box.
Mother Miounne: Ahhh…this is by far the finest Monoa mask I have ever laid eyes upon. The timbermaster has truly outdone himself this time.
Mother Miounne: In case he didn’t mention, the mask is crafted from consecrated lumber rendered up by the Guardian Tree, solely for use in the ceremony. In other words, it is priceless─Mother bids you to handle it with care.
Mother Miounne: And with that, your preparations are complete. The venue should just about be in order as well. If you have any questions, now’s the time to ask them.

Momodi wishes to enlist the aid of a trusted friend of Ul’dah.

Momodi: Can I count on your discretion, Marion? If so, then listen closely…
Momodi: The outside world believes Ul’dah to be a sultanate, ruled by Sultana Nanamo Ul Namo. Truth is, though, it’s the six wealthiest citizens that hold the most sway─the Syndicate.
Momodi: Be that as it may, the sultana’s still got the support of the people…
Momodi: But she might struggle to keep even that if a certain incident becomes public knowledge.
Momodi: It pains me to say it, but Her Grace’s crown, the symbol of the royal dynasty, has been stolen.
Momodi: And Owyne…Owyne’s the Sultansworn who was charged with guardin’ it that night.
Momodi: I’d bet anythin’ this letter was written by the bastards who made off with the crown.
Momodi: It can’t be a coincidence that a man we know to have been fraternizin’ with thieves had a letter for Owyne of all people, at this of all times.
Momodi: You need to take this to the man himself, Marion. Tell him Momodi sent you, and that it concerns a lost heirloom.
Momodi: If it looks as though the fellow needs help, I want you to lend it to him. The future of our fair city may depend on it.

Sultansworn Elite: The Heart of the Sworn lies beyond. State your business.
Sultansworn Elite: …Pardon? Did you say a lost heirloom? Ahem. Proceed.

Owyne: Well met, adventurer. What business brings you here this day?
Owyne: …A letter? Very well, let’s see it.
Owyne: …Have you read this, adventurer?
Owyne: I see. But you have some inkling as to its contents, I think.
Owyne: Mistress Momodi has doubtless explained to you the significance of the crown, and what its loss could mean for Her Grace the sultana… (sigh) This theft shames the Sultansworn─and me most of all.
Owyne: The blame is mine, you see. I grew lax in my duties, and in a moment of carelessness…
Owyne: No, it will do no good to recount the tale now.
Since the hour of the theft, we’ve searched frantically for any signs, any whispers as to the whereabouts of the crown. We have found nothing.
Owyne: The identity of the thieves, and their motives, seemed fated to remain a mystery─until you arrived, bearing this ransom note.
Owyne: In it, the criminals state their price for the return of Her Grace’s crown.
Owyne: And though it pains me to say it, I fear I have no choice but to acquiesce to their demands. Too much is at stake to do otherwise. The crown symbolizes Her Grace’s birthright, and identifies her as the custodian of the Ul legacy. It must be recovered.
Owyne: I will travel to the Unholy Heir and pay them their ransom.
Owyne: Though I am not foolish enough to meet these men alone as they stipulate, I dare not bring a host of my comrades lest the thieves take fright. Friend─would you consent to be present for the exchange?
Owyne: Mistress Momodi has always spoken of you in the most glowing terms, and I have never yet had reason to question her judgment.
Owyne: On behalf of all those still loyal to the sultana, I beseech you─help us in our hour of need.

Owyne: I’ve come as agreed! Now, show me the crown!
Garibald: Aye, you’ll have your precious crown─once we’ve been duly compensated.
Owyne: Do you think me a fool!? What assurance have I that you will honor your part of the agreement?
Garibald: Now, now, Owyne…you’re the least trustworthy man here. Not only was the crown stolen on your watch, but it looks to me as if you’ve violated the terms of our exchange. Did we not say that you were to come alone?
Garibald: And given that you are not alone, what guarantee have we that there isn’t a company of archers surrounding us even as we speak, ready to feather me and my men the moment they catch a glimpse of the crown?
Garibald: You have made mock of our trust. The deal is off.
Owyne: Wait! Here’s your payment, as promised!
Garibald: (sniff) (sniff) …Aye, ’tis the real thing.
Garibald: Ahahaha! A thousand thanks to you, boy! You’ve succeeded where scores of thieves have failed!
Garibald: And now, at long last, we have it! The power to create an army of undying soldiers─The Traders’ Spurn!
Owyne: No…no, it can’t be! What have I done!?
Garibald: Surely you must have wondered what it was that you were handing over─what it was that seemed as valuable to us as the crown seemed to you? Or did you assume we were feeling charitable?
Garibald: Ah, but you must feel terrible, knowing that you’ve brought us the doom of Sil’dih. Worry not, boy─we’ll grant you a quick death and spare you further ignominy.
Owyne: There’s too many, Marion! Run! Run while you still can! I…I will do my duty.
???: It’s your duty to serve the sultana, lad─and you’ll be doing it for a good while yet!
Papashan: Sultansworn! Put these thieves to the sword and secure the crown!
Garibald: Sultansworn!? Hah! No matter! Kill them all!
Owyne: Master Papashan! But why…? How…?
Papashan: The General saw you sneak into the vaults, Owyne.
Papashan: He suspected something was afoot and ordered us to keep an eye on you.
Owyne: The Flame General…? He ordered you to look after me?
Sultansworn Elite: Master Papashan! More of them to the north!
Papashan: After them, Sultansworn─they have the crown! This lot sought only to delay us!
Owyne: Let us speak again back in the city!
Masked Mage: The source of her strength becomes clear…
Masked Mage: You may have bested the golem, but you will not fare so well this day.
Masked Mage: O mournful voice of creation! Send unto me a creature of the abyss, my thrall to command, that I may smite mine enemies!
Masked Mage: Your very being imperils the plan. You cannot be suffered to live.
Masked Mage: Unnngh… That the wisdom of the Paragons should be brought low…by mere mortals…
Thancred: Paragons? This is indeed a disturbing revelation…
Thancred: We had long suspected the involvement of the Bringers of Chaos─Ascians, to give them their true name.
Thancred: But we could not be sure they were responsible for the recent disturbances until now. As if the sultanate needed any more enemies…
Thancred: Hm? Have we Sharlayans crossed paths with Ascians before? Well, we’ve certainly─ Wait. I don’t recall telling you about my homeland.
Thancred: Ah, yes, that’s right─you’re one of the gifted.
Thancred: You know, this marks the third time I’ve found you in the midst of trouble. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re a lodestone for it!
Thancred: Anyway, I’m glad I started following you around. Who knows what grand conspiracy you’ll stumble upon next!?
Thancred: I jest, I jest… Had I truly been watching your every move, I wouldn’t have taken so long to intervene in your latest altercation.
Thancred: But all’s well that ends well, eh? Our masked friend is no more, and while I very much doubt we’ve seen the last of his kind, his demise will likely grant us at least some respite. And on that note, I must away. Until next time, Marion.

Sultansworn Elite: Everyone is waiting for you, adventurer.

Papashan: Does it surprise you to see me dressed so, Marion? I was once a Sultansworn, you know, though it’s been fifteen years since I put down my sword, and took up the role of stationmaster.
Papashan: It is a capacity in which I am no less proud to serve, lest you doubt. Whenever Her Grace ventures outside the gates, I have the honor of protecting her person.
Papashan: Never before had I seen her so despondent as when news of the crown’s theft reached her ears.
Papashan: But thanks to your valiant efforts, she is returned to her former vibrant self. You have the gratitude of every Sultansworn, Marion.
Lady-in-waiting: Exalted vessel of Nald’thal, guardian of Thanalan, seventeenth ascendant to the throne of Ul’dah, Her Royal Majesty Nanamo Ul Namo presides!
Nanamo Ul Namo: They regaled me with tales of a champion amongst champions, one whose tireless service to the crown merited the highest honor we might bestow.
Nanamo Ul Namo: Never did it occur to me that it might be you. Bring it forth!
Nanamo Ul Namo: Betokening our gratitude and esteem, I, Nanamo Ul Namo, Sultana of Ul’dah, confer upon you this gift.
Nanamo Ul Namo: Raubahn.
Raubahn: Your Grace.
Nanamo Ul Namo: See to it that our champion is my personal guest at the banquet.
Raubahn: As you command, Your Grace.
Raubahn: If what they say is true, Ul’dah owes you a great debt.
Raubahn: I am Raubahn Aldynn. With the consent of Her Grace, I oversee the affairs of the sultanate.
Raubahn: Brave souls are few and far between in these times. I count my blessings when I find one.
Raubahn: Her Grace invites you to join her at the coming banquet. I trust I will see you there.
Raubahn: Until then.
Raubahn: For the sake of Her Grace, and the glory of the sultanate, may you walk in the light of the Crystal.

Baderon has a task for a trusted adventurer.

Baderon: Good to ‘ave ye aboard, lass. Now then…where to start?
Baderon: Back when I was younger an’ nastier, I earned me livin’ as a sellsword. In that business, if ye wanted to know what yer enemy was up to, you ‘ad to learn to read the orders ye prised from the cold dead ‘ands of ‘is mates. That’s ‘ow I came to know ‘ow to read yer message.
Baderon: Truth be told, the script was only too bloody familiar. Them’s Sahagin letters, lass. An’ I should know─I’ve gutted more fishback messengers than I can count.
Baderon: It gets worse, though… The plan to blow up the Victory is all in ‘ere, right down to the fine details.
Baderon: Looks like they meant to raise eight kinds of ‘ell in western La Noscea, then ‘it the Maelstrom’s new flagship in the confusion.
Baderon: The point bein’, the attack on the Victory weren’t the act of a few rebellious pirates─’twas a key part o’ some canny bastard’s grand plan.
Baderon: But if I’m readin’ this aright, the attack itself came much too early. I’ll wager they panicked when they saw ye was on to ’em, rushed in to do the job, an’ buggered it up.
Baderon: Hmmm… Them tattoo-faced bastards as they say was payin’ Ahtbyrm’s old man, they’re with the Serpent Reavers, right? …But none o’ their crew was there, was they? Did they ‘ave summat better to do, or what?
Baderon: …Seven ‘ells! I’ve got it all backwards! That mess at the Victory─that was meant to be the bloody distraction!
Baderon: The fishbacks ain’t interested in the Maelstrom’s baby! They’re after men, just like they’ve always been. They’re sendin’ their pirate lackeys after a civilian target.
Baderon: This bit about raisin’ ‘ell in western La Noscea…that’s where it’ll be. Summat tells me Swiftperch is about to get ‘it, an’ ‘it ‘ard!
Baderon: ‘Ere’s a rough translation o’ the message.
Baderon: Take it to Commodore Reyner at the Coral Tower, an’ tell ‘im ‘e’s in fer a busy day.
Baderon: Oh, an’ give ‘im an ‘and, eh? Ye can be damn sure ‘e’ll need one.

Reyner: Yes, I am Reyner. Ah, you must be the adventurer whose name seems to be on everyone’s lips.
Reyner: You are to be commended for your part in thwarting the plot to destroy the Victory. Now, what can I do for you this day?
Reyner: You bear an urgent message from Baderon? Why do I get the feeling that my hopes for a quiet afternoon are about to be cruelly dashed? Tell me, what is afoot?
Reyner: An assault on Swiftperch!? But we’ve seen nothing to suggest the Serpent Reavers are massing for an attack.
Reyner: Even so, it would be foolish to discount the possibility─Baderon is rarely wrong about such matters.
Reyner: I will marshal the Yellowjackets for battle immediately.
Reyner: The only question is where to send them. While I concur with Baderon’s assessment that the attack on the Drydocks was intended as a diversion, Swiftperch is but one of several possible targets for the main thrust.
Yellowjacket: Commodore, sir!
Reyner: Report.
Yellowjacket: It’s the Sahagin, sir! They’ve mounted a large-scale assault on South Tidegate, and threaten to overwhelm our defenses within the day. The garrison requests immediate reinforcements.
Reyner: By the Navigator… It seems my decision has been made for me.
Reyner: Muster the troops and give the order to march.
Reyner: Aye, the Serpent Reavers are in league with the Sahagin.
Reyner: …Which means there is every chance this assault on Tidegate may yet prove to be another feint. The fact remains, however, that we can ill afford to ignore it. And that leaves Swiftperch vulnerable to those pirate traitors.
Reyner: It is at times such as these that I wish the Warriors of Light yet walked among us. But wishes will avail us naught. Croix, you must serve in their absence. Make for Swiftperch with all haste and lend your strength to the squads I can spare for the settlement’s defense.

Ryssfloh: Commodore Reyner sent word we’d be getting reinforcements, but I didn’t expect him to send you! You certainly look like you’ve seen your share of action, though─you bear little resemblance to the wide-eyed whelp I met fresh off the ferry.
Ryssfloh: In any case, do you know what you’re fighting for here? This place─Swiftperch─it was rebuilt by folk who stood strong in the face of every hardship the Calamity threw their way.
Ryssfloh: And we’re not about to let some fish-fancying scum claim the honor of being the ones who finally broke their spirits. Don’t give those pirate bastards one bloody ilm, you hear me?

Glazrael: Here they come!
Serpent Reaver Deckhand: ‘Ere now, I thought all them Yellowjacket worms was meant to be busy. That useless scrag ain’t followed the plan, ‘as ‘e?
Serpent Reaver Deckhand: Now what? Pull back and wait for our Sahagin brothers?
Baenryss: Piss on that! We ain’t turnin’ back empty-handed!
Baenryss: Remember, no killin’ the smallfolk, or it’ll be your blood what stains Lord Leviathan’s altars!
Baenryss: The Yellowbellies ye can butcher at will! Them dirt-eatin’ slugs’ll be crushed under the full might o’ the Serpent Reavers!
Ryssfloh: Seems Swiftperch was the main target after all, eh?
Ryssfloh: Squads One and Two, protect the townsfolk! Squad Three, you’re our rear guard!
Ryssfloh: The rest of you─we meet their charge where we stand! Let us bear the commodore word of our victory, or no word at all!
Yellowjacket Infantry: For Limsa Lominsa!
Baenryss: Rargh! I’ll gut all you Yellowbellies an’ dance on yer gizzards!

Ryssfloh: Well fought─the Reavers are beaten and scattered.
Ryssfloh: I’ll take some men and hunt down the stragglers. Oh, but there may be more of them lurking about, so don’t let your guard down just yet.
Masked Mage: The source of her strength becomes clear…
Masked Mage: You may have bested the golem, but you will not fare so well this day.
Masked Mage: O mournful voice of creation! Send unto me a creature of the abyss, my thrall to command, that I may smite mine enemies!
Masked Mage: Your very being imperils the plan. You cannot be suffered to live.

Masked Mage: Unnngh… That the wisdom of the Paragons should be brought low…by mere mortals…
Y’shtola: “Paragons,” did he say? Then it is as I feared.
Y’shtola: They are known as the Bringers of Chaos…or Ascians, to give them their proper name.
Y’shtola: It would seem our suspicions were correct─it is they who have been manipulating the beast tribes.
Y’shtola: Pardon? You would know if we Sharlayans have encountered Ascians before?
…I have never spoken to you of my homeland. How did you know whence I hail?
Y’shtola: Wait. I do begin to see. You have been blessed with a special gift.
Ryssfloh: Are you all right, lass!? If I’d known a mean bugger like that was hiding in the bushes, I would’ve left a squad or six to keep you company.
Ryssfloh: Well, at least now we can call this kidnapping investigation to a close. Those Reavers were the ones spiriting folk away in the dead of night, and this bastard here was pulling all the strings.
Y’shtola: A trifle simplistic, but not inaccurate.
Y’shtola: I came as soon as I sensed his presence, but I never thought to find such a scene of carnage. Yet we prevailed. And thanks to your heroic actions, I have learned much.
Ryssfloh: Aye, “heroic” is the word. I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been here, friend.
Ryssfloh: And your assistance is much appreciated, too, Lady Y’shtola. Please give our regards to the Scions.
Y’shtola: I am glad to have played a role in bringing what I hope is an end to this disturbing spate of abductions.
Y’shtola: The thread of your fate forms a part of a most intriguing tapestry. Mayhap we will be afforded the chance to speak more in the near future.
Y’shtola: For now, however, you must see this particular tale to its conclusion. Pray send my greetings to Commodore Reyner.

Reyner: Croix, eagerly have I awaited your return!
Reyner: Word of your exploits is already spreading through the ranks. My troops and I owe you a great debt of gratitude for your timely assistance.
Reyner: You have shown yourself to be possessed of a sure arm, a strong spirit, and sound judgment. Would that Limsa Lominsa had more of your like.
Reyner: I have little doubt that you shall one day join the ranks of Eorzea’s greatest adventurers. It is but a matter of time.
Reyner: Clearly, Baderon’s eye for potential remains as sharp as ever, though I doubt even he imagined you capable of such feats.
Reyner: Might you favor me with your own account of the day’s events? Such victories bear retelling!
Reyner: Y’shtola has been working with us for quite some time, you see.
Reyner: And she was only too willing to assist the Yellowjackets in the kidnapping investigation, proving herself a stalwart ally of Limsa Lominsa yet again.
Reyner: Needless to say, after your part in thwarting the attempted sabotage of the Victory, and the small matter of your deeds at Swiftperch, you too have proven yourself a valued friend of the thalassocracy.
Yellowjacket: Admiral!
Reyner: May I present to you Admiral Bloefhiswyn.
Merlwyb: So this is the adventurer I’ve been reading about in the field reports.
Merlwyb: I am Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn, Admiral of Limsa Lominsa.
Merlwyb: On behalf of my people, I bid you thanks for the deeds you have done this day.
Merlwyb: A token of our gratitude. What worth is high regard without just reward, after all? Ha!
Merlwyb: Since you first set foot in our city, my good friend Baderon and Commodore Reyner have taken turns at regaling me with tales of your exploits.
Merlwyb: Safe to say, they left an impression. Join me at the coming banquet.
Merlwyb: A seat of honor at the celebratory feast is the least I can offer the woman who foiled the Sahagin.
Merlwyb: Oh, and don’t be late.
Merlwyb: Your fellow guests will be eager to take the measure of their newest hero, and some do not take kindly to being kept waiting. Till then, may you walk in the light of the Crystal.