Fufulupa needs you to assist his fellow Brass Blades.
Fufulupa: The Brass Blades of the Rose have need of your assistance once more, Marion! Fufulupa: Thaumaturges from the Ossuary are presently surveying the Footfalls for ancient relics. Fufulupa: As the area is rife with wild beasts, the Horizon garrison has been charged with their security. Fufulupa: But Captain Baldewyn sent only a handful of Brass Blades! Despite his assurances to the contrary, such a small unit cannot possibly be sufficient to protect our patrons. Fufulupa: I would have you offer your assistance to my comrades. Pray travel to the Footfalls and speak with Totoruna.
Totoruna: A bleedin’ ‘venturer, come to help? I ain’t heard nothin’ from Cap’n Baldewyn ’bout this. He said trusted men only… Totoruna: Anyroad, we’ve got this under control─an’ besides, this operation ain’t got nothin’ to do with Fufulupa. Totoruna: Boy’s got a stick up his arse the size of a sabotender. It’s no wonder the cap’n told him to stay at Horizon…
Haldbroda has a suggestion for the kind adventurer who came bearing foreman Ahtbyrm’s message.
Haldbroda: Now, the way I see it, if you have time to be standing here questioning my character, then you most certainly have the time to get that arse of yours down to the Salt Strand and help us search for survivors of the wreck. Haldbroda: Who knows? You may just run across this Fyrilsmyd everyone seems so eager to find. Here’s to hoping the Navigator hasn’t found him first.
Fyrilsmyd: Aye, I’m Fyrilsmyd. Ye say the foreman’s wonderin’ on me whereabouts? I thought he might be. But ye must know, I cannot show me face at the Drydocks until I’ve righted the terrible wrong I caused. Fyrilsmyd: Two nights past, I made the trip from the Drydocks to Candlekeep Quay, just as the foreman asked. The seas were right rough, and the cap’n of the cargo ship was wary of bringin’ her too close to the cliffs, so I paid a few coins to a fisher to take me out to meet her. Fyrilsmyd: By the time we was halfway ‘twixt shore and ship, the swells had risen to nigh on ten yalms, and ’twasn’t long afore the waves had hold of us. Try as we might to steady the boat, nature’s grip was too tight, and we was flung headlong into the Lominsan galley. Fyrilsmyd: When I awoke, both ships were gone, and the cargo I was to collect lay strewn across the Salt Strand. I’s made every effort to salvage it, but the sands are crawlin’ with Qiqirn, and I ain’t a one with a sword. And now ye see why it is I cannot return to the Drydocks…
Fyrilsmyd: That night, I was tossed into the sea like some doll of rags, and it weren’t long afore the world ’round me faded to black as I slipped deeper into the abyss. But lo, the Navigator wouldn’t see me to the gates of the seven hells, and I woke to find meself washed ashore. And here I’s been, ever since, waitin’ for a chance to salvage me master’s cargo. Fyrilsmyd: The missin’ parts! I-I don’t know how I can repay you! Fyrilsmyd: I’ll deliver the supplies right away…but first I must stop by the Quay so that I might pay me respects to the widow of the brave fisher who gave his life fer a handful o’ coin. Fyrilsmyd: Could ye tell Ahtbyrm that I’ll be back at the Drydocks by nightfall? Many thanks, adventurer! I will not forget this kindness!
Ahtbyrm: I am relieved to hear that both Fyrilsmyd and the supplies are unharmed, though it was foolish for him to believe that I would blame him for that which was obviously out of his hands. Ahtbyrm: You see, there was no storm that day, and the seas here adjacent the Drydocks were as calm as a slumbering child. This leads me to believe that the trouble the ships encountered off Candlekeep Quay was of a less natural sort─the sort which the Sahagin have been known to conjure.
Lothaire, a guard at Galvanth’s Spire, wants you to visit the Hedgetree.
Lothaire: I have another task for you, adventurer. I need you to head to the Hedgetree to the southwest of here and speak with Hearer Leonnie. Lothaire: After tending to the Hedgetree, the Hearer was scheduled to board a boat from the Mirror Planks… Well, the vessel’s departure time has come and gone, but there is still no sign of her. Lothaire: Knowing how absorbed the Hearer becomes in her work, I am not unduly concerned. Armelle, however, was responsible for organizing Leonnie’s transportation and is likely wondering if her wayward passenger is ever going to arrive. Perhaps a gentle reminder is in order?
Leonnie: Yes, what troubles you, my de─? Ah. Yes. The boat. I had quite forgotten. Leonnie: Hm? Oh, my task with the Hedgetree is well and finished, but the elementals murmur of a malevolent presence in the vicinity of the Tam-Tara Deepcroft. Leonnie: I must abide a while longer, that I might better divine the source of the elementals’ distress. Please inform Armelle that I shall be late in arriving.
Armelle: You bear a message from Hearer Leonnie? An evil presence in the Deepcroft? That does sound grave, indeed. Armelle: I shall organize a vessel for a later time, then. Perhaps a bell from now? Two? Better make it three, just to be safe. Thank you for your trouble.
Leofric would like you to deliver an item to Horizon.
Leofric: As you may have noticed, I’m in no shape to leave Lost Hope right now. So, in my stead, I’d like you to return to Horizon and give this dagger to Fufulupa. Leofric: Although it’s just an old, ornamental dagger, it belongs with the Brass Blades of the Rose. Leofric: Aye, I should’ve given it to the boy before I came here…
Fufulupa: Ah, Marion! I received word from Captain Leofric the other day. Thank you for delivering the letter for me! Fufulupa: Wh-Why do you have that dagger!? Only a captain of the Brass Blades of the Rose is permitted to possess it! Fufulupa: Captain Leofric says I am to have it? There must be some mistake! Fufulupa: He couldn’t possibly mean to tell me that─ No, no, of course not. I am not worthy to wield it. Fufulupa: Nevertheless, I shall respect the captain’s wishes and take the dagger into safekeeping until he comes to reclaim it.
Ahtbyrm is looking for a member of his crew and the items he was supposed to deliver.
Ahtbyrm: Where in the seven hells is that man!? Not once in twelve moons has he been late with a shipment, and now two whole turns of the sun without a single word. Ahtbyrm: A shipwright of mine─a young man named Fyrilsmyd─recently left Candlekeep Quay to retrieve several crates of supplies ordered from Limsa Lominsa…but has yet to return. Ahtbyrm: I have sent several missives to Haldbroda, but his replies are always the same. He does not recall ever seeing the wright, nor the supplies he was scheduled to collect. That man knows something, and I severely doubt he is telling me the whole truth. Ahtbyrm: As I cannot leave my post, I would ask you to travel to Candlekeep Quay in my stead and inform Haldbroda that if he insists on playing these games, I will personally see that he is transferred to Turtleback Island, where he can rot alone in the middle of the sea for eternity.
Haldbroda: Eh? Does that self-righteous dog Ahtbyrm doubt that I’ve never told him anything less than the truth!? Haldbroda: Turtleback Island!? He cannot do that…can he? Haldbroda: I swear on my poor nana’s grave, Navigator rest her soul, I know naught of this Fyrilsmyd, nor his precious supplies. Haldbroda: Hells, we here at the Quay have had enough trouble these past few suns, what with the sinking of that Lominsan cargo ship off the Salt Strand. I haven’t the time to take a proper piss, let alone make note of every scrag that wanders in off the Grip.
Eylgar would like to impose upon the kindness of an adventurer.
Eylgar: You’re quite the compassionate adventurer, by the sound of it. Well far be it from me to look a gift chocobo in the mouth─I have need of a capable man like yourself. Eylgar: We received a peddler at the gates the other day─an excitable Lalafell that was sweating and swearing that he had been attacked by large winged beasts. Yet other than hornets, I know of no flying creatures in this region. Eylgar: If there’s any truth to what he said, it might prove problematic for other travelers. Follow the road south and see if you can find any evidence to support his claim. Eylgar: And, should you find something, kindly tell Lothaire to patrol his area sometime instead of just standing beneath the spire and staring at the godsdamned road. In those words.
Lothaire: …A northern vulture? Two? And they were defending a nest!? Lothaire: Well, I, uh…perhaps we could omit that last detail from any official reports. I would rather not give Eylgar any further cause to be cross. Lothaire: Thank you for slaying the beasts. You may rest assured that I will not permit this to happen again.
Leofric has a request for an adventurer looking to do some good.
Leofric: I thought I told you to get out of here. What, looking for a chance to do some good? (sigh) I guess I can’t force you to leave. Damn stubborn adventurers, the lot of you. Fine, then. Listen well. Leofric: A band of outlaws has taken up residence at the Quiveron Manse on the ridge to the south. Leofric: Their leader has styled himself heir to Eolande Quiveron, the Syndicate member who died in the Calamity. (spit) Leofric: The baron and his cronies are naught more than a pack of jackals. They prey on the people of Lost Hope, robbing them of what little they have. Leofric: I myself cannot act without endangering the refugees, as they know my face and will retaliate against Lost Hope. You, however, are not known to the bandits or their allies. If you wish to help us, then deal with the baron.
Leofric: So it is done? Good. I hope that wretch died screaming. Leofric: Ul’dah is more prosperous than ever, some say. That may be true for the Syndicate, but none of that wealth has trickled down to the smallfolk. Leofric: It’s all a mummer’s farce. One day, I refused to play my part─and so I was made to leave the stage. Leofric: Aye, my time has passed. The Brass Blades of the Rose must look to others for guidance.
Forgemaster H’naanza, head of Naldiq & Vymelli’s, wants you to assist with the workload over at the Moraby Drydocks.
H’naanza: What say you to taking on some work from Naldiq & Vymelli’s? We’ve a great hulking warship to build and could certainly use an extra hand for any number of tasks. H’naanza: For your first job, I need you to run this missive over to Ahtbyrm, the head shipwright at the Moraby Drydocks. H’naanza: We forge most of the ship’s bits and pieces here at the Armorers’ Guild, but the actual construction takes place at the docks found in the south of lower La Noscea. H’naanza: That’s also where you’ll find the main offices of Naldiq & Vymelli’s. The Moraby Drydocks is one of Limsa Lominsa’s most important districts─at least as far as I’m concerned─and I’m sure you’ll not regret attuning yourself to the area’s aetheryte. H’naanza: If you’ve no confidence in your sense of direction, you’d be best served making use of the chocobo porters. First floor of the Mizzenmast, in case you were wondering. H’naanza: Should you choose to make the trek on your own two feet, leave the city through the Tempest Gate and follow the road south. May the Navigator guide your steps.
Ahtbyrm: You have a missive for me from Forgemaster H’naanza? I assume it pertains to the pending arrival of the materials I ordered over a moon past. Let’s see it, then. Ahtbyrm: Blast and botheration! Another delay? I am well aware of the shortage of skilled artisans, but this is insufferable! Ahtbyrm: (sigh) My apologies. The messenger does not deserve to bear the brunt of my frustration. Might I have your name? Ahtbyrm: Meredith, is it? Well, Meredith, this proud maiden you see taking shape before you is the Victory, the first new vessel to grace the docks since the Calamity. Ahtbyrm: We may have lost the bulk of our ships that fateful day, but starting with this beauty, we will restore the Maelstrom’s fleet to its former glory. The Victory is more than a simple warship─it is the symbol of Limsa Lominsa’s rebirth from the wreckage wrought by the coming of the Seventh Umbral Era. Ahtbyrm: Thus we are striving to complete her construction as swiftly as possible, even going so far as to hire veteran shipwrights from outside the thalassocracy. Ahtbyrm: Yet even with such unprecedented measures, there are never enough hands to handle the abundance of tasks. Should you choose to linger at the docks for a time, there is no end of odd jobs for a hardworking adventurer. Be you fair warned─there is no place here for layabouts and troublemakers.
Roseline would like you to warn other sentries of the stranger’s activities.
Roseline: We cannot allow other sentries to dismiss similar sightings─they must know what we have learned. To that end, I’ve prepared this letter containing everything we know about our mysterious stranger. Roseline: I need you to show it to my comrades throughout the Shroud. Once each sentry has committed the details to memory, have them write their name at the bottom for confirmation. Roseline: Start with Elmar at the Bannock, then find Bernard at the eastern gates of Bentbranch Meadows. They ought to relay the information to the others. Roseline: Finally, make sure Eylgar sees the letter. He stands watch within the stables, so if this stranger’s aim is to harm the chocobos, Eylgar may have to personally put an end to it.
Elmar: You don’t look like you’re here for training… Elmar: A shadowy figure… Understood. I’ll pass word to the recruits as well as the sentries. Elmar: Let me just make my mark…there, that should do. Elmar: If you follow the road south, you’ll find Bernard by the bridge to Bentbranch. Godsspeed, adventurer.
Bernard: You have business with me, adventurer? Bernard: Roseline is right to be cautious. For this stranger to venture so close, yet go to such great lengths to remain undetected, is highly suspicious. They clearly have designs on Bentbranch. Bernard: We appreciate the help. I should write my name here, yes? Bernard: And…here, take it. You’ll find Eylgar in the stables, past the aetheryte.
Eylgar: Mind the birds, adventurer. They get nervous around strangers. Eylgar: What’s this? A shadowy stranger near the Matron’s Lethe… You’ve already shown this to Bernard and Elmar, I see. Good, good. Eylgar: Then all that’s left is to inform the staff here. Not everyone here is a Wood Wailer, true, but even our stableboys wouldn’t hesitate to take up arms to defend these chocobos.
Fufulupa wants you to track down a missing courier.
Fufulupa: Pray allow me to enlist your aid, brave adventurer. I would have you ascertain the whereabouts of a missive I sent to Lost Hope the other day. Fufulupa: Captain Leofric is stationed there. Ever since he was transferred, we’ve exchanged letters, but never before has it taken this long to receive a reply. Fufulupa: And so I fear that the courier may have met with some misfortune en route. Fufulupa: She must have made it to central Thanalan, or the Brass Blades that patrol the roads between here and Scorpion Crossing would have seen something. But, if she made it as far as Black Brush Station, she would have surely delivered the letter by now. Lost Hope is practically on its doorstep… Fufulupa: I suggest you focus your search on the road to Black Brush Station, in central Thanalan. With luck, you will find her quickly.
Seseli: Huh? A letter? Aye, I’ve got Fufulupa’s missive right here. Seseli: I won’t be deliverin’ it any time soon, though. Got to tend to my bird’s injured leg first. Even the most minor of cuts can fester if ignored. Seseli: Fufulupa sent you, right? If this is a pressin’ matter, why don’t you take it the rest of the way? Seseli: Lost Hope’s just past Black Brush Station, to the northeast. Look for the tents by the river.
Leofric: Just passing through, or will you be staying a while? Leofric: …Fufulupa sent you all this way because of a late letter? (sigh) The boy is still far too earnest. Leofric: Despite my demotion, he continues to call me Captain. I suspect he has no idea what it means to be transferred to Lost Hope either. Leofric: The Brass Blades don’t give a Qiqirn’s arse about this settlement. No one in Ul’dah does. Leofric: All here have been forsaken, adventurer. The refugees, their protectors. And you will be, too, if you’re seen associating with us. Leofric: Thank you for the letter. Now, for your own good, leave.
Keishinrei 