Staelwyrn worries his sack of oranges will not reach the La Thagran Checkpoint as planned.

Staelwyrn: Pains me to say, but all the gil in the world can’t buy loyalty. There are some, like you, who can be trusted. But then there are others…
Staelwyrn: Until now, I’ve had no choice but to rely on that charlatan Sevrin, even though I am full aware he’s been doin’ shady deals behind my back. More than once I’ve heard tell of improper tradin’ with goblins.
Staelwyrn: I wouldn’t be the least surprised if that were happenin’ right now. Not a bell ago, a sack of oranges vanished, as did Sevrin. I want you to find and confront the bastard for me, Croix. I’m sure there’s wrongdoin’ afoot, so be sure to doubt anythin’ that comes out of his mouth.

Sevrin: Bloody hells! I’m up the strait without a paddle!
Sevrin: What’s this now? Staelwyrn sent you for the oranges? Huh… So the old bugger had known all this time… Argh, what does it matter anyway?
Sevrin: Listen, you’re one o’ those goody-goody adventurer types, right? Go rescue me mates from those double-dealin’ goblins! They’re just over yonder by the bonfire.

Eyrimhus: Sevrin sent you? Hah! The way he flew out of here, I was sure he’d sold us down the river!

Sozai Rarzai: If you hadn’t come, my dodo would’ve been cooked! Mmm…cooked dodo.

Aylmer: I owe you one. Would’ve gotten away meself if not fer Sevrin shovin’ me aside.

Sevrin: You saved me mates, and for that, I owe you.
Sevrin: S’pose I should be ashamed I couldn’t clean up my own mess…
Sevrin: …But a pirate knows no shame! I’ve no qualms about goin’ back on my word! I’m only givin’ you this sack ’cause I like the cut of your jib. Take it to Ossine, an’ send him my regards.

Ossine: What have we here? A delivery from Summerford Farms, and as scheduled? Hah! There’s a first time for everything!
Ossine: Well, look at that… Not a single one missing, either! About the only things not here are those bagmen, and I don’t miss them one bit.
Ossine: Here’s Staelwyrn’s payment in full. With you, I can trust it’ll reach him!

Staelwyrn: Back in one piece! That’s a relief. How did you fare, Croix?
Staelwyrn: Ah, this is what I was aimin’ for! Looks to be all I was owed, all right. Though, I’d be tellin’ you false if I claimed I had not held out more hope for Sevrin.
Staelwyrn: I was even willin’ to overlook the skimmin’ off the top, but to sell us all short in favor of those godsforsaken goblins… (sigh)
Staelwyrn: You’d do well to mind yourself around that two-gil cheat. If he’d leave his own mates for dead, there’s no tellin’ what he’d do to you.

A guard at Gilbert’s Spire named Monranguin needs you to recover the surveying equipment left behind in a cave by a startled recruit.

Monranguin: Such an embarrassing turn of events… I sent a recruit from the Bannock on a surveying expedition only for the craven to turn tail and flee at the first sign of trouble.
Monranguin: This is not how we treat requests from the conjurers! And as if such a poor showing weren’t bad enough, the lily-livered half-wit left behind the surveying equipment provided by Hearer Pauline herself!
Monranguin: While I attempt to instill some backbone into this so-called “soldier,” would you mind recovering the survey gear and returning it to Hearer Pauline at Gabineaux’s Bower?
Monranguin: According to my recruit’s tale of woe, there should be a set of survey records, a surveyor’s rope, and two boxes of surveyor’s instruments strewn about the interior of a cave to the south of here. (sigh) It’s a wonder the damn fool didn’t lose his boots… Ahem. Matron watch over you.

Pauline: Yes, may I assist you with some matter?
Pauline: Oh? But this is the equipment I left with the soldiers of the Bannock…
Pauline: Fled at the first sign of danger, you say? I see…
Well, all is not lost: it appears the recruit managed to complete the surveying assignment. The records are actually quite detailed.
Pauline: With the changes wrought by the Calamity, I thought it wise to send the Order of the Twin Adder on a number of expeditions to map the region’s topography. As fortune would have it, the officers saw these tasks as an excellent opportunity to train inexperienced soldiers.
Pauline: We can no longer rely on our past knowledge of the Twelveswood. If we are to survive these troubled times, we must reacquaint ourselves with our surroundings, that we may better discern the threats we face. Stay vigilant, adventurer.

Roger hears all sorts of information in his line of work, some of which may be useful to you.

Roger: Word is, Black Brush Station’s sorely undermanned. The Stone Torches there can’t get a moment’s peace.
Roger: Bloke by the name o’ Warin is hopin’ to bolster their numbers for a short-term assignment or two. If you fancy puttin’ a few extra gil in yer pocket, you could do a lot worse.

Warin: Looking for work, perchance? If so, you couldn’t have come at a better time.
Warin: We Stone Torches are sellswords hired by Amajina & Sons Mineral Concern to protect its interests. Our primary duty here is to keep the tracks clear of pests, and it is for this purpose that we require your aid.
Warin: I should point out, however, that it can be messy work, and liable to get messier still if you’re ill prepared.
Warin: A single piece of gear can mean the difference between life and death. I’ll not have it on my conscience that I sent an ill-equipped adventurer to an untimely demise.
Warin: See to it that your arms and armor are in order. When you are ready, present yourself to me again.

Warin: So you are ready for inspection?
Warin: Good. Everything appears in order.
Warin: Yet know that naught is guaranteed in this world. Fate is a fickle mistress, after all. At any rate, capable adventurers like you are few and far between, and I would not have you throw your life away.
Warin: I have had to bury too many comrades who brushed aside cracks in their hauberks and dints in their helms. No matter what you face, do not disregard the importance of gear.