Ffxiv Rising To The Challenge

Lv. fifteen Rise to the Claiming

Sidequests ⇒ Lominsan Sidequests ⇒ La Noscean Sidequests

Quest

^{Patch ii.2}

Conquering

I'tolwann: Limsa Lominsa Upper Decks - The Drowning Wench (x:11.5, y:11)

Closest Aetheryte: Limsa Lominsa Lower Decks → The Aftcastle

Requirements

071201.png15Call of the Sea (Gridania)

Call of the Sea (Gridania) (Level 15)
071201.png15Call of the Bounding main (Ul'dah)

Call of the Sea (Ul'dah) (Level 15)

Any Grade (Level fifteen)

Rewards

720

Experience Points

Options

Miscellaneous Reward
Unlocks Challenge Log Active Assist
Unlocks the Challenge Log.

Clarification

I'tolwann is ill pleased with the abandon of the Wench's customers.

Objectives

Speak with Quentenain.
Evangelize the well-worn periodical to Wastlleid at the Lominsan ferry docks.

Unlocks Quests


071341.png47Squadron and Commander (Immortal Flames) Squadron and Commander (Immortal Flames) (Level 47)
071341.png47Squadron and Commander (Maelstrom) Squadron and Commander (Maelstrom) (Level 47)
071341.png47Squadron and Commander (Twin Adder) Squadron and Commander (Twin Adder) (Level 47)

Items Involved

NPCs Involved
Maps
		I'tolwann, Quentenain, Wastlleid

I'tolwann is ill pleased with the carelessness of the Wench's customers.
A weighty and well-worn journal has been left backside at the Wench, and I'tolwann would see it returned to its owner─a beginning-time customer who enjoyed Baderon'southward ale a bit as well much. She informs y'all that Quentenain, a regular at the Wench, was drinking with the stranger and might know something virtually his whereabouts.
Quentenain recalls the volume's possessor well, if not fondly─the man in question downed enough ale to sink a small vessel and left his drinking companion to pay for his excess. Despite having no interest in seeing the raucous Roegadyn's possessions returned, he nevertheless suggests that you may observe your homo at the Lominsan ferry docks.
You successfully return the journal to its owner, a self-assured adventurer past the name of Wastlleid, who informs you lot that the impressive tome is a self-penned log of his exploits. In return for your kindness, he affords you lot a similar, unused book, that you lot might likewise continue a record of your deeds.

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I'tolwann

We all know how information technology feels to have had ane too many─that's why I'll not fault our patrons for much of what goes on at our tables. Simply is it besides much to ask that they keep their belongings on their person when they exit?

It wouldn't bother me so much if half of them didn't show upwardly a week later, ranting and raving as if their drunken heedlessness were somehow my fault!

Take this impressive-looking journal right here. Every bit frequently used equally it seems to exist, I've no incertitude its owner is tearing up the town searching for his prized possession.

A stranger, he was─a swarthy Roegadyn who enjoyed his potable. Seemed to be getting on well with one of our regulars, Quentenain. Perhaps you could still grab up with him and spare me the headache. I'd offering y'all a free drink, but last time I did that Baderon docked my wages.

Quentenain

Take I seen who? Look, just 'cause I spend more nights at the Wench than in me own domicile doesn't mean I'm mates with every sod who comes stumblin' through the doors.

Wait a infinitesimal...that bloody book! Why didn't ye say so sooner!? The tight-arsed bastard drained twenty flagons and promptly passed out, leavin' yers truly to foot the neb.

Said he was headin' for Aleport─aye, where else, the scurvy sop. Nymeia willin', he's still stranded at the ferry docks, though the gods know it won't assist get me gil back.

If yer lookin' for the owner of that bloody book, like as not ye'll discover him at the ferry docks. That or passed out in a gutter somewhere 'long the way, chokin' on his ain vomit. Would serve him right, if y'all enquire me.

Wastlleid

If you have concern with me, be quick about it. My ferry and my adjacent great adventure look.

My journal! Why, I idea I had lost it forever! Pardon my rudeness, friend. Peradventure I should have stopped after nineteen flagons. Har har!

Did y'all steal a glance at its pages, mayhap? No? A shame, that. For this volume contains─how might I say it?─a record of my numerous adventures. Quite the inspiring read, if I do say so myself. Which I believe I just did! Har har!

You've the air of adventurer about you, if one nonetheless untested. Only take heart! Even the nigh achieved adventurer─and I speak from personal experience─was once a whelp with more than dreams than sense.

Wastlleid

You've the air of adventurer virtually you, and i most as achieved as myself. Had information technology been you beyond the table from me at the Wench last dark, I imagine the tales would have been not bad and the ale all the sweeter.

Were there only some way for me to repay your─but of grade! I've a fresh journal correct hither that might as well have your name on it. Why not keep a record of your ain, that one twenty-four hours we might regale each other with stories of our deeds?

And with that, I shall be off, for run a risk─and a flagon or xx of the realm's finest ale─calls me. Fare y'all well on your journey, and next time you detect yourself at the Wench, exercise thank that Elezen fellow for his generosity. Har har!