Grinners in the Mist

Grinners in the Mist

Quest giver

Jacke

Location

Limsa Lominsa Lower Decks (X:8, Y:16)

Class

Rogue

Level

20

Experience

 6,960

Gil

 0

Previous quest

Slave to the Code

Next quest

Sweet Sorrows

Patch

2.4

“

Jacke appears eager to hunt down the Maelstrom's stolen treasures.

— In-game description

Rewards

• 1   Iron Daggers

In addition to the above, choose one of the following options:

• 1   Goatskin Jacket
• 1   Goatskin Eyepatch
• 1   Goatskin Armguards
• 1   Goatskin Leg Guards
• 5   Allagan Bronze Piece

Steps

• Speak with La Thagran Checkpoint.
• Use Hide to gather information at the La Thagran Checkpoint.
• Report to Perimu Haurimu.
• Find the black marketeer at Tiller's Rest.
• Speak with the black marketeer.
• Speak with Jacke at the Rogues' Guild.
• Meet Jacke at the Moraby Drydocks and pursue the Grinning Curs.
• Speak with Jacke at the Moraby Drydocks.
• Speak with Jacke at the Rogues' Guild.

Journal

• Jacke appears eager to hunt down the Maelstrom's stolen treasures.

• Jacke has accepted the challenge put to him by Captain Milala, and sent his rogues out to gather information on the daring theft. As Perimu sheds some light on the nature of the three treasures, however, V'kebbe suddenly appears with urgent news─it would seem that the Yellowjackets have uncovered some of the Maelstrom's stolen goods during a routine checkpoint inspection. Wishing to confirm the veracity of her tale, the guildmaster sends you and Underfoot to investigate the commotion in middle La Noscea. Head out to the La Thagran Checkpoint and rendezvous with Perimu Haurimu.

• Perimu confirms that a peddler has indeed been apprehended for carrying merchandise stolen from the Maelstrom transport. Use your Hide ability to approach the Yellowjackets inspecting the cargo, and listen in on their progress.

• You have learned that the seized cargo contained nothing of real value. Report to Perimu Haurimu near the La Thagran Checkpoint.

• Perimu is relieved to hear that the treasures have yet to be found, but seems confused by the smuggler's intent. Find the black marketeer at Tiller's Rest, and uncover the truth behind the peddler's reasons for not avoiding the checkpoint.

• You find Underfoot's underworld acquaintance and are forced to subdue his Qiqirn bodyguards. *Approach the black marketeer at Tiller's Rest once more.

• After questioning the shadowy deal broker, you realize that the hapless peddler was almost certainly intended to be caught. Much to Perimu's surprise, you also learn that the perpetrators of the raid─the Grinning Curs─have concealed themselves within the dreaded mists of the Doxy's Pull. Hurry back to the Rogues' Guild and report your discoveries to Jacke.

• Upon hearing the revelations you uncovered at Tiller's Rest, Jacke immediately organizes an expedition into the Doxy's Pull. Travel to the Moraby Drydocks in lower La Noscea and join V'kebbe and the guildmaster in the hunt for the Grinning Curs.

• You have defeated the Grinning Curs aboard their own ship, and reclaimed the extraordinary blue diamond known as the Cerulean Star. Speak with Jacke back at the Moraby Drydocks.

• Though his musings for a suitable punishment are interrupted by the arrival of Captain Milala, Jacke is nevertheless content to release the Grinning Curs into Yellowjacket custody. Return to the Rogues' Guild and speak with Jacke concerning the future of what has apparently become a far more complicated job...

• According to the Grinning Cur captain, the remaining treasures are to be found in the hands of a mysterious group called the “Executioners.” Though not entirely certain of this new enemy's identity, Jacke appears sufficiently concerned to reiterate his desire to see you master your rogue skills. Continue with your training until your abilities have improved to the guildmaster's satisfaction.
  • ※The next rogue quest will be available from Jacke upon reaching level 25.

Dialogue

Accepting the quest

Jacke: Been practicin' yer dance steps, [Player]? 'Cause we're about ready to run rings 'round Captain Milala an' her swads.
Jacke: The Yellowjackets've been pressin' their investigations into the treasures what was cloyed from that Maelstrom tub, but, as ye know, we've got our own network o' coves what don't miss naught o' the goin's-on about town.
Jacke: As for the sharp end o' the job, it'll be you, me, Underfoot, an' the Stray. Let's get down to business, eh?

Cutscene

Jacke: V'kebbe's late to the feast, so I'll just make sure we're all on the same page for the now. When ye get down to it, we have two goals for this job: bite back them three treasures, an' mill the coves what cloyed 'em in the first place.
Jacke: Ye can be sure that that Yellowjacket shrew'll be doin' her damndest to beat us to the marks——an' seein' as the fate o' the guild is at stake we'd best not drag our dew beaters on this one.
Jacke: I say we grabble them baubles afore she's even lifted anchor, an' give her a proper reason to rage against us rogues!
Perimu Haurimu: Ye seem awful keen on this contest all of a sudden, Jacke.
Jacke: Aye, well, here's the thing... I sent me a grievance to the thalassocracy regardin' the shrew's challenge, but them paper-shufflers don't care a whit as long as one of us gets the job done.
Jacke: So I figured I'd sail with the wind, rather than against it. Besides, we wouldn't want to shirk our duties an' force poor Captain Milala to blunder about in the scary darkmans, would we?
Perimu Haurimu: ...How very gentlemanly of ye.
Jacke: Well, them's the cards what we've been dealt, ain't they? Now stow yer quips an' let's hear what ye've learned about them bloody treasures already!
Perimu Haurimu: Aye, the treasures... Accordin' to the manifest o' that Maelstrom vessel, we're lookin' to bite back the "Cerulean Star," the "Silver Sorrows," an' somethin' called the "Black Sarcophagus."
Perimu Haurimu: Aside from the fancy names, I was able to whiddle a few more details. The "Cerulean Star," for starters, is a big ol' blue diamond what shines like...well, like a star, I s'pose.
Perimu Haurimu: Then we've got the "Silver Sorrows"——a pair of earrings what once graced the whattles of a sultana of Ul'dah. There's a tale there, but one what don't concern us at present.
Perimu Haurimu: Lastly, this "Black Sarcophagus" thing... I'm afraid that that one remained a mystery no matter how much I poked an' prodded.
Perimu Haurimu: ...In any case, all three o' these trinkets was recorded as spoils from official privateerin' raids.
Perimu Haurimu: Now, as ye know, a pirate'll usually sell his plunder through a reliable fence. Sometimes, though, holdin' an auction is the only way to off-load goods what is too extravagant or just too bleedin' rare for the average cull to deal in.
Perimu Haurimu: Our three wondrous treasures fell into the "auction only" category. When the biddin' began in Aleport, the thalassocracy weighed in with its ample purse, made some unmatchable offers, then organized a tub for the merchandise to be shipped back to Limsa...
Jacke: An' that's when our marks swooped in an' picked their transport clean...
Jacke: I had a few whids with them Maelstrom sailors as survived the attack, an' they pointed the finger at the Grinnin' Curs.
Jacke: Problem is, not one cull's seen hide nor hair o' the Curs——not to mention their bloody ship——since the raid.
V'kebbe: <huff> Sorry I'm late, Jacke... <puff> ...But ye'll want to hear this!
V'kebbe: Some o' the cargo what was cloyed from that transport was just found durin' a routine inspection at the La Thagran Checkpoint!
Jacke: La Thagran!? ...Have the Curs made landfall, then?
Jacke: An' what o' the treasures? Any mention o' them?
V'kebbe: Naught that I've heard. But the 'Jackets ain't done shakin' out all the boxes yet.
Jacke: Then we'd better get eyes out there, quick-like. [Player], Underfoot, yer fresh for a run, ain't ye?
Perimu Haurimu: Come on, colt, I'll race ye out to the checkpoint.

Speaking to Perimu Haurimu

Perimu Haurimu: I won our race! Ye owe me a pint, [Player]! ...Japes aside, though, it looks like V'kebbe was right about the cargo.
Perimu Haurimu: From what I've been able to catch from them swads at the gate, it seems a peddler was boned for carryin' goods what was known to be aboard that transport.
Perimu Haurimu: They carted the poor sod away in chains, but the cargo itself is still there. ...I saw a pair o' 'Jackets carryin' boxes up that wooden ramp.
Perimu Haurimu: We need to know what's in them crates. I get the feelin' they won't open their gans for the askin', though——not while this fool's challenge is goin' on. Do ye think ye could skulk over there an' see if they've found them treasures yet?

Approaching the crates

System: The Yellowjackets are discussing the contents of the crates...
Yellowjacket: This's all junk. No diamond, no earrings, an' no bloody Black Sarcophagus. Looks like we'll have to lean hard on that skinny peddler if we're to find them treasures.
Yellowjacket: The sergeant says the merchant's still pleading ignorance. Claims he was hired to carry the goods through the checkpoint and naught else.
Yellowjacket: What a pile o' pugil shite! I'm guessin' the pirates've split the cargo an' are tryin' their luck at every checkpoint. Captain Milala's already given orders to double the guard and inspect every cart an' wagon what comes through.

Reporting back to Perimu Haurimu

Perimu Haurimu: Hmmm, so they've found naught o' value, eh? Bene. Thought we'd lost the contest afore we'd even properly started.
Perimu Haurimu: But be that as it may, somethin' don't add up here... Why would ye order a cull to carry the goods through the checkpoint? No smuggler is that daft, surely!
Perimu Haurimu: An' even if by some miracle o' the gods ye squirmed through La Thagran without raisin' a fuss, why would ye risk takin' merchandise back to the city what ye cloyed it from?
Perimu Haurimu: No, there's a bigger picture here, an' we need to take a step back to see it...
Perimu Haurimu: Assumin' the Curs hired this peddler to do their dirty work, there'll be someone in the shadows as brokered the deal. An' I just happen to know a cove what makes it his business to oversee these kinds o' shady arrangements.
Perimu Haurimu: The thing is, this black marketeer bloke changes his haunts dependin' on how the breeze blows. Quite literally, in fact. I seem to recall the Navigator's Veil bein' shifted by a westerly this mornin', so that'd put him...
Perimu Haurimu: ...Ah, at Tiller's Rest. Nice an' close. Why don't we go ask him a few questions afore we head back to the guild?

Speaking to the Black Marketeer

Black Marketeer: I pride myself on my memory for faces, but yours is unknown to me. Are you an earnest customer...or an inquisitive annoyance? I must be sure of your intentions.

Speaking to the Black Marketeer again - cutscene

Black Marketeer: Gyahahaha! <wheeze> The dance is old, but the name is new! Put away your daggers, rogue.
Black Marketeer: I have peddled my wares to your kind since the Upright Thieves stalked the night. Speak! What would you have of this humble merchant?
Perimu Haurimu: Still tormentin' the colts, eh, granddad? We've come for information on a smugglin' job.
Perimu Haurimu: There was this peddler what was caught at the La Thagran Checkpoint movin' merchandise for the Grinnin' Curs. Pleaded innocence even when he had the screws put to him. Ye wouldn't know aught about that deal, would ye?
Black Marketeer: Every last sordid detail. Not a single grain of stolen sand passes through the shadows without my knowledge!
Black Marketeer: ...But such prickly wisdom lodges tightly in one's throat. What have you brought to ease the pain of its passage?
Perimu Haurimu: Spare me the theatrics, granddad. Here's yer usual purse.
Black Marketeer: The sum is paid! The deal is made! May my answers sate your fickle hunger.
Black Marketeer: Your hapless peddler was indeed innocent. He was but a beast of burden employed by associates of the Grinning Curs, and likely knew naught of his freight's tainted nature.
Black Marketeer: ...A pawn, if you will; a convenient decoy. There are those amongst my acquaintances who specialize in providing such services.
Perimu Haurimu: Aye, that's what I thought——the Curs wanted that cull to get caught. An' now the 'Jackets have had a taste, they'll waste their time yafflin' every shite-pie what comes through their checkpoints.
Perimu Haurimu: Meanwhile, the real treasures are hidden away in the darkmans, along with the Grinnin' Curs.
Black Marketeer: ...Not the "darkmans," master rogue. The mist.
Black Marketeer: Aside from the traveling merchant, the Curs' associates have spent coin on another piece for this little game.
Black Marketeer: ...A navigator. One who is practiced in piloting a vessel through the Doxy's Pull.
Perimu Haurimu: The Doxy's...!? The gods only know how many ships've sailed into that fog soup an' never come out again... An' that's where ye say the Curs have gone to ground!?
Perimu Haurimu: Now there's a trick what took some bollocks. Once their hunted tub was sittin' dimber in the mist, though, it would've been easy to have these "associates" o' theirs ferry the junk goods to La Noscea.
Perimu Haurimu: Then the canny coves just needed to wait for the peddler to get boned, an' draw the glazes o' the Yellowjackets inland. We need to strike now... As soon as they learn the coast is clear, they'll flee for open waters!
Black Marketeer: A fair appraisal of events. Now that you know the location of your marks, however, it will not be so difficult to track them down.
Black Marketeer: The Doxy's Pull was once an impenetrable shroud, but ever since the Calamity the mists are far less...constant.
Black Marketeer: Narrow your search to the heaviest banks, and you will soon uncover those who wish to remain unseen.
Black Marketeer: But now, a warning: the mists conceal other dangers besides the dogs you seek. A careless step may land you upon the chopping block.
Perimu Haurimu: The "chopping block"!? Ye can't mean...
Perimu Haurimu: ...Seems I've found meself another lead to look into. You hurry on back to Jacke an' tell him what we've learned so far.

Reporting back to Jacke

Jacke: About time, lad/lass. Ye was gone so long I almost sent the Stray after ye. What happened to Underfoot?
Jacke: ...So our marks an' their bitten baubles are snug inside the Doxy's Pull, eh?
Jacke: I'll not discount the old man's warnin', but we may not have a benar chance to crash the Curs an' grabble them treasures. We board their ship right now——you, me, an' V'kebbe.
Jacke: ...I s'pose we'll be needin' ourselves a tub for the voyage. I'll have whids with Swarsynt, an' see what the Drydocks can spare us by way of a ship an' a reliable crew. Get yer kit together an' meet us there.

Speaking to Jacke

Jacke: All right, [Player]? I've pulled in some favors, an' there's a crew what'll get us close enough to scamper aboard the Curs' vessel.
Jacke: It'll be cramped up on that deck——if we try to mill the whole lot at once, we'll soon find ourselves up against the rails. So we go in quick an' quiet, an' try to knock 'em off a few at a time.
Jacke: Well, colt? Are ye eager to test yer sea legs?

Solo duty

Captain Jacke: Right, no one's seen us so far.
Let's get to work.
Captain Jacke: I'll sink me stabbers in the captain.
Those two back there are yers.
V'kebbe the Stray: Follow me, [Player]!
Grinning Cur Swab: R-Rogues!? All the bloody way out 'ere!?
Grinning Cur Cap'n: I don't know 'ow ye found us...
But they'll never find what's left o' you!
Grinning Cur Cap'n: Slippery bastards!
Let's see just 'ow quick ye are!
Grinning Cur Cap'n: Open the cage!
Let the Growler off 'is chain!

Cutscene

V'kebbe: Jacke, I found me one o' them treasures! Unless there's another fist-sized blue diamond on board, it's gotta be the Cerulean Star.
V'kebbe: As for them other two baubles... I've tossed the cabins an' been through the hold ilm by ilm, but there's naught else here.
Jacke: Well, we'll just have to ask all sweet-like, won't we? Spit it out, Cur: where're ye keepin' the rest o' yer treasures?
Grinning Cur Cap'n: Hah! Ye think I'd spill me guts for the likes o' you, rogue?
Jacke: Maybe ye wouldn't, at that. ...But what about this partner yer workin' with?
Grinning Cur Cap'n: 'Ow'd ye——? We don't need no partner!
Jacke: So yer tellin' me this was all yer own idea? Ye woke up one day an' decided ye'd attack a Maelstrom transport right off the coast of Aleport, then disappear into the lovin' embrace o' the Doxy's Pull?
Jacke: ...Not exactly yer style, is it?
Jacke: The Grinnin' Curs are too bleedin' famous for bein' the crew what turned their snouts up at privateerin' in favor o' keepin' to the old ways.
Jacke: Ye've only escaped the Yellowjackets' grip this long by crawlin' on yer bellies an' snatchin' scraps what fell from the table. Ye ain't the type to sink yer teeth into a navy-owned vessel, no matter the prize.
Grinning Cur Cap'n: ...Aye, well, maybe there ain't no profit in bein' cautious no more.
Grinning Cur Cap'n: The age o' pirates is swift comin' to an end. Merlwyb won't be stopped——not by a piddlin' little crew like mine.
Grinning Cur Cap'n: That's why we've thrown our lot in with the Executioners.
Grinning Cur Cap'n: That blue rock was just our share o' the loot——the "scraps from the table," like ye said. If ye want them other trinkets, then ye'll 'ave to take it up with our new mates.
Jacke: ...One job at a time, lad/lass. First, we need to get these stinkin' coves an' their tub back to the docks.

Speaking to Jacke again - cutscene

Jacke: Puttin' aside the issue o' who gave the orders, there's no doubt that these was the coves as raided that Maelstrom ship. Now for a punishment what fits the crime...
Milala: I was informed that a certain well-known pirate ship was spotted weighing anchor at the Moraby Drydocks. ...I assume that this was your work?
Jacke: Aye, ye missed all the excitement, Captain. But never ye mind: the Cerulean Star is back an' bob in our sneaky little fambles.
Milala: ...Hmph!
Milala: And these must be the Grinning Curs...
Milala: Degenerate fiends! How dare you ply your filthy trade in Lominsan waters! How many innocent sailors were massacred that you might sate your vile avarice!?
Milala: Every one of your kind ought to be lined up and shot! A musket ball is the only answer for this rampant display of lawlessness!
Jacke: Wait, wait, wait, do ye mean to just execute 'em here on the bloody docks!? At least take the buggers into custody first.
Jacke: Handin' 'em over to ye for lawful punishment'll satisfy the demands of the code just as well. We've already got the answers to our questions, so feel free to take 'em away.
Milala: Do not presume to give me orders, rogue! You only managed to capture these villains and their ill-gotten treasure by employing unsavory and unconscionable means. Why, you're naught more than pirates yourselves!
Grinning Cur Cap'n: These bastards ain't worth a true pirate's spit!
Grinning Cur Cap'n: The Upright Thieves was formed to protect us from ourselves! Now they're just 'untin' dogs for the Admiral!
Grinning Cur Cap'n: Merlwyb yanks the leash, an' another buccaneer disappears. You rogues are traitors to yer own kind! If it hadn't been for you...
Jacke: Aye? Go on, then. Blame me an' me coves for yer own failures.
Jacke: Ye knew what ye was about when ye defied the code; ye knew that we'd be after ye. ...We're done here.
Milala: There are still two treasures left, rogue! And I mean to claim them both.
Jacke: I'd reconsider this contest of yers, Captain. Turns out this fish we're tryin' to hook is a shark...an' it might just swallow ye whole.

Reporting back to Jacke

Jacke: Bene work on that ship, [Player]. First blood is ours!
Jacke: How'd ye take to fightin' a-sea? There are few as can drop an opponent as quick as a rogue, but mind ye don't exhaust yerself just flailin' yer blades at the tougher coves.
Jacke: An' that goes double for when ye've mates on yer flanks. If ye notice yerself startin' to flag, there's naught wrong with pullin' back from time to time an' staggerin' yer attacks with each other to keep the pressure on.
Jacke: ...I've said it afore, colt, but I'll need ye sharp enough to carve steel for what's to come. I'm afraid this'll be more of a challenge than even what that little shrew was bargainin' for.
Jacke: That's assumin' the Curs wasn't lyin' about the Executioners...and the Executioners are who I bloody think they are. 'Twixt you and me, though, I'm hopin' the name is just some laughable coincidence...