Promises Kept

Promises Kept

Quest giver

House Fortemps Knight

Location

The Pillars (X:11, Y:11)

Quest line

Post-Dragonsong Main Scenario Quests

Level

60

Experience

 5,000

Gil

 908

Previous quest

Litany of Peace

Next quest

Shadows of the First

Patch

3.4

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Main Scenario Progress: 361 / 960 (37.6%)

   

Heavensward Progress: 120 / 138 (87%)

   

“

A new day dawns in Ishgard, and the House Fortemps knight has tidings for you.

— In-game description

Rewards

Choose one of the following options:

• 1   Heavenly Eggnog
• 1   Wildwood Scrambled Eggs
• 1   Spaghetti Carbonara
• 1   Allagan Silver Piece

Steps

• Speak with the House Borel steward.

• Return to Fortemps Manor.

• Speak with Alphinaud.

Journal

• Now that the excitement of recent days has given way to some semblance of new normality, Ser Aymeric de Borel, fresh from his appointment as lord speaker of the House of Lords, has extended to you a formal invitation to dine with him at his estate. It would seem that your long-overdue drink with the lord commander is at last at hand -- should you so desire.

• The evening at Borel Manor surpasses all expectation. In between several courses of the finest cuisine you have ever tasted, you and Ser Aymeric discuss subjects great and small. The conversation flows as smoothly as the wine, and for the first time in ages, you feel at peace. Yet all good things must come to an end, and this respite is no exception, for when a House Fortemps herald suddenly arrives and declares that Thancred has returned with an injured maiden who may not live through the night, you know what you must do.

• The maiden is revealed to be none other than Alisaie, Alphinaud's twin sister, who had long ago decided to part ways with her brother. Thancred explains that after tracking the Warriors of Darkness for some time, he discovered that she too had attempted to learn more of the enigmatic adventurers. Alas, her efforts were rather less subtle than his, and Thancred was forced to spirit her away to Ishgard. Struck by a poisoned arrow as they fled, Alisaie now teeters on the brink of death, but before being passed into the care of the chirurgeons, she musters the strength to warn you of Garuda's imminent summoning in Xelphatol -- and of the primal's planned death at the hands of the Warriors of Darkness.

• Realizing that he can do naught else for his sister, Alphinaud places his faith in Captain Whitecape and bids you join him in addressing a matter whose conclusion you may yet influence. The Warriors of Darkness are conspiring with the Ascians to goad the Ixal into summoning their patron deity, and only you have the power to stop them.

Dialogue

Accepting the Quest (Cutscene)

House Fortemps Knight: Mistress/Master [Surname], Mistress/Master [Surname]! You are come at a most excellent time. 
House Fortemps Knight: An invitation from a truly preeminent personage was delivered to the manor but a short while ago. Would that you had been present to receive it, but in any event...
House Fortemps Knight: Ser Aymeric de Borel, lord speaker of the House of Lords, lord commander of the Temple Knights, and viscount of House Borel, cordially invites Mistress/Master [Surname] to dine with him at his estate. 
House Fortemps Knight: You seem surprised. The messenger assured me that his lord had broached the subject with you at an earlier date—when the arrangements for the peace conference were still being finalized... 
House Fortemps Knight: Of course, the intervening moons afforded little opportunity for leisure. But with the happy advent of peace, 'tis plain the lord commander sees no further cause to delay. What say you? 

< What will you say?>
< I should be glad to accept! >
< I would, but I haven't the foggiest what to wear. Any thoughts? >
< To be honest, I'd rather not... >

< I should be glad to accept! >
House Fortemps Knight: Indeed, who would not! You will forgive me if I seem envious. Ahem! 
House Fortemps Knight: I shall send word of your acceptance to Borel Manor at once. When you are ready, pray report to the Astrologicum. They will have someone escort you the rest of the way.

< I would, but I haven't the foggiest what to wear. Any thoughts? >
House Fortemps Knight: Y-You would ask me!? Well, I...I am sure that as a personal friend of Ser Aymeric, you are at liberty to wear whatever you deem appropriate. That said... 
House Fortemps Knight: “When in doubt, a man of note could do far worse than an alpine coat!” 
House Fortemps Knight: ...At least, that is what Lord Emmanellain has been heard to say. I-I assume the same holds true for ladies. Ahem. When you are ready, pray report to the Astrologicum. A man of House Borel shall be waiting near there to escort you the rest of the way.

< To be honest, I'd rather not... >
House Fortemps Knight: You─ You would rather not? Well...that is a great shame. The messenger went out of his way to express how very much his lord was looking forward to the occasion... 
House Fortemps Knight: Forgive me, but might I trouble you to reconsider, if only as a courtesy to your friend, Ser Aymeric? At the very least, 'twill be an opportunity to sample the finest in Ishgardian cuisine. Should you choose to heed my counsel, a man of House Borel will be waiting for you near the Astrologicum.

Optional Dialogue

House Fortemps Knight: Pray look for Ser Aymeric's man near the Astrologicum. He will escort you to Borel Manor.

House Fortemps Manservant: Now that my lord Artoirel has assumed the mantle of count, the mood of the manor has shifted somewhat. I do not mean for the worse, of course!
House Fortemps Manservant: Though my lord seeks to succeed his father in word and deed, the demands of a new era necessarily dictate a new direction. And wheresoever the count leads us, the servants of House Fortemps shall follow!

House Fortemps Steward: Welcome home, Mistress/Master Surname. Ah, I see you yet find it passing strange to be greeted in such a manner.
House Fortemps Steward: Upon assuming the mantle of count, my lord Artoirel's first instruction to the servants was to greet the greatest friend of House Fortemps as a member of the family.

Alphinaud: 'Twould seem that our dear friend Estinien has slipped from his sickbed and vanished from the city.
Estinien: Were it anyone else I might expect a word of farewell, but such is not his way. Nevertheless, I shall thuroughly berate him for his lack of manners the next time we meet!

Tataru: When the Horde began their assault, I made sure to have my trusty grimoire to hand and incantations at the ready!
Tataru: It had been some time since I last conjured Carbuncle, however, and...well, it's probably best that we not discuss how that ended.

Lucia: Your deeds have scattered the dark clouds that have long loomed over Ishgard. On my oath, we shall not squander the bright future you have won for us...

Speaking with the House Borel steward

House Borel Steward: Greetings and well met, Mistress/Master [Surname]. 
House Borel Steward: I have the honor and the privilege to serve as head steward of House Borel—though, admittedly, our staff is somewhat smaller than those of other noble families...being countable on one hand. 
House Borel Steward: Ahem! My lord will be overjoyed to hear that you have accepted his invitation. As you will soon see, we have spared no expense. 
House Borel Steward: I daresay a woman/man of action such as yourself enjoys nary a moment's respite. Aye, the battlefield beckons even now, I am sure, but for this day, we bid you lay down your burdens and raise a glass to peace and prosperity. 

Cutscene

Aymeric: To think the moogles would prove such harsh taskmasters! Forgive me, I did not know you had suffered so in your quest for the horn. 
Aymeric: I must say, your spirited accounts always come as a welcome change from the arid reports which fill my days. 
Aymeric: Though I have lived in these lands my entire life, to hear you speak of them, there is much and more I have yet to see. Truly, yours was a marvelous journey. 

< What will you say? >
< Though perhaps a bit long for my liking. >
< Why not join me on the next? >
< It wasn't all sunshine and lemoncakes. >

< Though perhaps a bit long for my liking. >
Aymeric: Long and arduous, aye. Not unlike the journey that Ishgard has at last embarked upon─thanks to the efforts of you and yours.

< Why not join me on the next? > 
Aymeric: Hah! Well...truth be told, when I think back on the sweeping vistas of the Churning Mists, I do feel some slight pangs of wanderlust... 
Aymeric: Alas, much as I would like to accept your invitation, I fear my present duties with the House of Lords demand my undivided attention. Someday, perhaps.

< It wasn't all sunshine and lemoncakes. > 
Aymeric: Nor would I presume to imply otherwise. Neither I nor any man alive can truly understand what you have endured, and I cannot say with any confidence that I would have acquitted myself as well under the circumstances─much less grown stronger for it. 

(All)
Aymeric: By your deeds, you have helped us to lay the foundation for lasting reform. 
Aymeric: The formation of the republic is but the beginning, for it is not only our system of governance which must needs change. We the people must learn to let go of our hatreds and rise above our bloody past. 
Aymeric: I only pray that I live long enough to see us achieve some measure of success—that I might know the lost did not die in vain. 
Aymeric: I can still see you there, on the Steps of Faith, striding fearlessly towards the wyrm... If you could do that, who are we to balk at the challenges ahead? 
Aymeric: The question of how best to strengthen ties with the other great nations of Eorzea has been debated at length in the Lords and Commons of late. 
Aymeric: As you may imagine, maintaining stability during this period of historic upheaval is our paramount concern. Nevertheless, we are greatly indebted to the Alliance for their support during the grand melee, and it would be remiss of us not to repay their faith in kind. 
Aymeric: Of course, we owe you the greatest debt of all, and it is my hope in extending our support to you and the Scions, we might also express our gratitude to our neighbors—nay, our fellow Eorzeans, whom we pray you will continue to protect. 
Aymeric: The Lords and Commons agree on very little, but not a soul in either house begrudges your order this offer of patronage. For all you have done and will do, we thank you. 
Aymeric: ...May I ask a personal question?
Aymeric: Now that the dust has settled, what will you do? Not as a Scion, I mean, but...what do you want for yourself? 

House Fortemps Knight: Lord Commander, pray forgive the interruption! 

Aymeric: News from House Fortemps? 

House Fortemps Knight: An urgent message for the Warrior of Light. I was instructed to deliver it without delay. 
House Fortemps Knight: Master Thancred returned to the manor a short time ago, bearing an injured maiden. 
House Fortemps Knight: Master Leveilleur and Mistress Tataru are tending to her wounds, but they like not her chances. Respectfully, my lord—they have requested the Warrior of Light's immediate presence. 

Aymeric: You must go to them, my friend. And I shall go with you. 

Voiceover

Papalymo: For every ending marks a new beginning. 
Papalymo: From tragedy and sacrifice we rise to greet a new dawn. As did she/he. 
Papalymo: Only to be drawn unto another battlefield, another cause, as if by fate...

Returning to Fortemps Manor (Cutscene)

Aymeric: Is that...?

Thancred: Alisaie, Alphinaud's twin sister. 
Thancred: She ran afoul of the Warriors of Darkness. 
Thancred: I had been tracking them since the ceremony at Falcon's Nest. Little did I know I was not the only one. 
Thancred: Evidently she had learned of their activities and attempted to shadow them on her own. Poorly. 
Thancred: I rescued her in the Twelveswood, and together we fled north. But though I made every effort to cover our tracks, they caught up with us on the Ishgardian border, and in the ensuing struggle, Alisaie took an arrow to the shoulder. 
Thancred: 'Twas only after we had made good our escape that I realized it was poisoned...

Alphinaud: Thank you for coming so quickly. And you, Ser Aymeric. 

Aymeric: Think nothing of it. How is she? 

Alphinaud: We have done all we can for now. Although the immediate danger has passed, the poison yet lingers in her blood...
Alphinaud: We came to Eorzea together, hoping to bring salvation to the realm our grandfather gave his life to protect. 
Alphinaud: But when confronted with the bitter realities of its politics and its petty powermongers, she was driven to anger—and to doubt. 
Alphinaud: She refused to become embroiled in what she termed Eorzea's "squabbles," and distanced herself from the Scions. 
Alphinaud: Though she remained hopeful of a brighter future, she would walk her own path. Would that it had not been so perilous... 
Alphinaud: For all our differences, she is as dedicated as any Scion to the salvation of Eorzea. But more than that, she is my sister... 
Alphinaud: To be reunited with her, only to lose her forever... Gods, even to speak the words...

Aymeric: Take heart, Master Alphinaud. She will be attended to by our most skilled chirurgeons. 
Aymeric: Bear Mistress Leveilleur to the infirmary at once. Apprise Captain Whitecape of the situation, and inform him that she is to be treated as my personal charge. 

(If completed the Coils of Bahamut)
Alisaie: Aphinaud...Is the Warrior of Light... Is she/he with you? D—Don't go...there is something I must say...

(If have not completed the Coils of Bahamut)
Alisaie: W-Wait.... D-Don't go... Please, come closer...

(Both)
Alisaie: The Warriors of Darkness are in league with the Ascians... Slaughtering the primals is but the first step in their plan...
Alisaie: They make for Xelphatol to bring about Garuda's summoning... And to kill her...
Alisaie: You must... You must stop them...

Tataru: I...I shall inform the others at once! 

Aymeric: Master Thancred—I would ask that you accompany Mistress Leveilleur to the infirmary. Your knowledge of her injuries may well prove useful in determining her treatment. 

Thancred: Of course.

Optional Dialogue

Count Edmont de Fortemps: However much we may change and grow apart...some bonds are unbreakable.

Aymeric: Though the fates afforded us the time to share our long–delayed drink, 'twould seem the rest of my wine cellar will have to wait. As I am constantly reminded, there is no rest for the righteous.

Speaking with Alphinaud

Alphinaud: Surely, surely they won't let her... <sigh> Yes, yes, I know. We must trust in Captain Whitecape and his chirurgeons. Did they not bring Estinien back from the very brink of death? 
Alphinaud: ... I am uncomfortably reminded of how he mocked me for praying at his bedside for days on end. 
Alphinaud: What say you, my friend? Shall we turn our attention to a matter whose conclusion we have yet the power to influence?

Optional Dialogue in the Rising Stones

V'mah Tia: We've been tasked with a somewhat dangerous assignment, so it's only prudent that we bring along additional support.

Ephemie: Ah, [Forename]. Lady F'lhaminn and I were just discussing the possibility of a special dinner for when Riol returns...

F'lhaminn: Our imprompty excursion to the Near East afforded me the opportunity to sample authentic Thavnairian cuisine. I should like to introduce it to the Scions, but achieving the perfect balance of spices is key...

Coultenet: The alchemists of Radz—at—Han are heirs to an ancient and stories tradition, which has seen the creation of countless medicines still in use today. The Domans have their own tradition as well, though the philosophy behind it is markedly different, from what I understand.

Isildaure: <huff> <puff> <huff> <puff>
Any day now, my time will come, and then I'll show those greenhorns how it's done!

Homei: (Yes, yes, I am sure he will leave a lasting impression on them...)

Hoary Boulder: Timing, Ocher, timing! Mark well my movements, know my mind, that we might strike as one!

Ocher Boulder: Splendid, Brother, splendid! I shall take your words to heart, that I might aid and protect you with my magicks!

Aenor: One to mete out punishment, another to soothe your hurts... Mmm... Brotherly love...

Clemence: "Mete out punishment?" But a warrior ought to take it, not—
Clemence: Oh, gods! I mean, no that's not what I...I...