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Revision as of 01:32, 16 August 2024
Hezzkhezl
- Gender
- Male ♂
- Race
- Roegadyn (Sea Wolves)
- Profession
- Shipwright
- Zone
- Lower La Noscea (27.2, 33.7)
- Organization
- Limsa Lominsa
- Services
- Quest NPC
- Patch
- 2.0
Hezzkhezl is a Roegadyn found in Lower La Noscea. He works at Moraby Drydocks.
Quests Started
| Quest | Type | Level | Quest Giver |
|---|---|---|---|
| Nailed It | 
|
13 | Hezzkhezl |
Dialogue
Hezzkhezl: I remember when the Calamity sent a big ol' wave crashin' onto the coast o' Limsa. The Gods' Grip sheltered the docks from the worst of it, praise the Twelve. Hezzkhezl: Lot o' folks weren't so lucky, though. A whole flotilla of battered ships limped into the bay not long after—like a field hospital for sea vessels, it were. And now these days we're puttin' together the damn things from scratch. Bloody marvelous.
Nailed It
Hezzkhezl: When it comes to rivetin', ye could search the realm over, but ye won't find none better than Hezzkhezl. Ten score rivets a bell, I drive. Twice that if I'm not in me cups! Hezzkhezl: The key to drivin' rivets proper-like is how hot ye can get the buggers. The hotter the rivet, the stronger the bond she'll make with the steel plate. Problem bein', was I to heat me rivets in the forge, they'd be cold as a dead whore's crotch by the time I hauled 'em back to the Victory. Hezzkhezl: 'Tis why I use the white-hot cores o' lightnin' sprites...but as ye can see, me supply's runnin' a tad low. If it ain't too much trouble would ye be so kind as to fetch me some? Ye look as if ye could take on a whole pack o' sprites with one hand tied behind yer arse.
Hezzkhezl: Three cores, and I can be done with the day's work and back at the alehouse, where I belong. Hezzkhezl: Leviathan's eye! Ye really done gone an' fetched me the blinkin' cores! Ahtbyrm'll be right pleased to see that, he will. Hezzkhezl: 'Twas the foreman what came up with the idea to use cores to heat the rivets. A clever one, that man. Sharper than a fang in a fishback's beak. Probably is why he made chief so quick, like.