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| relatives = | | relatives = [[Anaoc]] (grandfather} | ||
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==Dialogue== | ==Dialogue== | ||
'''Ancreta:''' The [[Red Rooster Stead]] lies to the north of here, which is why we defend this highroad. The barley and wool the Stead produces feed and clothe the people of [[Limsa Lominsa]]. | '''Ancreta:''' The [[Red Rooster Stead]] lies to the north of here, which is why we defend this highroad. The barley and wool the Stead produces feed and clothe the people of [[Limsa Lominsa]]. | ||
==={{quest icon|Cry Me a Liver}}=== | |||
'''Ancreta:''' Me [[Anaoc|grandda]]'s head of the [[Red Rooster Stead]]. [[Anaoc]]'s his name. He asked me to bring him some [[rivertoad livers]], but the mere thought of pullin' slimy livers out o' slimy frogs gives me the shivers. Maybe ye'd care to fetch a liver or three for me? Ye can get 'em by slayin' the [[rivertoad]]s what dwell 'round [[the Eyes]]. Yer a lifesaver, 'venturer! Now, I'd take these livers to Grandda meself, but I can't just up an' leave me post. Not to mention the mere sight of those slimy things makes me stomach churn. Would ye mind doin' the deliverin' in me stead? Find ol' Anaoc at the Red Rooster Stead, and ye can turn those rivertoad livers to [[gil]]. | |||
==={{quest icon|Fool Me Once}}=== | |||
'''Ancreta:''' Ye say someone told ye to come to me for work, [lad/lass]? I'm afraid ye've been had. We're known to hire adventurers, 'tis true, but we always go through the [[Adventurers' Guild]]. Even if I wanted to assign ye duties, [[the Yellowjackets|Yellowjacket]] regulations prohibit me from doin' so directly. Now, if ye don't mind workin' in an unofficial capacity, I've a personal request I could make of ye... | |||
[[Category:NPCs]] [[Category:Patch 2.0 NPCs]] | [[Category:NPCs]] [[Category:Patch 2.0 NPCs]] |
Latest revision as of 19:42, 13 August 2024
Ancreta
- Zone
- Lower La Noscea (27.0, 22.1)
- Organization
- Limsa Lominsa
The Yellowjackets - Relatives
- Anaoc (grandfather}
- Services
- Quest NPC
- Patch
- 2.0
“The Red Rooster Stead lies to the north of here, which is why we defend this highroad.The barley and wool the Stead produces feed and clothe the people of Limsa Lominsa.
— In-game description
Ancreta is a Hyur found in Lower La Noscea. She is stationed at The Eyes to protect the route to Red Rooster Stead.
Quests Started
Quest | Type | Level | Quest Giver |
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Cry Me a Liver | ![]() |
5 | Ancreta |
Quests Involved In
Quest | Type | Level | Quest Giver |
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Fool Me Once | ![]() |
4 | Niniya |
Dialogue
Ancreta: The Red Rooster Stead lies to the north of here, which is why we defend this highroad. The barley and wool the Stead produces feed and clothe the people of Limsa Lominsa.
Cry Me a Liver
Ancreta: Me grandda's head of the Red Rooster Stead. Anaoc's his name. He asked me to bring him some rivertoad livers, but the mere thought of pullin' slimy livers out o' slimy frogs gives me the shivers. Maybe ye'd care to fetch a liver or three for me? Ye can get 'em by slayin' the rivertoads what dwell 'round the Eyes. Yer a lifesaver, 'venturer! Now, I'd take these livers to Grandda meself, but I can't just up an' leave me post. Not to mention the mere sight of those slimy things makes me stomach churn. Would ye mind doin' the deliverin' in me stead? Find ol' Anaoc at the Red Rooster Stead, and ye can turn those rivertoad livers to gil.
Fool Me Once
Ancreta: Ye say someone told ye to come to me for work, [lad/lass]? I'm afraid ye've been had. We're known to hire adventurers, 'tis true, but we always go through the Adventurers' Guild. Even if I wanted to assign ye duties, Yellowjacket regulations prohibit me from doin' so directly. Now, if ye don't mind workin' in an unofficial capacity, I've a personal request I could make of ye...