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{{ | {{Quotation|Ahldfoet|Ahoy, [Forename] It clean slipped my mind the last time, but I've another thing to ask of ye. My bearings are lively on the water, but on land─well, I'm what you landlubbers call at sea. Got a letter that needs delivering and you're the maid for it. I went ashore on some rock on the voyage in, and a faded petticoat comes up to me, says she got a daughter in Camp Skull Valley what she hadn't seen in years. Had tears in her eyes─pretty eyes too, for a woman past her childin' years. She must've been a real beauty in her day. Always had a soft spot for tawny eyes...mayhap because the sea is a green-eyed virago and the skies, her sisters, have eyes blue and red, grey and black... Well, this daughter of hers goes by Wiltswys. You'll take the letter to her?}} | ||
===Upon Delivery to [[Wiltswys]]=== | ===Upon Delivery to [[Wiltswys]]=== | ||
{{ | {{Quotation|Wiltswys|Greetings, adventurer. They said you were looking for me? A letter from Mama! I haven't heard from her in so long... She never answered my letters. No, stay, for I'll have a reply to send! <br>What the...! <br>Oh, the stone-hearted, grasping hag! Wouldn't let me take so much as a hunk of dried fish when I left the island, and now she wants gil? That...that succubus! You think me cold? Well, fie on what you think! I wanted something better than tilling salty fields and spilling small fry out the nets, and occasionally taking a passing sailor into my bed for more o' the same! <br>She'll receive no reply from me. Thank you for your service, and good evening to you! }} | ||
Revision as of 18:15, 1 April 2023
Mummy Dearest
- Quest giver
- Ahldfoet
- Location
- Western La Noscea (X:27.5, Y:28.5)
- Level
- 15
- Experience
1,440- Gil
0- Previous quest
On a Wing and a Prayer- Next quest
- Toxic Avenger
- Patch
- 2.0
“The bashful air ill-suits a Roegadyn but Ahldfoet has it nevertheless, wearing the sheepishness like an incommodious singlet.
— In-game description
Rewards
- Choose one of the following options:
Walkthrough
???
Steps
- Deliver the letter to Wiltswys.
Journal
- The bashful air ill-suits a Roegadyn but Ahldfoet has it nevertheless, wearing the sheepishness like an incommodious singlet.
- Ahldfoet has promised a favor to a mother he met at a port of call, one whose entreaties seem to stir the poet in him. Take her letter to Wiltswys at Camp Skull Valley.
- Expecting a heartwarming scene, you hand Wiltwys(sic) the letter from her mother. Alas, you are sent away with a flea in your ear instead. Ah, family matters.
Dialogue
Acceptance
“Ahoy, [Forename] It clean slipped my mind the last time, but I've another thing to ask of ye. My bearings are lively on the water, but on land─well, I'm what you landlubbers call at sea. Got a letter that needs delivering and you're the maid for it. I went ashore on some rock on the voyage in, and a faded petticoat comes up to me, says she got a daughter in Camp Skull Valley what she hadn't seen in years. Had tears in her eyes─pretty eyes too, for a woman past her childin' years. She must've been a real beauty in her day. Always had a soft spot for tawny eyes...mayhap because the sea is a green-eyed virago and the skies, her sisters, have eyes blue and red, grey and black... Well, this daughter of hers goes by Wiltswys. You'll take the letter to her?
— Ahldfoet
Upon Delivery to Wiltswys
“Greetings, adventurer. They said you were looking for me? A letter from Mama! I haven't heard from her in so long... She never answered my letters. No, stay, for I'll have a reply to send!
What the...!
Oh, the stone-hearted, grasping hag! Wouldn't let me take so much as a hunk of dried fish when I left the island, and now she wants gil? That...that succubus! You think me cold? Well, fie on what you think! I wanted something better than tilling salty fields and spilling small fry out the nets, and occasionally taking a passing sailor into my bed for more o' the same!
She'll receive no reply from me. Thank you for your service, and good evening to you!— Wiltswys