A Fitting Send-off
A Fitting Send-off
- Quest giver
- Grief-stricken Shetona
- Location
- Solution Nine (X:20.0, Y:15.3)
- Level
- 90
- Required quest
Unto the Summit- Gil
785- Patch
- 7.0
- Links
- GT
“The grief-stricken Shetona senses you might understand his pain.
— In-game description
Rewards
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Steps
- Speak with Melancholy.
- Deliver the sack of coin to the Nexus Arcade shopkeep.
- Present the grief-stricken Shetona with the bottle of Alexandrian wine.
Dialog
Grief-stricken Shetona: I lost a close friend of mine in that raid on the city... I know it's a lot to ask, but would you mind helping me give him a proper send-off?
Grief-stricken Shetona: I saw you weren't wearing a regulator -- figured you'd understand what I'm going through. It feels like everyone else has already forgotten all about him...
Grief-stricken Shetona: I'm planning on packing a bunch of his belongings and a bottle of his favorite vintage in a box, then burying the whole lot in the cemetery in Heritage Found.
Grief-stricken Shetona: If you're up to the task, I'd have you source a bottle of Alexandrian wine for me.
Grief-stricken Shetona: Your best bet is speaking to the owner of the Neon Stein. Once you've got the goods, come meet me by the entrance to the city.
Melancholy: After a bottle of Alexandrian wine, are you? Afraid we don't serve that here.
Melancholy: Not the sort of thing the regulars go for. Heard it's perfectly drinkable, though. White wine─made right here in Everkeep, if you can believe it. Anyway, never had cause to stock the stuff.
Melancholy: How about trying your luck in the Nexus Arcade? Can get near enough anything there if you know who to ask.
Nexus Arcade Shopkeep: Alexandrian wine? Yes, we have several bottles in stock. I should warn you, it comes at a premium...
Nexus Arcade Shopkeep: A pleasure doing business with you! Here.
Grief-stricken Shetona: There you are. I've just about managed to gather up all of his belongings. Any luck finding the wine?
Grief-stricken Shetona: Appreciate you going to all that trouble. This was his favorite tipple...
Grief-stricken Shetona: Me and him, we came from completely different backgrounds, but none of that mattered. Thirty years ago, I was going through a rough patch─everything was changing right before my eyes─and he stuck with me through it all.
Grief-stricken Shetona: There was one thing we didn't agree on, though: regulators. He never gave up trying to make me wear one of the damn things. But when I die, I want to go naturally, you know─back to the land and all that.
Grief-stricken Shetona: In the end, getting killed over and over again during the attack whittled his soul stock down to zero. Look, if people want to keep on wearing their regulators, I won't try and stop them, but it just isn't for me.
Grief-stricken Shetona: As it stands, I'm pretty much the only one left who remembers the poor bastard. I may get the funeral rites wrong─I mean, I'm sure his kind have their own way of doing things─but he'll just have to make do.
Grief-stricken Shetona: Anyway, I'm off to Heritage Found. Thanks again for helping me out. I owe you one.