- Redolent Rose has a job perfectly suited to your talents.
- Wawarukka, the miner whose loyal custom Redolent Rose seemed so eager to reward, has approached the guild with another commission. Unusually, however, it would seem he seeks something other than mining gear this time. Speak with Wawarukka to learn the details of his request.
- Wawarukka is smitten with a girl from a wealthy family, and is eager to make a good first impression. To this end, he wishes to purchase the finest pair of velveteen gaiters money can buy. Craft the items to the best of your ability and deliver them to Redolent Rose.
- You discover to your horror that Wawarukka's new gaiters are but a small part of a gruesomely mismatched ensemble. Even as Redolent Rose tries to warn the poor fellow that he's making a terrible mistake, the oblivious Lalafell bounds off to profess his love, leaving the guildmaster to comfort himself with the thought that the unwary lady may yet see past his friend's bizarre appearance. Quite why she would is another question...
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- ※The next weaver quest will be available from Redolent Rose upon reaching level 35.
Ah, there you are, Forename.
I have a job that's absolutely perfect for you.
You remember Wawarukka, the Miners' Guild quartermaster? Of course you do. Well, you will be delighted to hear that he has finally come to appreciate the benefits of finer garments!
And because he was impressed by the scarf and slops you wove for him, he has personally requested your services.
I told him I would send you at the earliest opportunity. Well, what are you waiting for? This is the earliest opportunity!
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Hey! How's it goin', Forename? Big Rose sent you, did he? I asked for you by name, you know! Anyroad, I won't beat about the bush: I want the best damn pair of velveteen gaiters you can make!
Aye, aye...I know─what's a bloke like me want with fancy shoes like that? Well, uh...the thing is...there's this girl an', um...
Gah! Don't make me spell it out, lad! Trouble is, she's from a rich family─proper rich─as in, her servants have got servants, that kind of rich!
Which is why I've got to make a good first impression. An' to even have a chance of doin' that, I need to get dressed up to the nines. I can't very well introduce meself to a lady like her lookin' like...like me!
Anyroad, I'm countin' on you, lad. Oh, an' I ain't lettin' Big Rose give this to me for free, neither. I got my pride, you know. Wouldn't feel right wearin' a pair of swanky gaiters what I hadn't paid for.
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I'm countin' on you, Forename!
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Your client is waiting, Forename. Do you have his gaiters?
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Cutscene start.
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Sir, your gaiters are ready.
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Niiice! They look good, they feel good─hells, they make me feel like I look good! An' I bloody do an' all!
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SIR! What...what is that...? What are you wearing!?
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Hah, like me trousers, do you? Me pa─gods rest his soul─wore 'em when he was first courtin' me ma. Never fail, these don't!
Cor...look at me! I feel alive. I feel ready! There's no stoppin' me now!
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BUT, SIR─I SAY, SIR!
Confound it all...
Ahem. Well done, Forename. You may take solace in knowing that you did what you could.
<sigh> Perhaps I worry unduly. The girl may well be stirred by his...earnest...efforts.
And even if she is not, she may yet overlook his bizarre appearance, gaze deep into his eyes, and see the warm-hearted man within...
...Or she might see him and run screaming for the nearest Brass Blade.
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Cutscene end.
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