Baderon wants you to let him know when you are ready to depart for the banquet.
The banquet is soon to begin. Put on your dress shoes, and speak with Zanthael in Bulwark Hall.
At the banquet, Merlwyb recounts the deeds of the half-remembered heroes whom Eorzeans now call the Warriors of Light. The tale triggers inside your mind a vision of the final moments of the Battle of Carteneau. When you subsequently come to your senses, you are surprised to find yourself in a room at the Drowning Wench, with no idea how you got there. Baderon, who apparently carried you back from the Bridge himself, explains that you collapsed, and mentions that the Admiral would like to see you. Make your way to Bulwark Hall, and request admission to the command room.
Merlwyb has a task for you─one which she would entrust to no other. Speak to her again when you are ready to hear what it entails.
Godsdammit, Baderon, why could you not have told me this mysterious guest's name, or their hair color, or even their bloody gender!? I'd have settled for a distinctive facial scar! I know nothing about shoes, much less fancy- What? You say you're the adventurer I'm looking for?
Then where are these "fancy dress shoes" that Baderon described to me in such excruciatingly unhelpful detail? Surely you didn't...? Ahem. He mentioned that if you were so careless as to misplace them, I was supposed to tell you to "get your arse back to J'nasshym, and beg fer another pair." I never imagined I'd actually have to say it, though...
What's this? Are you struggling to tell me you have lost the fine pair of shoes I chose especially for you?
Fortunately, I have another such pair available. You may have them out of the kindness of my heart...and the loathing in my soul I bear for your usual "attire."
Join me now in honoring this man for his services to our great nation!
May the Navigator guide and protect him on his journey till sea swallows all!
These pirates you encountered with the tattooed faces... They call themselves the "Serpent Reavers." Their ranks are formed of cutthroats and madmen who have pledged body and soul to the primal Leviathan.
From what we have gathered, they sought to swell their numbers by spiriting away any soul unfortunate enough to cross their path.
I need not tell you the depth of the animosity between us and the Sahagin. How any seaman worth his salt could devote himself to the fishbacks' god is a question for a more temperate mind than mine.
But thanks to you, our citizens may once more go about their daily lives, safe in the knowledge that they will not be dragged into the darkness by those execrable curs.
Ye keeled over in the middle o' the banquet, an' caused a right stir. 'Ad to carry ye back to the Wench meself. Well, I say "carry"...'twas more a matter of draggin' an' rollin'. Too much cake, I reckon.
Anyroad, don't fret – 'tis little wonder ye was exhausted after everythin' ye've been through lately.
Yer little nap seems to 'ave put some color back in yer cheeks, though, so I'll leave ye to it.
...Bugger! I almost forgot: the Admiral wants to 'ave a word with ye.
When ye feel up to it, talk to Zanthael an' 'e'll let ye in to the command room. Oh, an' stay awake, eh? I'm told ol' Merlwyb was in the middle o' tellin' ye a story when ye started snorin' last time, an' I doubt she'd look kindly on it if ye repeated the trick!