|Accepting the Quest
|Glaumunt: Good work gettin' them imperial duds. You'll be pleased to hear I ain't been idle myself. It took me long enough, but I've finally hatched a plan to get us a suit o' magitek armor. Now, from what I've seen, Castrum Centri deploys a reaper for most of its patrols. Trouble is, the patrols 'emselves are irregular--meanin' random routes an' random deployments--an' hardly any of 'em come anywhere near Revenant's Toll. So, hopin' to coax the imperials out o' their shells, I took the liberty o' feedin' 'em a bit o' the old false intelligence--told 'em insurgents had designs on their stronghold. 'Tain't far from the truth, now I come to think of it. Anyroad, we should start seein' more patrols than we have up till now. What you need to do is approach one o' these patrols dressed up in your shiny tin suit, an' alert 'em to the enemy's presence. Havin' done that, you'll want to lure 'em as near to Revenant's Toll as you can. Like as not, though, they'll be wary o' venturin' far from their own walls. If they do need a bit of extra encouragement, use this smoke signal here, filched fresh from an imperial scout. They'll come runnin' when they see that. An' when the cavalry arrives, you hit 'em hard an' make off with their reaper--simple as that. If I ain't mistaken, there's a patrol sweepin' the perimeter right now, so run along, eh? Oh, an' don't forget to salute!
|After saluting the Imperial Centurion
|Imperial Centurion (NPC): Carry on, soldier. ...Hm? Insurgents gathering to the east, you say? Judging by your description, they are well beyond the perimeter... but I will not have it said that I was remiss. You, return to the scene and keep an eye on those insurgents. Should aught go awry, use your smoke signal to call us.
|After setting off the smoke signal
|Cid: I hope you don't mind my joining. Seeing as we're seizing advanced weaponry, I thought it best to be on hand. Ah, there she is.|
Imperial Centurion (NPC): This is the place... but where is the enemy?
Imperial Signaler: Sir, over there!
Imperial Centurion (NPC): Send in the reaper! Let us make an example of these insurgents!
|Cid: At last, our very own suit of magitek armor! Hmmm... Not wishing to look a gift chocobo in the beak, it does seem rather worse for wear, doesn't it? Biggs, Wedge--what's your honest assessment?|
Biggs: Weeell... there's the fact that she's smoking, of course... But looking past that, I'd say she was structurally sound.
Wedge: Hmmm... I don't like the way these legs are buckled. I hate to say this, but the servomechanism may be damaged.
Biggs: Eh? But aren't those things protected by ilm-thick armor plate?
Wedge: They are, yes... It's odd--the casing doesn't seem to have taken a blow. I suspect we're dealing with a faulty part.
Biggs: Well, whatever it is we're dealing with, we're not resting till it's fixed! Not one wink of sleep--you got that, Wedge?
Wedge: Oh... <mumble> <mumble>...ing cart chocobo...
Biggs: I heard that!