For Sentimental Reasons

Sidequest1 Icon.png Lv. 75   For Sentimental Reasons
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Informationicon.png Description
Thiuna appears to be deep in thought.
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Issuing NPC: Thiuna: The Crystarium - The Baldaquin - The Crystalline Mean (x:11.5, y:8.5)
Type: Crystalline Mean Quests
Unlocks: The Notes of Bond RestoringSidequest1 Icon.png
Miscellaneous Requirement: Facet of Crafting Esteem Level 4
Class: CarpenterLeatherworkerWeaver
Quest: Sidequest1 Icon.pngCherished Memories
Required Items
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Workshop Sign
Lore & Dialogue
Loremonger:For Sentimental Reasons
NPCs Involved: ThiunaRecording Node
Items Involved: Workshop Sign MaterialsWorkshop Sign

Thiuna in The Crystarium - The Baldaquin - The Crystalline Mean (x:11.5, y:8.5)
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Thiuna in The Crystarium - The Quadrivium - The Wandering Stairs (x:10.1, y:15.2)
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Recording Node in The Crystarium - The Baldaquin - The Crystalline Mean (x:11.5, y:8.4)
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Thiuna in The Crystarium - The Baldaquin - The Crystalline Mean (x:11.5, y:8.5)
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Hmmm... Whatever should I do...
Uwaaah! H-How long have you been standing there? I was so deep in thought, I didn't notice you.
You see, I've been pondering whether to speak with you about Owell. That you should appear at this moment is a sign. Please hear me.
As you know, Owell and I were orphans taken in by Master Harig.
We were close friends, playing and arguing with one another in turn, and together we trained as artisans. But all of that changed when Master Harig disappeared.
Young as we were then, we weren't told what became of him. But it's more than likely that, like so many others, he was slain by a sin eater.
From that time on, Owell and I drifted apart. Eventually we stopped speaking entirely. It was only when I announced my intention to open my shop that he had words for me, and they were none too kind. “You don't understand anything,” he spat out angrily.
Well, he's right in one regard. I don't understand why he so detests my work. It goes beyond mere disapproval. He makes it personal, as if I've done something to offend him.
This wouldn't be a problem, except Owell holds considerable influence at the Mean. A bad word from him and we would get no more custom. Sooner or later, I'll have to settle our differences, but the mere anticipation of it is nerve-racking. Ah, what I wouldn't give for a stiff drink...
<blip> Command received. <bloop> Instruction to Thiuna: proceed to the Wandering Stairs.
I...beg your pardon?
Oh no, Noddy's going to summon Owell!
<sigh> Seems it's to be sooner than later... Forename, might I ask you to join me at the Wandering Stairs? I could use the support.
Owell isn't here yet. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't come at all.
Thiuna. So you're the “urgent business” that I had to drop everything for.
Affirmative! <buzz> Thiuna has a score to settle with you!
What was that?
N-Nothing. Be quiet now, Noddy.
<beep> Forced shutdown initiated. <buzzzzzz>
There's something I need to ask you, Owell.
Make it quick. Unlike you, I've got responsibilities.
All right. Not everyone agrees with what I do. I understand that. What I don't understand is why you're so angry with me.
You called me here just to ask me that? Hah, urgent business indeed! How easy life must be when your days are filled with play!
What we do isn't play! We restore those items that hold sentimental value for the people of the Crystarium!
Listen well.
Thanks to the efforts of our ancestors, we've come to enjoy a semblance of a normal life. But shortages are still a daily reality.
Shortages you do nothing to alleviate! In the time it took you to restore a single decrepit set of amaro barding, I crafted a dozen new ones!
With Master Harig gone, it falls to me to prop up the Mean.
It falls to me because Master had to go off to satisfy some vain obsession...and you had to take after him!
<blip> Node restart complete.
<bloop> Resuming suspended operations. Owell not detected. Shall I fetch him?
No, Noddy. Leave him be.
I'm sorry you had to witness that, Forename. Owell...he didn't use to be that way.
While I believe in what we do, I can't deny that there's truth to his words. But hmmm... “Go off to satisfy an obsession”...
The day Master Harig disappeared, he had ventured out to procure materials. The item he was seeking to restore was... Ah.
Forename, I hate to involve you in my personal dilemmas, but I need your help. Can I rely on you?
I'm truly grateful. Let's return to the Crystalline Mean. I'll explain everything there.
<blip> Retrieving profile for Owell. <bloop> A Hume male, Owell is an artisan of the Facet of Crafting. Marital status: single. Favorite beverage: hot milk.
If Cherished Memories is to survive, we must do something to stem Owell's criticism.
He's already done damage to our reputation, judging by the recent decline in business.
We must win him over somehow. Convince him that Cherished Memories is a serious venture, and make him see the true worth of restoration.
With regards to the latter, I have an idea. There's an item which, if restored, is bound to strum on Owell's heartstrings.
But I'm at a loss as to how we might show him that we mean business...
What will you suggest?
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! Ignore the criticism and let our work speak for us. ! Improve the workshop's appearance. ! Keep the rustball in check.

Would that we could, but Owell holds too much influence. We have to do something to make him change his mind about us.
Hmmm, now that you mention it, our workshop doesn't have much to draw the eye. Perhaps there's something to be said for looking the part...
Hmmm? What are you implying about my adorable assistant, pray tell?
<blip> In order to advertise their presence, shops commonly make use of signage. At present, Cherished Memories has none.
Of course! A sign! Why didn't I think of that?
Forename, would you be willing to fashion a sign for our workshop?
In light of all the help you've given us, it seems only right that you have the honor.
Thank you so much! I can't wait to see the finished product. Oh, and if you run out of materials, Noddy will furnish you with more.
<blip> I have more materials should you require them.
<blip> Analyzing sign... <buzz> Mmm-hmmm, very nice. I do not know much about signs, but I know what I am programmed to like.
How fares work on the sign? I can't wait to see it!
Blessed night, what a magnificent sign this is! It incorporates all the techniques of our restoration work─a perfect representation of who we are! From the design to the details, everything about it is wonderful!
Not only will this sign attract customers, it will serve to remind me of my goal to emulate your skills. I can't thank you enough for it.
With this, we can finally show Owell that we mean business.
I'll see to hanging the sign up as soon as possible. It's bound to be the envy of other artisans!
All that remains, then, is to impress upon Owell the true worth of restoration. On which front, there's something I would show you.
This lute was a gift from the Exarch to Master Harig. Since he left us, it has lain there, broken and silent.
Apparently, it was an enchanted instrument whose power had long faded, but its tone was no less beautiful for it.
Master would often play this lute at the tavern, and Owell and I would go and listen. Seeing how keen we were, he even gave us lessons.
We loved the rich, soothing sound, and we weren't alone. Whenever Master Harig played, the tavern was always full.
No matter how rowdy the patrons were, as soon as the first chord was strummed, a hush would fall over the place. The music resonated with them, filling their hearts with peace in both good times and in bad.
<blip> Following Harig's disappearance, however, the lute has been gathering dust.
W-Well, that's because no one could restore it properly save Master himself. An instrument demands consummate skill. Back then it was completely beyond me, and even now I don't feel equal to the task.
But I must try. Master wouldn't want to see Owell and I quarreling. No, he'd want us to join hands and serve the Crystarium and her people.
As it does for me, the lute holds fond memories for Owell. By restoring it, I'm hopeful that we can reach out to him.
Forename, this time it's a personal request. I need your help to make this lute sing once more.
Thank you. It gives me heart to have your support. I'll make ready for the restoration and let you know what I require.

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