You there, adventurer! Could you deliver a message for me?

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My superior, Millicent, is stationed outside Atelier Fen–Yll. She's doubtless busy, but I'm past due to be relieved.

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Long past due, truth be told. However, I can't simply abandon my post.

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Speak to her for me, would you? But choose your words wisely─she has a bit of a temper.

What's all this about? Duimessand says he needs his break?

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The nerve of that snivelin' little shite, cryin' for relief at a time like this! Has he already forgotten how shorthanded we are since that business with the Ixal the other day!?

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And sendin' a bloody unknown 'venturer to do his bleatin' no less! That self-servin' sod thinks only of his own woes, rubbin' his sore soles while welcomin' all manner of gil-grabbin' 'venturers into our holy wood. Useless bloody fool!

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Makes me blood boil, it does! ...Ah, but it's not you I should be givin' a piece of me mind to─you seem a decent enough sort, considerin'... Still, understand that it's our duty to keep an eye on every stranger that passes through these parts.

Anyroad, I appreciate you lendin' an ear to my subordinate, damn fool that he is. Go on then, and stay out of trouble.