Last Known Location:
The Crystarium - Spagyrics (x:10.9, y:15.6)
Closest Aetheryte: The Crystarium → The Dossal Gate
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Gender
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Male
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Race
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Miqo'te
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Clan
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Keeper of the Moon
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Body Type
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Adult
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Height
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(~68.2 inches)
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Jaw
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Option 3
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Eye Shape
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Option 5
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Iris Size
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Large
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Eye Color
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Eyebrows
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Option 2
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Nose
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Option 5
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Mouth
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Option 1
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Weapon/Tools/Shield
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Default:
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I tell you, Glynard's too nice for his own good. Letting regulars run up tabs and holding off on calling in debts. This is a business, not a charity...
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Default:
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So the night comes, which is bloody grand, but then he goes and shouts, “Drinks on the house for the next hour,” which is bloody mad. How does Glynard expect us to stay afloat with him making gestures like that?
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After: Extinguishing the Last Light
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Easy come, easy go. I half expected things to take a turn for the worse, so it's not much to me, but I spied Glynard alone in the storeroom the other day, wiping tears from his face...
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After: The Unbroken Thread
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Glynard seems to have pulled himself together, thank the gods. Seeing him moping about was starting to wear on me. Bad as it'd be for the coffers, I'd welcome an occasion for him to offer free drink again.
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Default:
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Well, it happened. The night reclaimed, the Warriors of Darkness triumphant, drinks on the house. We'll pay for it later, but for now...at least Glynard got his moment.
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After: Facing the Truth
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The Warrior of Light is all people seem to talk about lately. That and a sudden thirst for adventure. I'd rather it be for another pint, but so it goes.
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After: Unto the Morrow
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I swear, when it's nice and peaceful out in the world, it's utter pandemonium here at the bar. Folk find any and every reason to celebrate─and overindulge, like as not─and we have to deal with the aftermath. <sigh> At least it fills up the coffers, I suppose.
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