You have done well, my young apprentice. In returning with the choral attire, you have reaffirmed my faith in you.
I see no further reason to withhold from you the existence of the final piece in the set...the piece that has brought us together.
Listen well, Forename. When I put down my bow, I vowed never again to set foot in the Twelveswood. That I now forsake my oath is for no other reason than to impart my knowledge to one who would succeed me.
Lest you wonder why I should deem that so important, permit me to relate to you an event which brought about a great change in me.
My most recent journey had taken me to Ul'dah, where I found myself ambling through the marketplace early one morn.
Browsing the wares on display, mine eyes were met with a relic from my past: a piece from the choral attire that I had discarded decades before, countless malms away.
I felt at once that it was not mere chance that had reunited me with it, and put forth the coin with nary a pause. Holding the garment in my hands, I resolved to find a worthy heir to my legacy.
Alas, no sooner had I arrived in the Twelveswood than I found myself mobbed by archers seeking to hone their skills. Amongst those who came, not a one showed the least interest in poetry and verse.
Sorely discouraged and regretting my decision, I made to strike camp and leave the Twelveswood once more, never to return.
It was then that you appeared, young one.
When you expressed your desire to learn song, I could scarce contain my joy.
Looking back, I am fully convinced that our meeting had been preordained.
Your coming has instilled me with the courage to attend that matter of which I spoke earlier. I am ready─ready to make a pilgrimage to the scene of my regiment's demise.
Ever since that fateful day, I have been haunted by visions of my fallen comrades, torment graven upon their bloodied faces.
Lost to hope but too craven to end my own life, I wandered the land aimlessly, seeking a place to die. But the heavens denied me even that.
Yet just when it seemed that despair would draw me wholly into its black abyss, never to emerge again, a melody resounded within me.
It was then that I awakened to the power of song and found new purpose in life.
I embarked upon a journey to master such verses as would bestow peace upon the fallen, that I might lay the tortured souls of my comrades to rest.
It has taken long years, but now I believe I can offer a requiem worthy of my comrades. To do so, however, I require one last favor of you, Forename.
I would have you escort me to the west of the Observatorium, in the Coerthas central highlands.
It is there that we shall find the scene of my regiment's demise.
Your presence kindles within me a courage I had thought lost. I would have none other by my side as I undertake this pilgrimage─now, as I enter the most daunting stage of my life.
Once you arrive, I ask that you pay your respects with another bouquet of Nymeia lilies. When my requiem is sung, you shall have the final piece of the choral attire.
Heed me, O Puissant Althyk! Reverse Thee the dance of the stars athwart the night sky, that we might ease the suffering of souls long departed!
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