Forename. I've been waiting for you─in a way. Please, let me explain. Do you know of the Marasaja Pit? It is a prison, here in Ul'dah.
In prison, a man will do most anything to keep his mind occupied. Of late, one inmate claims to hear the voice of Nald'thal. No doubt he has lost his mind after serving one hundred years of a life sentence.
But, he knew of you by name, Forename, and maintains the Traders demand you win the Gem of Shatotto and exchange it for his release.
A farce, no doubt. I make it for nothing more than the maniacal ravings of a cell–crazed, sweaty–toothed madman. But I fear the only way to be sure is to free him of the Pit.
The prisoner's name is Ququruka Tataruka, and as if his story were not proof enough of his lunacy, he also styles himself a black mage.
But such magic was lost to Eorzea centuries ago. Who does this senile charlatan think he will fool with such rubbish?
<sigh> Nevertheless, he has invoked the name of Nald'thal, and so the Order feels it unwise to ignore his words. Though I am still no believer, you have come, as he said you would.
So let us get to the bottom of this, shall we? It may be that you are an agent of fate, or perhaps you are merely a crooked old man's accomplice.
In either case, I ask that you travel to Highbridge in eastern Thanalan. Seek out the planar fissure─a rift between this world and the next. Fell whatever beasts might lurk there, and water the earth with their blood.
According to our gaoled mummer, doing so will give rise to the Gem of Shatotto.
The gem is no more than a pretty stone oft mentioned in bedtime stories and the tales of faeries. We shall see if it truly exists.
I shall await your findings here. Return to me when the deed is done.