The Life of the Party

Sidequest1 Icon.png Lv. 49   The Life of the Party
Quest

Journal detail hr1 07.png Acquisition
Memezofu: Northern Thanalan - Bluefog - Camp Bluefog (x:21.9, y:21.2)

Map33 Icon.pngClosest Aetheryte: Camp Bluefog

Journal detail hr1 08.png Requirements
071221.png49Jumping on a GrenadeSidequest1 Icon.png Jumping on a Grenade (Level 49)

Spacer2.png Any Class (Level 49)

Journal detail hr1 03.png Rewards

6,960
Experience Points



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Woolen Trousers of Fending
Raptorskin Skirt
Felt Breeches
Allagan Silver Piece
Allagan Silver Piece
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Journal detail hr1 04.png Description
Memezofu has been hard at work making potions, and needs them delivered to those in need.
Journal detail hr1 01.png Objectives
Journal detail hr1 02.png Unlocks Quests
071221.png49An Eye for ElixirsSidequest1 Icon.png An Eye for Elixirs (Level 49)

  • Memezofu has been hard at work making potions, and needs them delivered to those in need.
  • Skirmishes with Garlean forces grow more frequent by the day. Memezofu has created a batch of potion cocktails, and bids you administer them to the wounded soldiers at Raubahn's Push.
  • The wounded will live to fight another day. Apprise Memezofu of the situation.
  • Memezofu reveals that he once fought on the front lines, explaining his passion for potions.

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I have formulated the potions as promised, but little good will they do the world sitting here.


Skirmishes with the Garleans grow more frequent by the day, and with them grows the number of needless casualties. I do not claim we might save every soldier, but every life lost to a wound less than fatal is to be lamented.
Quest Accepted
Help... My wounds...
I've tasted better, but it's a fool who gripes about a swig that saves his life. This spicy brew could be none other than Memezofu's─I'll be sure to thank him when next I see him.
Ugh... Damned Garleans...
Bless your soul! I thought I was done for!
The light...grows dark... I don't want...to die...
Yes, my strength returns. I will not pass into the keeping of Thal this day!
Ah, the pain! The pain!
...I'm not quite dead. I think I could pull through!

We alchemists know life to be a fragile thing, a precarious matrix of exigencies and resolutions sewn together by the delicate threads of time. Fate determines the value of a life-saving potion, and to the soldiers you saved, yours was the merciful hand of fate.


I was once a fighting man like those you saved today, but alas, no guardian spirit visited me in my hour of need. My contributions to the battlefield have been since confined to those which I concoct here in my laboratory.


Yet I take solace in saving others from such a fate as mine, and it is by your brave hands that I am able to do so.
Quest Completed

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