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The Reason Roaille

Mainquest1 Icon.png Lv. 50   The Reason Roaille
Quest

Journal detail hr1 07.png Acquisition
This quest requires you to fight enemies in a level 50 instance with a 30 minute time limit.
Minfilia: Mor Dhona - The Rising Stones - The Solar (The Rising Stones) (x:6.1, y:5.2)

Map33 Icon.pngClosest Aetheryte: Revenant's Toll

Journal detail hr1 08.png Requirements
071201.png50Eyes UncloudedMainquest1 Icon.png Eyes Unclouded (Level 50)

Spacer2.png Any Disciple of War or Magic (excluding limited jobs) (Level 50)

Journal detail hr1 03.png Rewards

4,800
Experience Points

2,000
Gil
Guaranteed
Level 110 Weapon Coffer
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Journal detail hr1 04.png Description
Minfilia would discuss how best to proceed in light of recent developments.
Journal detail hr1 01.png Objectives
  • Speak with Alphinaud.
  • Speak with Ilberd at Camp Bluefog, in northern Thanalan.
  • Speak with Ilberd at the Ceruleum Processing Plant.
  • Speak with Alphinaud.
Journal detail hr1 02.png Unlocks Quests
071201.png50Let Us Cling TogetherMainquest1 Icon.png Let Us Cling Together (Level 50)

  • Minfilia would discuss how best to proceed in light of recent developments.
  • Minfilia has scarcely begun to tell you of her intent to study the great wyrm Midgardsormr when some manner of commotion erupts just outside the solar. Do as the Antecedent bids and see if aught is amiss.
  • A clearly agitated Alphinaud informs you that Eline Roaille has somehow managed to slip her confines and escape. He believes that the disgraced flame marshal means to flee to her imperial masters at Castrum Meridianum. Make haste to Camp Bluefog in northern Thanalan, and join Ilberd and the 1st Unit in their hunt for the fugitive.
  • You arrive at Camp Bluefog to the news that Eline Roaille passed through scarcely a bell before. Follow Captain Ilberd to the nearby Ceruleum Processing Plant, the next notable landmark on the way to Castrum Meridianum.
  • You overtake Eline Roaille at Raubahn's Push, but not before she is joined by her imperial allies. Undeterred, you stand shoulder to shoulder with the Crystal Braves and the shinobi of Doma, and engage the enemy, succeeding at length in overwhelming the Garleans and recapturing the fugitive. Wholly unrepentant, Eline greets the subsequent arrival of Alphinaud with a hail of vitriol, and is lambasted by Ilberd for her shamelessness before being dragged away. Ask Alphinaud for his thoughts on the heated exchange.
  • Alphinaud seems troubled. Though the sordid business of the Ivy is concluded, it has plainly left an unpleasant taste in his mouth.

I mean to scour the annals for knowledge of Midgardsormr. Given his great age, I daresay he appears in more than a few─

Hm? Do you hear that? The commotion outside... Would you see if aught is amiss?


There seems to be some manner of commotion without. Pray see if aught is amiss.
Forename! 'Tis well that you are on hand! We have a problem─Roaille has escaped!

It happened shortly after the Immortal Flames took her into custody. She had been placed in a dungeon cell ahead of her coming trial, but apparently the accommodation was not to her liking.


The turnkey was found slain along with two guards. 'Tis plain she received inside help.


Citizens report seeing Roaille quitting the city via the Gate of Nald, with a bloodied spear in her hand.
She makes for Castrum Meridianum, I am certain of it. With her fate in Eorzea as good as sealed, what recourse has she but to flee to her imperial masters?
Even as we speak, Captain Ilberd and the 1st are hot upon Roaille's heels. Pray make haste to Camp Bluefog and join the hunt.
My thanks for coming, Scion. I have spoken with the soldiers here. They say that Roaille walked through the camp not a bell ago.

Aye, she walked right through─you did not mishear. We have Raubahn's decision to keep the matter secret to thank for that. Bad for morale, he said...


As a result, not a single Flame in the garrison made any attempt to detain her. And so here we are.


Roaille must not be allowed to reach Castrum Meridianum.
This wretch was with Roaille. He threw himself at us that his mistress might escape.
She didn't blink when we cut him down─not even when he started screaming. No loyalty even to her own, the godsdamned harpy... <spit> With me, Scion─we almost have her.
<sigh> Was that really necessary? I had better be compensated for the additional exertion you caused me.
<gasp> <pant>
Bind her! And do it tight!
Yes, sir!
Good work, men.
She and her imperial cronies pushed us close, but we were better.
Behold...a respected officer of the Immortal Flames. People looked up to you as one of the order's founding members─one of its pillars. It saddens me to see you fallen so low.
<snort> What would you know of low? You─a spoiled little lordling who has never known any want!
I-I...
People such as you take wealth and birth for granted! You think it your gods-given right to rule over others!

You know naught of our plight─the injustice that we lowborn Ishgardians must endure! To the noble lords and ladies, we are not people, but resources to be consumed!


I did what I had to do to survive─stealing, killing, even whoring myself! It is no fault of mine if fools imagined me a paragon when I joined the Flames!
To hear you tell it, one would think you the only person ever to have suffered.

In case you have forgotten, Raubahn himself was born into poverty─as was I. We lived hand-to-mouth, with little more than the shirts on our backs. Hunger was our constant companion.


Yet never did we bemoan our lot in life, nor did we begrudge others their fortunes. We accepted the hand that we had been dealt─and played it to the best of our ability.


Life was a battle, aye, but no matter what fate threw at us, we took it on the chin and came back for more. Everything we have, we fought for.
How are we any different then!?
'Tis true that we were both mercenaries of lowly birth.

And 'tis true that we both had our fair share of struggles.


But whereas I sold my sword, you, Marshal─you sold your comrades.


If life has taught me one thing, it is that you never betray your own. I would sooner cut off my own arm than raise a hand against a friend.
...But enough talk. You will return to Ul'dah to face justice─and the people whose trust you have dragged through the gutter.
Not so much as a hint of remorse... <sigh> 'Tis well that this sordid business is finally at an end.
A friend's betrayal cuts deeper than steel. We must hope that we have chosen our own allies more wisely than Raubahn chose his.
I joined the Crystal Braves that I might strike a blow against the Empire. Those who cast their lot with Garlemald should expect no better treatment.

Battle Dialogue[edit]

I want Roaille alive. Kill the rest! FOR EORZEA!
Hmph! You will not take me so easily this time!
Enemy reinforcements! Look sharp, men!
Show them no quarter!
What!? I...I can't...move!
More reinforcements? They really aren't paying me enough...
Fools! You cannot stand against the Empire!
They have healers! Kill them first!
Forgive us our lateness!
We're in your debt!
The circle fetters those who wander within! Lure the enemy to it!
Urgh... Gods damn it...
I've more than earned my coin already...
I was...careless...
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