- The curious courier's persistent beeping has a ring of finality to it.
- The curious courier informs you that Tataru's final group of guests will soon make landfall. You follow the familiar path down to the western inlet and wonder who will arrive.
- Tataru is joined by none other than Jullus and a group of fellow Ist Legion soldiers, nigh unrecognizable in their civilian attire. She explains that Emmanellain and Sicard were adamant they travel to your island for a reprieve from the grueling efforts of rebuilding their homeland. Yet, despite finding themselves in a veritable paradise, Jullus and his comrades seem uncertain how best to proceed. Suspecting that typical vacation activities may feel less intuitive to your friends from the frozen north, Tataru breaks the ice by suggesting cooperation with the island's industrious mammets instead. The Garleans eagerly offer up their willing hands and agricultural expertise, and you all head off towards the hideaway.
- Your guests have dispersed, but Tataru realizes she forgot to distribute a most important gift: garments fit for tropical climes. Determined to see them delivered, she asks that you take her handpicked outfits to Jullus, his taciturn friend, and the Garlean who expressed an interest in logging.
- Happily, the recipients of your gifts hadn't wandered too far. Duty fulfilled, you turn back to meet Tataru where you left her in the central area of your hideaway.
- Night falls, and you sit before a blazing bonfire with your guests, singing and drinking in a rare evening of revelry. Jullus gazes at the dancing flames, deep in thought. He recalls to you the events that led to this moment, from the civil war which fueled Anima's summoning to the unlikely friendships forged with the twins, Varshahn, and Zero. An endless string of endings, he muses, as inexorable as time itself. Yet in loss comes gain, and from yesterday comes the hope of tomorrow...
- The Garleans thank you for hosting them, their faces glowing and refreshed. Eager to repay your generosity, Jullus promises to extend his own invitation to you once their nation has better recovered, and your guests excuse themselves to the skiff. Before she joins them, Tataru confides that she has relished the time spent on your isle alongside so many comrades from around the star. With no further plans to intrude with visitors, she bids you enjoy your idyllic island life to the fullest.
Contact! Contact from Mistress Tataru!
She sends word that she is presently on her way with the final group of visitors!
Whoever they are, I've no doubt they shall find our sanctuary more than satisfactory; having been so honored by the Admiral practically guarantees it! Now, pray make for the western inlet. ...With haste, with haste!
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I'm filled with pride each time I remember that we officially represent the pinnacle of island development. Though we couldn't work to build a new home on distant stars, I am full glad we could build one here!
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Sorry to have kept you waiting, Forename!
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Forgive our intrusion. Jullus pyr Norbanus, reporting for...recreation.
I thought it best we not arrive in uniform, but these are my comrades of the Ist Legion.
They have been laboring daily to ensure the Garlean community's needs are met.
Tataru's invitation came as a surprise to all of us, but... Well, do you remember how we insisted the twins take proper leave from their duties in Garlemald?
They informed the Ilsabard contingent of their impending departure, of course, and apparently the news traveled fast...
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Specifically to Emmanellain and Sicard! According to Lucia, they were uncommonly allied in their insistence that our Garlean comrades needed a vacation above anyone.
Knowing full well the relaxation to be found on your island, they wasted no time in hatching a plan to ensure the Garlean community's most indefatigable workers benefited from such pleasurable environs.
Thus, we lured out Jullus and his contingent...
...and by Emmanellain's airship, Sicard's swiftest vessel, and my wee little rowboat, delivered our fine guests to your lovely island!
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We had our reservations at first but could not in good conscience refuse such a generous offer.
So here we are. Vacationing.
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That's the spirit!
Now, what would you like to do? Lounge on the beach? Soak in the greenery? Tour the island's landmarks?
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What will you say?
1) Why not go for a swim?
2) Let's catch bugs.
3) How about a stroll through the wilds?
Of course. We all learned to swim during military training.
However, as this is our first time in an ocean, I'd prefer to remain within reasonable distance to the shore. How long and far would be sufficient?
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Right!
...Catch them and do what, exactly?
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Not a bad idea. From the looks of it, this island's wilderness seems plentiful enough to get lost in.
Mountains, forests, and no doubt rivers─I can think of no better place to undergo survival training.
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For all his willingness to humor us, something tells me he's not a practiced vacationer.
...How about we pay a visit to Forename's mammets? You can see the sort of work they get up to and even try your hand at some of their tasks, if you so choose!
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Do you keep crops on this island? The art of cultivation has been passed down in my family for generations, so I would be happy to tend to the fields!
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I have some experience in caring for animals! My mother and father were once farmhands, and I have fond memories of learning the trade.
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My family once made good business in forestry─from logging to splitting firewood, I'm your man.
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We Garleans are an agricultural people first and foremost.
Even after we were driven north, we found arable land and nurtured fields with enough crop to spare for livestock.
What's more, before ceruleum and iron, we relied upon lumber to build our houses and heat our hearths.
Until my parents and grandparents' time, most of us led simple lives in simple homes, not unlike those you found abandoned in Lapis Manalis.
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Is that so? I must say, I hadn't anticipated such an enthusiasm for agriculture, but I'm glad to hear it!
It seems your island is in good hands. Shall we head for the hideaway?
Then, allow me to lead the way!
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The mammets have escorted our guests to their respective areas of interest—everyone seemed eager to get started!
I hope they find it to be a good change of pace. Compared to the Garlemald of recent times, this tropical paradise offers far more in the way of—
Ack! I forgot about my tropical gifts!
I prepared some garments for Jullus and the others, but entirely forgot to present them once we arrived.
We can still catch up to them, though! You'll help me deliver them, won't you?
I'll give you the outfits for Jullus, his quiet friend, and that strapping lad with a love of lumber. You can leave the others to me!
Let's meet back here afterwards!
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Ah, hello there! I was just on my way to gather some wood with this mammet.
Tropical attire? For me? You and the young miss are most generous hosts.
I shall look forward to changing into this upon my return!
For now, the wilds call. If training under Lord Quintus all those years left me with anything, it is a confidence to overcome any hardship—I daresay felling a few trees will prove relaxing in comparison!
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Oh, Forename—we were just talking about you. Is it true you built all this from nothing?
As someone who was raised in the capital and joined the military directly after graduation, I'm not possessed of the same skills as others in my contingent. I find your work here truly impressive.
I wasn't even sure what jobs were available on an island like this, so I've been having this mammet explain your operation here as we tour the facilities.
Garments? I thought my civilian attire suitable for such recreational ventures, but perhaps not...
Still, this is unbelievably light. Quite the far cry from our hefty uniforms.
We'll find somewhere to change. Extend Tataru our thanks, will you?
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Here, Manius.
...Have you and Forename been properly introduced?
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Aye, we had occasion to speak some time ago.
At Victors' Spoils, as I recall. Though you were trailing a tiny chocobo at the time—not to mention that spiderlike communicator.
Never seen a more curious piece of magitek. There I am graveside, and it starts spouting philosophical queries at me.
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A tiny chocobo and philosophical magitek...? You sure you weren't dreaming?
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Of course I wasn't dreaming! I'm not like some of us who drift off during lecture and start loudly scolding our kid siblings in our sleep!
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I-It was one time! Let me live it down already!
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Ha! If I don't keep your elite arse humble, who will? You're stuck with me, Jullus.
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Curse that Manius... Just so you know, I wasn't used to my training yet and I only meant to close my eyes for a moment...
A-Anyway, we'll get changed after finishing our tour of the hideaway, so feel free to continue your rounds.
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I hear that Tataru runs a boutique in Sharlayan that deals in equipment. Feels a little intimidating to know she handpicked these herself.
You don't think it'll be something...complicated, do you? Sometimes Eorzean fashion sense can be a bit too, er... innovative for my tastes.
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<huff> <huff> ...I managed to catch up to the others.
How did you fare?
Wonderful! With their new tropical wear, hopefully their stay will be all the more comfortable!
Now then, while our guests enjoy their activities, we should make preparations for a meal.
Working outside in the fresh air is bound to whet the appetite, don't you think? We could have a wonderful little party on the beach when they return!
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...It's strange, you know.
To be here, now, like this. After so much has happened.
First, the death of Emperor Solus. Then Emperor Varis was assassinated, and life as we knew it was pushed straight into the abyss.
How blind we were, and how heavy a price we paid for it.
In our ignorance, we fed the fires of conflict that gave rise to Anima and lost everything we held dear. Our friends...our families.
The Ilsabard contingent arrived in the midst of that chaos to save us from ourselves, but the damage was already done. Countless were tempered that night─myself included.
Yet, that wasn't the end. You and your allies found a cure, and roused us from that waking nightmare.
...Into another. A scorching sky. Our star being ravaged by the Final Days.
What was left after such calamity?
A mountain of problems, heaped like the rubble of our capital. We didn't even know where to start picking up the pieces.
And then along came Alphinaud and Alisaie. The Hannish satrap.
...And Zero, of course.
She came, befriended us, and then left as suddenly as she arrived.
...That's how life is, isn't it? One unpredictable thing after the next, time passing in an inexorable flow.
And it is through the ups and downs of each passing day that I finally realized something. Honestly, it's so obvious, I could laugh.
Every beginning has an end. We are destined to experience loss. All of us.
Yet, it is the culmination of these endings that builds a future.
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Goodness, even I got caught up in the festivities! Who would have guessed we'd one day be drinking and singing the night away with Garlean comrades?
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We finished reporting our progress to your mammets and indicated where they might easily resume the tasks we were entrusted.
...This was just what we needed. Thank you.
I've no doubt that remembering our stay here will make even the coldest nights seem a little warmer.
I'd hoped to express our thanks in a more material manner, but seeing as we're still reliant upon the goodwill of other nations, I'm afraid the labor we provided is the most we can offer.
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From what the mammets tell me, your workmanship was exemplary. We should be thanking you!
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I'm glad to hear it! The mammets were likewise generous with their expertise, so please extend them our gratitude.
We'll put all we learned here to good use back home—and once Garlemald has regained her footing, I'll extend you an invitation.
...In the summer, I think. When the wind sweeps across the meadows to the snowcapped mountains beyond.
After seeing your beautiful isle, I have a strong feeling you'll like it.
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What will you say?
1) I look forward to it!
2) I only hope that day comes soon...
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As do we. And now that we're refreshed, we'll work doubly hard to see that day come to pass.
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Slowly but surely, we'll get there─after all, we're refreshed and ready to resume our work.
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Until we meet again, Forename. Take care.
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If you're all ready to go, pray wait for me by the skiff! Rest assured that Tataru's wee little rowboat shall see you safely and comfortably to your connecting vessel!
With this, I officially have no more guests to bring you!
Thinking back, we made wonderful memories here, didn't we? With friends both old and new, near and far...
While I am glad the island sanctuary initiative succeeded, far more precious to me is the time we spent here together.
How about you, Forename? Did you enjoy the change of pace?
Nothing would make me happier if you did. No matter where adventure leads, may your hideaway here continue to serve you for summers and summers to come!
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Closest Aetheryte: Moraby Drydocks → Baldin
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