That's some cliff, ain't it? Ye'd never get cargo up an' down that thing without this great bloody mess o' wood and pullys.
- What do you do here?
- A collection o' freight companies banded together to come up with the Skylift ye see here. I guess ye could call me the "face" o' the operation. Not that I wield aught more authority than the next bloke, ye understand- with Limsa bein' a place built on the ways o' the pirates, every bleedin' act in decided by a vote. So my job is settin' up meetin's an' presidin' over the votes. The grease on the wheels, as it were. Some days, I'd sooner be drivin' one of them wagons, and gettin' some real work done.
- What kind of place is this?
- This operation was set up after the Calamity cracked the very ground, and raised a cliff clear across middle La Noscea. Ye might rely on cargo ships for deliveries along the coast, but the folk living inland still need our wagons to get through. This scaffoldin' ain't sturdy enough to hold a fully laden wain, so the ideal solution would be to collapse a section o' the cliff and make us a ramp. 'Course, no bugger has the time or the resources for that sort of undertakin'. For the time bein', we're stuck usin' what we have.