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Getting Your Bearings
Map quest, level 7 (you can take it from level 4). 36th of 87 in play order.
Steps
- Find
chunks of magnetite. - Deliver the
magnetite to Galfridus
at the Silver Bazaar.
Journal
- Danyell
of the Silver Bazaar requires some very specific materials to fix his father's broken compass. - Danyell
believes that his fisherman father has been stuck on land of late because his compass is broken. Venture outside the Silver Bazaar and see if you can find three
chunks of magnetite to fix the broken instrument. - You have collected three
chunks of magnetite. Deliver them to Galfridus
at the Silver Bazaar. - The
magnetite you supplied can be used to mend the damaged compass. Tragically, however, there does not seem to be much use for it once repaired.
Dialogue 11 lines
Accepting the quest
Don't waste yer time, lass/mate. Bloody compass done broke on me. Aye, I'll not be fishin' this day, nor the next, more than like.
Well, he isn't dying or anything... He's a fisherman by trade, you see, but he broke his only compass. He hasn't been able to put out to sea in weeks.
Magnetite? Danyell
asked that of ye, did he? So, Dad's to fix up the ol' compass an' put back out to sea, is he? Catch a nice haul of fat fish, hm?
The compass is very special. It was crafted by the goldsmiths of Eshtaime's Lapidaries. Repairing it will require many
chunks of magnetite.
I've a vessel what's barely seaworthy, an' scarce big enough for me alone. I've no crew, no hands to help with the haul. All bloody day at sea bustin' me arse gets me a few gil at best.
Such stones can be found near the lighthouse, but the search is not without its dangers. The area is rife with earth sprites drawn to the magnetism. I'm a lowly fisherman's son. I have no arm for fighting, nor the stomach.
Gods, days ain't what they were. Time was ye could scarce count the ships what used to make berth here. There weren't no empty coinpurse or stomach in all the Bazaar.
Three
chunks of magnetite would serve to mend the compass. Once you find them, please take them to my father, Galfridus
. No doubt he'll be dawdling about the Bazaar, as always.
Small ships ain't got no place at sea no more. E'erywhere I go, I'm in the shadow or wake of some monstrous trawler or seiner. The old ways're done. We li'l fishermen done lost our way.
I ain't no fisherman no more, nor much of a father, I s'pose. Just a broken man with a broken compass an' broken dreams.