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Meat of the Matter
Side quest, level 20. 102nd of 194 in play order.
Quest giver: Ysabel Hawthorne, East Shroud (X 16.5, Y 27.1).
Steps
- Lay traps in the Bramble Patch.
- Report to Ysabel.
Journal
- Ysabel seeks to catch wild game and needs someone to lay traps.
- Ysabel has run out of fresh meat to prepare hot meals for frontier sentries. Take the
box of hunting tools to the Bramble Patch, and there lay traps in her stead. - You have set all the traps. Report back to Ysabel at the Hawthorne Hut.
- Ysabel expresses her admiration for the men and women who willingly shed blood that peace might reign in the Twelveswood. You silently join her in praying for a bountiful catch.
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Characters 1
Ysabel at the Hawthorne Hut is running low on meat for the hot meals she makes for frontier sentries.
What you know from earlier quests 1
- #101 Sylphic Studies: Ysabel says sylph manners are almost completely alien to ours. She warns you not to judge them by their childlike looks, or your face may end up covered in scribbles.
What happens in this quest spoilers for this quest
- Ysabel Hawthorne: Ysabel's father is a retired adventurer. She has you lay traps in the Bramble Patch. She cannot fight, so she helps by cooking hearty meals for the sentries who protect the forest.
Dialogue 6 lines
Accepting the quest
Ysabel
You are an adventurer, are you not? Aye, you have the same air about you as Father. He used to be an adventurer like you, though he has long since retired, and now finds pleasure in welcoming travelers to this humble hut. We also serve hot meals to the brave men and women who protect our borders─a small token of our appreciation for their efforts.
- FR Il s'est retiré il y a bien longtemps et il accueille désormais ses anciens collègues dans son humble hutte. ‘He retired long ago and now welcomes his former colleagues in his humble hut.’ English says her father welcomes travelers; French says he welcomes his former colleagues.
Speaking of which, our meat stocks are running perilously low yet again, and I must head into the Bramble Patch to trap some game. Sorry to cut short our conversation, but duty calls, and no one else is going to─
Oh! I do hate to impose, but might I trouble you to take this box of hunting tools and lay the traps in my stead? It is for a good cause, as I mentioned. There are only so many hours in the day, you understand, and every bell I spend on this task would be a bell spent neglecting another.
Report to Ysabel.
Ysabel
Thank you ever so much! Now, all that remains is for us to wait, and to pray for a bountiful catch. I shall have the Wood Wailers check the traps on the morrow. They are more than happy to do so, knowing that the meat will end up in their own bellies, like as not!
But if I might be permitted to speak seriously for a moment, it is not an easy time to be a frontier sentry. Fearsome beasts abound in these parts, and there is the imperial threat besides.
Thus am I glad that I, who cannot wield a sword, may yet play my part by preparing hearty meals for those brave men and women who willingly endure hurts that simple folk like me might enjoy peace.