A Request of One's Own
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A Request of One's Own
- Quest giver
- Theopauldin
- Location
- Old Sharlayan (X:13.8, Y:15.0)
- Quest line
Sharlayan Sidequests
┗ Old Sharlayan Sidequests- Level
- 80
- Required quest
Going Haam
Go West, Craftsman- Requirements
- Disciples of the Land or Hand
- Experience
112,200- Gil
979- Next quest
- The Pride of Labyrinthos
- Patch
- 6.5
- Links
- EDB GT TC
Theopauldin is chatting animatedly with a gleaner.
— In-game description
Rewards
- Unlocks
Steps
- Speak with the relaxing researcher in Sharlayan Hamlet.
- Speak with Theopauldin.
Journal
- Theopauldin is chatting animatedly with a gleaner.
Dialogue
Accepting the Quest
Start of cutscene.Pray see that it is done. Thank you for your unwavering service.
...Oh! Thaliak be good, I didn't see you there.
I trust you have been well? And the twins?
...Er, perhaps I should reintroduce myself. Out first meeting was passing brief, after all.
My name is Theopauldin, and I oversee the researchers in Labyrinthos.
During the Final Days, you and the Leveilleur children assisted me in exchange or stories about their mother and father. Although, I'm sure the issue off the aetherburner weighted heavier on your mind than personal anecdotes at the time.
You Scions truly managed to do the impossible. Our star owes you its salvation.
Moreover, you spectacular voyage through the great expanse has driven our researchers to pursue greater Heights o development and innovation.
What will you say?
...We don't have another apocalypse scheduled, do we?
Not so far as I'm aware! No, for a blessing, what we currently concern ourselves with in Labyrinthos is far less dire.
Oh, are you building more toy boats--er, starfaring vessels?
While I can't deny something of the sort, the scope of our current work extends far beyond interstellar travel.
Would you care to join me below? You can see or yourself what our researchers have been busying themselves with these days.
Our gleaners have just delivered some missives that I must distribute, and I would be greatly honored by your company.
Marvelous. I have no doubt your presence will brighten many a day.
In that case, where might we begin...
Ah, yes! Why don't we pay Margrat a visit? Quite gregarious, that one. Always eager to share her opinions.
Her laboratory is on the eastern side of Sharlayan Hamlet, so let us be off.
End of cutscene.
Optional dialogue
This is the place. Let's see if she's in.
Speak with the relaxing researcher in Sharlayan Hamlet.
Can I help you with something?
Yes, in fact. My apologies for intruding upon your break, but is Margrat available for a chat?
Oh, er... No, she, er... Left for Thesauros, I think.
She mentioned something about a request...or getting something off her chest, I couldn't say for sure...
Thesauros is a collective that oversees the allocation of research materiel, so naturally they have a branch here in Sharlayan Hamlet.
From quills to guildship commissions, Thesauros is a one-stop provider of countless invaluable services. They are committed to ensuring our researchers have what they need to perform their work effectively and efficiently.
I am sure Margrat will be kind enough to expound upon their offerings in exhausting detail when we find her. It's the building just across the plaza.
Speak with Theopauldin.
Here we are. I assume we'll find Margrat with our receptionist.
Start of cutscene....That I should have to explain is an affront to common sense, but our development of Labyrinthos's infrastructure has been painstakingly rational, as befits this intellectual community.
We have never shirked our duty to share the returns of our research, be they informational or monetary, and Aporia's ledgers can surely attest to the equitable distribution of such dividends.
Since this rational system is designed to create a self-sustaining cycle of funding for our research, it is only logical to conclude that nothing is rotten in the state of Sharlayan Hamlet.
But do you know what is rotten, Hodge? What is hastening our decay, body and soul?
The godsdamned chairs, Hodge! The blank, soulless walls! The complete inability to requisition anything deemed “irrelevant” to our research despite the abundant benefits they may provide─the sustainment of the sanity and well-being of us researchers!
Tell me, is the mighty Labyrinthos bereft of wealth or compassion? I'd like to know, Hodge!
...When I said she was eager to share her opinions, I confess this was not what I had in mind. Margrat, would you kindly stop berating Hodge for doing his job?
B-Berating? No, I'm...I am merely submitting a request for answers regarding systemic failures whilst offering my assessment of the situation. But now that you're here, sir, perhaps you can use your authority to remedy this latest injustice!
Would that I could, Margrat. Sadly, our resources have their limits, but I assure you that our associates at Thesauros will continue to make every effort to ensure each request receives due consideration.
Furthermore, in light of the correspondence I just received from your collaborators, you have more pressing matters to attend to. They say, and I quote:
"We appreciate your concerns regarding the current schedule. Nevertheless, we wish to proceed according to initially scheduled projections. Respectfully yours, etc.“
Hyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Why!? Why does this always happen!?
What about the word “impossible” is so difficult to comprehend!? Do they think we're exaggerating!? Or is the air too thin at the mountaintops of privilege from which our superiors deign to issue commandments!?
Why is it that when we dare to hope that perhaps this time, this time it will be different─it always ends in the same catastrophe of unlearned lessons!?
Do it again, but faster! Sacrifice health, hygiene, and personal happiness as you feed the furnace, its hunger for your labor insatiable! O minion, render up your everything on the altar of glorious progress!
Oh, I can't stand it anymore... Take my life, my liberty, just leave me my fluffy bed! I've only just remembered its gentle caress... <sob>
But no! After ripping us from the bosom of what meager comforts our servitude affords, they now expect us to bruise our buttocks upon chairs harder than the heads of the whole Forum combined!
Upon the slags that greedy gil-pinchers refuse to replace on the grounds they are not essential for our work, despite the cries of our lower backs for succor, mournful and ceaseless and distracting, stifling genius and innovation...!
Question:
?
?
Wait a moment... I've seen you somewhere before...
Aether tanks! That's right, aether tanks, I remember!
...Truly, you wish to help? Because even if I am more indebted to you than you to me, I am prepared to impose upon your goodwill if it will yield us even an onze of respite.
Tell me, are you an artisan? An aspiring gleaner? Someone willing to do what it takes?
Oh, I knew it! You exude a kindness that other people in our immediate vicinity decidedly lack!
I'll get straight to the point: our bums are sore and our backs are curled like finger shrimp. Anything to help alleviate our pains would be greatly appreciated. Cushions, massage instruments, herbal supplements, anything.
Oh, and should you fear that a surplus of generosity might go to waste, know there is no shortage of achy researchers in my laboratory, so all donations will be put to good use.
Rest assured you will be compensated with more than our glowing gratitude, too! You adventuring types like those colorful scrips, don't you? Well, I have a veritable tonze of them left over from an old project, so they are yours should they bring you joy.
...While your gesture humbles us, I would hate to think Margrat is pressuring you with her, er, overzealousness. Are you sure this arrangement would not be an imposition?
Well, it's your prerogative, and I am sure your efforts will be appreciated by all.
Hodge, coordinate with the distributors of Margrat's scrips so we may establish a provisional exchange in these offices for our new partner's convenience.
...Understood.
R'dhyanki at the far desk will see that you are furnished with whatever supplies you require. Do not hesitate to make use of her services.
I have other missives in need of delivery, so I shall leave you to it, but please...take care not to overexert yourself.
Be advised that I will hold you responsible if she does!
Right! To avoid Theopauldin's wrath, why don't we start with three items or so? Your best materiel for backaches in exchange for my colorful scrips. I look forward to seeing what you deliver!
End of cutscene.