A Disagreeable Dwarf
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A Disagreeable Dwarf
- Required items
- 1
Watts's Hammer - Experience
54,000-57,240- Gil
788- Previous quest
Meet the Tholls- Next quest
Almost a Friend- Patch
- 5.0
“Beott welcomes you to the village of Tomra.
— In-game description
Rewards
- Unlocks
Steps
- Speak with Beott.
- Speak with the affable townsdwarf.
- Speak with the timid townsdwarf.
- Deliver Watts's hammer to Ronitt.
Journal
- Beott welcomes you to the village of Tomra.
- Beott welcomes you to the village of Tomra with a hearty “lali-ho.” To her dismay, however, it seems that her son, Ronitt, risks becoming a social outcast for his reluctance to maintain the same level of dwarven etiquette. She begs you to befriend the unfriendly boy, hoping that the rarity of a stranger's presence will help draw Ronitt out of his thorny shell...
- Beott introduces you to Ronitt, and the rebellious lad responds to the simplest interactions with snarls and posturing. Following your attempts at a brief “conversation,” it becomes clear that Ronitt has misplaced a family heirloom once belonging to a famous blacksmith. Beott sends the boy off to continue the search, and asks you to question villagers on the hammer's whereabouts.
- You speak with an affable townsdwarf. He commends you on your fine dwarven manners before pointing out another villager who may have picked up the hammer in question.
- You soon learn that the timid townsdwarf did indeed retrieve Ronitt's carelessly misplaced heirloom. Taking charge of the hammer, you set off to return it to its owner.
- You hand the hammer back to Ronitt, who grudgingly admits that you may not be the worst person he's ever met after all. Beott once more urges you to be a friend to her son, before leaving the two of you alone in uncomfortable companionship...
Dialogue
Quest Acceptance
If player is lalafel:
Beott: Well scuff my helm, if it ain't that foreign dwarf we've been hearing about! Well, well, well, well!
If player is any other race:
Beott: Well scuff my helm, if it ain't that traveler we've been hearing about! And the elder's had more'n a few things to say!
Beott: I'd best be giving you a proper welcome then, eh?
Lali-ho!
What will you say? Lali-ho! / ...... -> ...... Beott: ...To be expected, I suppose─outsiders can't never get the greeting right the first time! Never mind, never mind! Beott: I only wish my own boy would put a bit more effort into his “lalis” and his “hos.” He's always busy fiddling with his damn automata; no time for swapping words with folk of flesh and blood. Beott: Every dwarf knows that a “lali-ho” gets a “lali-ho,” or you're asking to become an outcast... A mother does worry, she does. Beott: And that's only the half of it! I know it's just a stage all lads go through, but the little bugger has to argue with every word I say! Beott: ...Oh, I've just had the most clever idea! Beott: He'll not listen to me or the other villagers, but maybe─just maybe─curiosity for a stranger will win out over that sour attitude of his. Worth a try, don't you think? Beott: Please, befriend my son, Ronitt. Just...get him used to giving a proper greeting. That's all I ask. Beott: And I tell you, he really is a marvel with automata! If you end up getting along, he might even show you a few of his stranger contraptions!
Speak with Beott
Beott: Roooniiitt! Look, we've got a visitor! Why don't you say hello? (Beott does a Lali-ho) Ronitt: Who're you, then? Ronitt: What!? You got somethin' to say to me!? What will you say? Lali-ho! / Hi-hi! / Rally-ho!-> Rally-ho!
Ronitt: What kinda greeting is that!? A-Are you tryin' to impress me, or somethin'? I... Hmph. Ronitt: L-Lali... <mumble> <mumble> Beott: Oh, Ronitt, my lad, you can do better than that! Head up, eyes front! No need to be shy! Ronitt: I-I'm not bein' shy! I'm stoic! Beott: Yes, dear, if you say so. Now, Ronitt, is everything else alright? You seemed to be looking for something...? Ronitt: (taken aback) Oh, no, it's just... I mean, I sorta...lost my hammer. Beott: (emphatically') You WHAT!? Of all the irresponsible, careless, foolish... Beott: Ronitt's hammer has been in the family for generations! It's a priceless heirloom that once belonged to Watts, the blacksmith of legend himself! Beott: Well, what're you standing around for, boy! Find that hammer! We will do what we can to help. (Ronitt runs off) Beott: Right, why don't you have a chat with some villagers for me and ask if they've seen Ronitt's hammer. Just remember your dwarven manners, and all will be well!
Speak with the affable townsdwarf
Affable Townsdwarf: You want words with me, then? What will you do? Give a dwarven greeting. / Give an Eorzean greeting. -> Give an Eorzean greeting. Affable Townsdwarf: ...Hm? [He/She]'s trying to tell me something, I just know it...
What will you do? Give a dwarven greeting. / Give an Eorzean greeting. -> Give a dwarven greeting. Affable Townsdwarf: Oho! That's a fine “lali-ho” you've got there, lass. I like you! Affable Townsdwarf: Ronitt...? Ah, that sulky sprout's lost old Watts's hammer, has he? Well lucky for him, I believe yon gentledwarf picked it up! Affable Townsdwarf: It's time I was getting back to work, then. Good day to you, stranger!
Speak with the timid townsdwarf
Timid Townsdwarf: Y-You...you're talking to m-me? What will you do? Give a dwarven greeting. / Give a Far Eastern greeting. -> Give a Far Eastern greeting. (The Warrior of Light bows towards the dwarf) Timid Townsdwarf: Argh! Wh-Why is [he/she] showing me the top of her h-head!? Has [he/she] no shame!?
What will you do? Give a dwarven greeting. / Give a Far Eastern greeting. -> Give a dwarven greeting. Timid Townsdwarf: Wh-What's this!? A perfect “lali-ho”!? Y-You're no ordinary traveler, I see! Timid Townsdwarf: ...The h-hammer I picked up? Aye, I reckoned I would hand it over to the elder for safekeeping. Y-You're saying it belongs to young R-Ronitt? Timid Townsdwarf: Well, h-he can be a touch sh-shouty, that boy... D-Do you think you could take it back to him for m-me? Timid Townsdwarf: Th-That's my part d-done, then!
Deliver Watts's hammer to Ronitt
Ronitt: Huh? Why are you still here!?
Ronitt: Wait! This...this is my hammer!!! Beott: Well, well, well, well. Would you look at that! Beott: You see, Ronitt? Give the right and proper greeting, and folk'll be glad to share a bit of kindness. Could be that you've a thing or two to learn from [Forename] here. Ronitt: Huh!? Are you lecturin' me again!? Ronitt: Aye, well, maybe... Maybe you're not such a bad sort. Ronitt: I'll just put the hammer in a safe place somewhere... I mean to be a famous smitty myself someday, so I'd best not lose it again! Beott: I'll leave you to it, then. I know my boy's not the easiest to get along with, [Forename], but he could sure use a friend like you! Ronitt: I don't need a friend! I don't need anyone! Ronitt: We...we're not goin' to be friends, understand!? But you can stay around a little longer. If you want. Ronitt: S-So, now what!?