A Disagreeable Dwarf

A Disagreeable Dwarf

Quest giver

Beott

Location

Kholusia (X:12.4, Y:9.2)

Quest line

Kholusian Sidequests
┗ Kholusia Sidequests

Level

70 

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

Links

EDB GT TC

“

Beott welcomes you to the village of Tomra.

— In-game description

Rewards

Unlocks

•   Aether Current

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

Accepting the Quest

Beott: Well scuff my helm, if it ain't that [traveler/foreign dwarf] 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! >
< ...... >

< Lali-ho! >
Beott: Now that's what I like to see─a “lali-ho” straight from the heart!

< ...... >
Beott: ...To be expected, I suppose─outsiders can't never get the greeting right the first time! Never mind, never mind!

(Both)
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!

(Optional)
Ronitt: Odd, I swear I was just holdin' it...
Ronitt: Hm? What're you starin' at, eh!? Clear off!

Speaking with Beott (Cutscene)

Beott: Roooniiitt! Look, we've got a visitor! Why don't you say hello?  

Ronitt: Who're you, then?
Ronitt: What!? You got somethin' to say to me!? 

< What will you say? >
< Lali-ho! > 
< Hi-hi! > 
< Rally-ho! >

< Lali-ho! >
Ronitt: Oh...you...know our greeting... Hmph.

< Hi-hi! >
Ronitt: Huh? Th-That's not how we... Hmph.

< Rally-ho! >
Ronitt: What kinda greeting is that!? A-Are you tryin' to impress me, or somethin'? I... Hmph.

(All)
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: Oh, no, it's just... I mean, I sorta...lost my hammer. 

Beott: 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.
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!

Speaking 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? [She/He]'s trying to tell me something, I just know it...
(Conversation Ends)

< Give a dwarven greeting. >
Affable Townsdwarf: Oho! That's a fine “lali-ho” you've got there, [lass/lad]. 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!

Speaking 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. >
Timid Townsdwarf: Argh! Wh-Why is [she/he] showing me the top of [her/his] h-head!? Has [she/he] no shame!?
(Conversation Ends)

< 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!

(Optional)
Beott: Well, now, what's that you've got there?

Delivering Watts's hammer to Ronitt

Ronitt: Huh? Why are you still here!?
<Hand Over Watt's Hammer>
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!?