Charline
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Charline
Charline is an Elezen found in South Shroud. She is a Hearer of Gridania, assigned to Quarrymill by the Seedseer Council to convey the elementals' will to the residents. She is also responsible for conveying the elementals' judgment of prospective new residents of the Twelveswood.
Quests Involved In
| Quest | Type | Level | Quest Giver |
|---|---|---|---|
| Killing Him Softly | 
|
26 | Meffrid |
Dialogue
Charline: Greetings and salutations, adventurer. What brings you to Quarrymill?
What do you do here?
Charline: I am a Hearer of Gridania, assigned to preside over this hamlet at the behest of the Seedseer Council. Charline: It is my charge to listen to the whisper of the elementals, the eternal guardians of the Twelveswood, that I might convey their will to the residents. Charline: Lest you wonder, my work is akin to that of a counselor. Though for the most part, such counsel as I give comes not from myself, but from the elementals themselves.
What kind of place is this?
Charline: Quarrymill was named for the waterwheels that served to process raw stone into building material. Charline: Over the years, it has come to be a gathering place for hunters and trappers, owing to its location amidst elemental-sanctioned hunting grounds. Charline: Quarrymill is also a place of judgment. All outsiders who wish to dwell in the Twelveswood must present themselves here to have their worthiness weighed by the elementals. Charline: Those whose petition is denied cannot remain in the wood, nor can they receive of its bounty. Harsh though it may seem, this has been the way of it since time immemorial.
Killing Him Softly
Charline: You wish to aid the Ala Mhigans? You are possessed of a kind heart, adventurer, but I'm afraid I have not the authority to grant you your wish. Charline: This authority belongs only to the elementals, eternal guardians of the Twelveswood. All outsiders, be they babes at the breast or men grown, are judged of a night whether they may have a place beneath the boughs. Charline: Alas, the Ala Mhigans' petition has been denied. Harsh though it may seem, they do not have leave to receive of the wood's bounty. Ever has it been since time immemorial, and ever shall it be.