Don't Shut Me Out

Don't Shut Me Out

Quest giver

Miah Molkot

Location

North Shroud (X:22.7, Y:24.2)

Level

37

Required items

1   Bomb Finger

Experience

 4,370

Gil

 1,478

Previous quest

Inquire at the Spire

Next quest

From Gridania, with Love

Patch

2.0

Links

GT

“

Instructor Molkot commands both fear and loyalty, and one of those will bend you to her will. Resist not, and find out what she wants.

— In-game description

Steps

• Use the bomb finger to destroy the Ixali blockade.
• Report to Miah Molkot.

Journal

• Instructor Molkot commands both fear and loyalty, and one of those will bend you to her will. Resist not, and find out what she wants.

• Miah Molkot is never without a violent plan or three, and the barricade erected by the Ixal only stokes the flames. Take the bomb finger, make your way to the blockade on the north corridor, and blast it into oblivion.

• The blockade is no more, and the north corridor stands open. Take the happy news to Molkot.

• Molkot greets the news with eyes glittering and tail lashing. At certain times, she reminds you of some exotic creature─impossible to control, casually bloodthirsty, and hypnotic to behold.

Dialogue

Accepting the Quest

Miah Molkot: The White Rams are stationed at Eugenia's Spire ostensibly on guard duty—oh yes, protecting the trees of this forest from the miscreants in the Ixali logging grounds to the north. Very defensive!
Miah Molkot: Play defense long enough, and the enemy forgets we can attack. I suppose that was the idea, but—now! Now the enemy anticipates us.
Miah Molkot: Those mocking, tweeting birds have sealed off the north corridor with a blockade! I ssspit on their cunning. It keeps me from their wee necks...
Miah Molkot: Adventurer, take down the blockade with this bomb finger. Little birds not content to have a few more quiet moons before all hells break loose? Fine! The Ixal shall feel the Ram right meow!

Reporting to Miah Molkot

Miah Molkot: Well blasted! A purrrfect detonation!
Miah Molkot: Put up your little blockades, my wee birds, and down they go like a cradle on a bough! There will be nothing, but nothing, to stand between the White Rams and our prey...