Hard Country
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Hard Country
- Quest giver
- Griseldis
- Location
- The Peaks (X:23.1, Y:7.1)
- Quest line
Stormblood Main Scenario Quests- Level
- 60
- Required items
- 1
Chapuli Horn
1
Hornbill Claws - Experience
100,000- Gil
583- Previous quest
The Prodigal Daughter- Next quest
- A Life More Ordinary
- Patch
- 4.0
- Links
- EDB GT TC
Main Scenario Progress: 387 / 978 (39.6%)
Stormblood Progress: 8 / 162 (4.9%)
“Griseldis is here, but her mind is elsewhere...
— In-game description
Steps
- Slay a Gyr Abanian Hornbill for one of its talons.
Journal
- Griseldis is here, but her mind is elsewhere...
Dialogue
Accepting the Quest
Griseldis: You'd best keep your distance, if you know what's good for you. Say your piece and move on. Griseldis: Looking for folks down on their luck? Congratulations, you've found one. As you can see, my leg ain't what it used to be. Some days I can hardly walk for the pain. Griseldis: Mornings are the worst, especially after cold nights. Hard labor's right out—too much pain and trouble for others. Griseldis: There's a tea what helps with it, though...I'd need to grind a chapuli horn and a hornbill talon for the blend... Griseldis: Eh? You'll go and get some for me, just like that? You needn't trouble yourself so... (Optional) Griseldis: ...I've no expectations of aid, mind, but if you happen to pass through the Last Forest and stumble into some chapulis and hornbills...
Deliver the horn and claws to Griseldis
Griseldis: You've been gone a while. What brings you back to Ala Gannha? <Hand Over Chapuli Horn and Hornbill Talon> Griseldis: Oh, I never meant to... I mean, in times like these, you never think people will actually... Griseldis: This country's hard on people, but it's not just that. The imperials, they....they've made it known I'm not to be helped. A dead man's good for one lesson, you know, whereas a live one... Griseldis: You're with the Resistance, right? I suppose there's no reason not to tell you then. Griseldis: My father, gods rest his soul, was deathly sick at the time, and so I'd gone out into the forest, spear in hand, to gather herbs. And then I had the good fortune to run into an imperial patrol. Griseldis: My weapon marked me as a rebel, or so they said. Not that it'd've made a difference if I'd fought back. I knew what the lot of them were about the moment that centurion laid eyes on me... Griseldis: Didn't matter in the end, of course. Some people just like to hurt others. And by the time I limped back to the hut, it was too late for my father. Griseldis: Too late for me too, aye, and many others I imagine. Help them too if you like—they'll be grateful and say thank you. But beyond that, I wouldn't hope for much.