On to Summerford
On to Summerford
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- Limsa Lominsa Upper Decks (X:11.6, Y:11.1)
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Baderon, proprietor of the Drowning Wench, wants you to lend a hand at Summerford Farms.
— In-game description
- Optional rewards
- Speak with Staelwyrn at Summerford Farms.
- Baderon, proprietor of the Drowning Wench, wants you to lend a hand at Summerford Farms.
- Staelwyrn, the owner of Summerford Farms, is in need of a helping hand. Leave Limsa Lominsa through the Zephyr Gate and pay a visit to the hardworking farmer.
- Staelwyrn explains that many of his workers were once the crew of his pirate ship, a vessel lost in the destruction of the Calamity. With the former buccaneers less than eager to embrace life on the land, numerous problems are cropping up across the orchard. Seek out those who are struggling with the unruly farmhands and lend what aid you can.
Baderon: Still in Limsa, are ye, Lahabrea? 'Ow'd ye fancy a trip outside the city walls?
Baderon: I'd like ye to visit an orchard by the name o' Summerford Farms. Ever 'eard o' the place? The owner, Staelwyrn, is an old mate o' mine.
Baderon: 'E's got 'imself a crew o' mostly reformed pirate types, if ye can believe that, and 'as been tryin' to bring a bit o' life back to the fields after the Calamity ruined the soil. 'E mentioned needin' another 'and or two, and yer name sprang to mind.
Baderon: I gave ye a glowin' recommendation, so make sure ye work 'ard and impress the old bastard. Ye need directions? The place ain't 'ard to find: just take the Zephyr Gate out o' the city, and follow the road northeast.
Staelwyrn: Ah, you must be the adventurer Baderon promised to send along. [Forename] [Surname], wasn't it?
Staelwyrn: You honored his word, so that's a good start. I'm Staelwyrn, the “old bastard,” as Baderon likely described me, and this here is my humble orchard.
Staelwyrn: A good number of the lads and lasses workin' here once terrorized the high seas. And if you're wonderin' why I employ these scrags, well, they used to crew my pirate ship. Staelwyrn: But the Calamity did for our ship, like it did so many others, and I was sore wounded into the bargain.
Staelwyrn: I had to feed myself and my crew somehow, and Admiral Merlwyb's initiative to get us landlocked buccaneers workin' the fields seemed too fine an offer to refuse.
[A man loudly opens a door with a angry expression, looks at you, and walks past you without saying a word.]
Staelwyrn: Well, it turns out you can take the pirate away from the sea, but you can't take the sea away from the pirate. A lot of my blokes just never took to tendin' the soil, you see.
Staelwyrn: And unfortunately, the botanists I called in to train 'em have been wringin' their hands in black despair. With so much work pilin' up, I need a tougher soul like you to step in and help where it's needed.
Staelwyrn: I've a mind to set you a task, Lahabread, but before I do, I need to be sure you're properly kitted out.
Staelwyrn: Pirates don't care to parley with dandies, you understand. It might well be that the ones here have traded in their cutlasses for coulters, but they're still rogues at heart. Staelwyrn: I know a solid set of gear when I see it. Come back when you think you're more suitably equipped.