That Old Familiar Feeling

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That Old Familiar Feeling

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Quest giver
Ul'dah - Steps of Thal (X:9, Y:11)
Experience 5,760
Previous quest
Ul'dah's Most Wanted
Next quest
The Face of Thal

First Sword Mylla wishes to assign you another task.

— In-game description


Optional rewards


  • Search for your guildmates near Camp Drybone.
  • Speak with the injured gladiator.
  • Report to Mylla.
  • Meet Aldis at the Quicksand.
  • Defend yourself from the nameless assailants!
  • Report to Mylla.


  • A band of Amalj'aa archers has been raiding caravans near Camp Drybone. Mylla has already dispatched several gladiators to assist with patrols, and bids you travel to eastern Thanalan to join them.
  • You luck upon and slay the Amalj'aa archers, rescuing a wounded guildmate and a cowering merchant. Speak with the gladiator and see if he needs aid.
  • You guildmate assures you that his wounds are not mortal, and that he can look after the merchant. Return to the Gladiators' Guild and report to Mylla.
  • Shortly after you return, the guild erupts into chaos when Aldis enters. The First Sword is especially upset, demanding that he leave or face dire consequences. Aldis agrees and makes to depart, but not before requesting that you join him at the Quicksand for a drink.
  • Your conversation with Aldis is interrupted when a gang of sellswords bursts into the Quicksand, intent on slaying the man. In an impressive display of swordsmanship, Aldis slays most of the assassins, though you do your part as well. His mood soured, Aldis wanders off in search of a quieter tavern. Return to the guild and speak with Mylla.
  • Finally recovered from the shock of Aldis's earlier intrusion, Mylla recalls that she wished to teach you something new. She hopes that your new Shield Lob technique, with which you can attack enemies at range, will serve you well in the future.
※ The next gladiator quest will be available from Mylla upon reaching level 20.


Mylla: Hail, [Forename]. You come at a good time. I've another task I wish to assign you.

Mylla: The Immortal Flames and the Brass Blades have both requested the guild's assistance in maintaining security at Camp Drybone, a vital outpost along the Royal Allagan Sunway.

Mylla: The Amalj'aa have been raiding caravans with reckless abandon, creating a significant disruption in trade.

Mylla: Ul'dah has a long, troubled history with the Amalj'aa, so raids are not unheard of. However, this recent escalation must be addressed.

Mylla: Go to Camp Drybone and search for these raiders, [Forename]. I've already dispatched other gladiators to patrol the region, so I suggest you speak with one for more information.

[When talking with Injured Gladiator]

Injured Gladiator: Get down! They're still here!

[After killing 2 Amalj'aa Ravager and talking with Injured Gladiator again]

Injured Gladiator: <cough> <wheeze> Don't worry, brother, I'll be fine-though maybe not when the First Sword is done with me, eh? Go and tell her that the Amalj'aa are dead-leave the merchant to me.

[Upon returning to Gladiators' Guild and talking with Mylla]

Mylla: I knew I was right to send you, [Forename]! You've done us proud.

Aldis: Seven hells, this place reeks of sweat! How do you expect a mon to concentrate on his swordplay like this!?

Bruce: Aldis!?

Aldis: You remember me! How goes it, brother? Still waving your sword around like a feather duster?


Aldis: Good to see you too, Mulla my dead. You'ra more beautiful than I remember.

Mylla: Y-You're alive!? Where have you been all these years!? Answer me!

Aldis: Me? Well, if you must know, I'm on a spiritual journey to self-discovery.

Mylla: Dammit, Aldis, this is serious! We all thought you were dead! And for you to walk in here, as though nothing ever happened-have you forgotten how you dishonored us!? I should cut you down where you stand!

Aldis: Ho ho, this's the Mylla I remember, all the fire and brimstone! I knew that pretty face could still contort itself into some terrifying shapes!

Aldis: Ahhh, don't pout, girl, I'm just having fun. But, as you wish, I'll go.

Aldis: [Forename], was it? Why don't you join me at the quicksand? I could use some company, and I doubt anyone else here would be so kind.