The Life of the Party
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The Life of the Party
- Quest giver
- Memezofu
- Location
- Northern Thanalan (X:21.9, Y:21.1)
- Level
- 49
- Experience
6,960- Gil
0- Previous quest
Jumping on a Grenade- Next quest
- An Eye for Elixirs
- Patch
- 2.0
“Memezofu has been hard at work making potions, and needs them delivered to those in need.
— In-game description
Rewards
- Choose one of the following options:
Steps
- Administer potion cocktails to the wounded.
- Report to Memezofu.
Journal
- Memezofu has been hard at work making potions, and needs them delivered to those in need.
- Skirmishes with Garlean forces grow more frequent by the day. Memezofu has created a batch of potion cocktails, and bids you administer them to the wounded soldiers at Raubahn's Push.
- The wounded will live to fight another day. Apprise Memezofu of the situation.
- Memezofu reveals that he once fought on the front lines, explaining his passion for potions.
Dialogue
Accepting the Quest
Memezofu: I have formulated the potions as promised, but little good will they do the world sitting here. Memezofu: Skirmishes with the Garleans grow more frequent by the day, and with them grows the number of needless casualties. I do not claim we might save every soldier, but every life lost to a wound less than fatal is to be lamented.
Administering potion cocktails to the wounded
Injured Flame Private First Class: Help... My wounds... <Using Potion Cocktail> Injured Flame Private First Class: I've tasted better, but it's a fool who gripes about a swig that saves his life. This spicy brew could be none other than Memezofu's—I'll be sure to thank him when next I see him.
Injured Flame Corporal: Ah, the pain! The pain! <Using Potion Cocktail> Injured Flame Corporal: ...I'm not quite dead. I think I could pull through!
Injured Flame Private Second Class: The light...grows dark... I don't want...to die... <Using Potion Cocktail> Injured Flame Private Second Class: Yes, my strength returns. I will not pass into the keeping of Thal this day!
Injured Flame Private Third Class: Ugh... Damned Garleans... <Using Potion Cocktail> Injured Flame Private Third Class: Bless your soul! I thought I was done for!
Reporting to Memezofu
Memezofu: We alchemists know life to be a fragile thing, a precarious matrix of exigencies and resolutions sewn together by the delicate threads of time. Fate determines the value of a life-saving potion, and to the soldiers you saved, yours was the merciful hand of fate. Memezofu: I was once a fighting man like those you saved today, but alas, no guardian spirit visited me in my hour need. My contributions to the battlefield have been since confined to those which I concoct here in my laboratory. Memezofu: Yet I take solace in saving others from such a fate as mine, and it is by your brave hands that I am able to do so.