The Pride of Labyrinthos
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The Pride of Labyrinthos
- Quest giver
- Margrat
- Location
- Labyrinthos (X:20.4, Y:20.1)
- Quest line
Sharlayan Sidequests
┗ Labyrinthos Sidequests- Level
- 80
- Requirements
- Custom Delivery level 5 with Margrat
- Experience
0- Gil
895- Previous quest
A Request of One's Own- Patch
- 6.5
- Links
- EDB GT TC
Margrat is thoughtfully observing her surroundings.
— In-game description
Rewards
- Unlocks
Steps
- Speak with Theopauldin.
- Speak with Margrat.
- Speak with Margrat again.
Journal
- Margrat is thoughtfully observing her surroundings.
Related NPCs
Dialogue
...I see the parade of disgruntled petitioners marching unto Thesauros has come to an end. All thanks to you, I'd wager.
Common scrips seem far too impersonal a reward for such a feat! Which is why I have secretly prepared you something else.
But, before I hand over the goods, I was hoping you might pay Theopauldin a visit.
Apparently, he needs your reassurances that I haven't been an overbearing taskmaster. A pity he's never shown a fraction of that concern for how we've suffered under the yoke, or lifted a finger to reform Thesauros's broken policies. But what would I know...
Anyway, he should be in Aporia, if you'd take pity on the old man. No rest for the compassionate, eh?
I'll fetch your present, so go and pay Theopauldin a visit, would you? He should be in Aporia.
Ah, I see Margrat saw fit to release you from her grasp. Thank you for stopping by.
I understand that you ended up fulfilling not only her requests, but those of a number of other researchers in Sharlayan Hamlet.
Though I and many others appreciate the lengths to which you have gone on our behalf, I do hope you did not find the experience too vexing...?
What will you say?
On the contrary! Your researchers are a delight.
Not “vexing” so much as “taxing”...but well worth the scrips.
I'm relieved to hear it! You must be accustomed to dealing with strong personalities, given your adventures with the Archons—to say nothing of the Leveilleurs!
I'm relieved you found the arrangement agreeable. I shudder to think of what complaints the twins might lodge should they suspect we were abusing your time or generosity...
I suppose I should have known my fears would be unfounded. Margrat would be the last person to willingly aggravate Forename Surname, after all.
Hers is but one small tale from the Final Days. Perhaps inconsequential compared to some, yet significant in its own way...
With the appearance of the realm's first blasphemy in Radz–at–Han, our steady construction of the ark became a mad race to the finish.
Then the aetherburner was enhanced, enabling our ship to become a starfaring vessel that would bear the Scions to the very edge of existence.
And as our aims shifted to accommodate the escalating threat to our star, many who helped construct the Ragnarok suffered under the weight of the psychological burden.
Of course, the Ragnarok's construction was a collaborative effort, made possible only by advanced Loporrit technology and resources sourced from all across the world.
But rare was the soul among us who never considered the darkest of possibilities, crushed as we were by nigh-endless labor. “What if I've made a mistake?” “What if my error proves fatal for us all?”
Margrat was no different. And though the stress drove her into a state of delirium at the time, after the Ragnarok departed...well, it was difficult to watch.
Insomnia, loss of appetite, frequent and spontaneous fits of crying. Anything she did manage to eat typically didn't stay down for long. She was inconsolable until the Ragnarok returned safely—and for a period after as well.
Hers was not a unique condition. The severity varied by person, but all our researchers struggled in the same fashion as the Final Days wore on.
That is why you—your journey and your homecoming—hold so much significance for them. You are living proof that everything we endured held meaning.
Shockingly easy to forget, sometimes. So thank you for spending so much time with us.
But the past is the past, and our memories do not justify the misuse of your time and energy. Should it ever be too much, I implore you to say no to Margrat and the others. They will understand.
Now then, I hope you continue to enjoy the wonders that only Labyrinthos, vortex of unassailable intellect and irrepressible emotion, can provide!
Welcome back! I take it you found Theopauldin?
I have your special gift here, if you're in need of a palate cleanser. Here you go—from my heart to yours!
That, my friend, is a gleaner's uniform! Dyed a particularly exquisite shade. I think you'll like it.
I wasn't sure what to get you, but since you are my personal gleaner, what could be better than bespoke clothing? So, I leaned on a few contacts, called in some favors, and voilà: fashion.
If it's not too much trouble, would you try it on for me? I'd like to think my measurements were accurate, but you can never be too sure. Use the storage facility when you're ready to change and come and find me by the aetheryte when you've finished.
Change into your new clothes?
Ahem! Testing, testing...
Greetings, comrades of Labyrinthos! It is I, Margrat. Propulsion aetherologist. Coming to you with a very special announcement.
Some of you may have noticed a distinguished-looking lady/fellow standing by the aetheryte in Sharlayan Hamlet.
Who is she/he, you ask? Why, none other than one of the brave souls we entrusted to the Ragnarok—Forename Surname!
Now, I realize that some of you may feel compelled to smother her/him with questions and affection. However! I must insist you rein in those impulses, and approach—should you elect to do so—with a surplus of restraint and respect.
Look for the lovely/dashing Hyur/Elezen/Lalafell/Miqo'te/Roegadyn/Au Ra/Hrothgar/Viera wearing the blue uniform. Remember—seize the moment, not the gleaner!
Did she say Forename Surname, or am I hallucinating again?
I-I have to pay my respects! I must!
Where did she say?
Look! A blue gleaner's uniform!
There, there!
Er...p-pardon me. Are you Forename Surname by any chance?
O-Oh. You're...you're rather different than I imagined.
Erm! You don't feel, er...irregular do you? After your travels. Are you well?
O-Oh, I'm so glad. We're doing quite well too! ...Erm. I-I mean, I'm glad.
He's right, though. Thanks to you, we're living out our lives and continuing our research with nary an apocalypse in sight.
Our experience working on the Ragnarok has proven instrumental to our current prospects. Once you've sent a ship to Ultima Thule, nothing feels too intimidating to try!
...Not to mention the complete impossibility of pursuing our passions had we succumbed to meteors, blasphemies, or gods know what else.
Thank you for your service and your bravery.
Sorry, sorry! Easier to ask forgiveness than permission and so forth. I had hoped we might get the chance to chat, is all.
When you and your fellows launched the Ragnarok and took to the heavens, you...placed your faith in our work.
Maybe you didn't have a choice. Maybe that was truly the last option left to mankind.
But you—and the rest of the Scions onboard that ship—meant everything to us.
Your safe return...meant everything to us.
We all gave the Ragnarok strict instructions, you see. We told her to spare nothing in bringing you back. Even if it meant falling apart in the process.
...And the old girl listened.
Belated though the fanfare may be, allow us to officially welcome you home, Forename Surname. You are and always will be the pride of Labyrinthos.
As such, we have one final question for you.
Would you say it was a smooth ride?
What will you say?
To the end of eternity and back? Smooth as butter!
...We made it home alive, thanks to you.
Ha ha! That's...that's all we ever wanted!
Well, I daresay not even the euphoric thrill of meeting a deadline can measure up to this sublime sense of satisfaction.
...That uniform becomes you. I hope you'll remember your friends in Labyrinthos whenever you wear it.
You know, I think it's past time I tried on something new myself! What better way to cleanse the mind and replenish the spirit? Let me know if you have suggestions, O ye of impeccable procurement.
Speaking of, I'm sure the general populace will soon be clamoring for items gleaned by the hand of generous Forename Surname.
Since realizing everyone's individual hopes and dreams is too great an endeavor for any one woman/man, let's narrow our focus to things that everyone can use. Preferably for relaxation purposes!
We're counting on you, Forename. Don't be a stranger!
Future requests will be selected at random from all those you have seen thus far, with the list refreshed once a week (Earth time).
You may review the items currently in demand at any time by speaking with Margrat and selecting Make a delivery.
Note that researcher's relaxation kits, sets of researcher's relaxation kit materials, and opal tetra will earn you particularly handsome rewards. Whenever they make an appearance, the effort to procure them will be worth your while.
Furthermore, Margrat's appearance may now be altered through the use of glamours.