Staelwyrn is up in arms, as his hired hands are nowhere to be found.
— In-game description
- Speak with the slacking yeomen. 0/5
- Report to Staelwyrn.
- The pirates-turned-yeomen, five in all, are somewhere about Summerford Farms. Find them and send them to Staelwyrn.
- You have tracked down and spoken with all five yeoman. Report back to Staelwyrn.
- All of the yeomen except Sevrin have returned to work. It is remarkable what lengths some will venture to in order to shirk responsibility.
Accepting the Quest
Staelwyrn: That sea-sloth Sevrin and his lot -- never around when there's work to be done!
Staelwyrn: I'd sooner hire you for the sake of gettin' things done, but then the rapscallions would never learn.
Staelwyrn: Round them up and let them know that Staelwyrn would like a word... And don't take “no” for an answer!
Talking to Aylmer
Aylmer: So, Staelwyrn sent you. And what do you reckon I say to that?
[Player]: Work is for the weak and witless. / I've saucier seeds to sow.
Aylmer: Damn right! Didn't get where I am by takin' guff from any glorified gardeners! ...But I s'pose I could see what he wants to get him off my back.
Talking to Eyrimhus
Eyrimhus: Axes were made for splittin' skulls, not stumps! You know what I did in my sailin' days?
[Player]: Skirmishing. / Wanton slaughter.
Eyrimhus: You bet your bosom I did, [lad/lass]! Aye, those were the days... <sigh> I reckon now I'll have to be satisfied takin' my axe to the trees.
Talking to Sevrin
Sevrin: Aye, I'm Sevrin. You the old man's errand girl, now?
Sevrin: Tell my dear old captain not to wet his britches. I'll be along.
Sevrin: Oh, and just so we're clear -- I don't care for landlubbers. Go find the chocobo you rode in on, and ride on out.
Talking to Sozai Rarzai
Sozai Rarzai: <groan> How am I supposed to work on an empty stomach? Go on, have a guess at what I had for breakfast.
[Player]: Breaded sticks. / Ash tuna.
Sozai Rarzai: Wha-- Gods, how'd you know!? It's my breath, ain't it? It probably smells as wooden as the food tasted... But I know why you're here. <sigh> I'd just as soon get some real food in me, but I ain't one to reject a summons from the cap'n.
Talking to Wauter
Wauter: Work? Ha! Can't work when me hands are full liftin' this mug. Ye know, I'd wager me last gil ye'd never guess what I'm drinkin'.
[Player]: Swill water. / Swill wine.
Wauter: Well, yer right about the “swill” part. I reckon it might be worth a day o' doin' Staelwyrn's chores if it'll afford me a taste o' proper grog.
Finishing the Quest
Staelwyrn: You continue to impress, [lad/lass]. All but Sevrin are accounted for.
Staelwyrn: It's no fault of yours he squirmed out. I've let that worm wriggle through my fingers more times than I can count.
Staelwyrn: But rest assured, the next time I see him, I'll put him squarely in the dirt, where all such worms belong.