Eastgate

Eastgate

Imperial (in either line; both say same thing): Your eyes not working, boy? You want to pass, you queue up with everyone else. Any arguments, speak to the guard at the back of the queue.

Waiting Bangaa: Once the gates close, they’ll not be letting anyone through. No exceptions. I’m getting in while the gettin’s good. You trying to push in? Best be rethinkin’ that move, mate. You want inside, you get in line behind me, understand?

Queue Watch (again, both say same thing): Not many more people comin’ along now. Once we get this lot taken care of, that should just about do it, I’d say. What about you? Lookin’ to get inside?

Yeah, let me get in line.

(The Imperial will make room for you in the line, and people will begin filing in one by one from the line. Soon enough it’ll be your turn; talk to the Imperial at the head of the line.)

Imperial: The watch inside notified me. Foodstuffs for the banquet wasn’t it? Well, do you need to pass?

Yeah, open the gate.

I don’t see any foodstuffs on you. Still have work to do, eh? Well, be about your business. Go on now.

(The gate will open and you will automatically go back to the Southern Plaza on the other side of the gate.)

No, thanks.

Right. No foodstuffs on you yet. Leastwise none I can make out. Best hurry about your business. Gates’ll close and stay closed ‘fore long.

No, thanks.

Queue Watch (x2, after saying no): Leave the queue, lose your place. Got it?

Stand in line.

Leave the line.

Man in Queue: They’re inspecting everyone before letting people through. You’re gonna have to stand in line if you want in. Not that the line is moving…

Rabanastran (woman in pink, green, and tan standing to side of queue): The inspection line’s grown a good deal shorter, and hardly anyone’s leaving the city now. I imagine these people will be the last through. I suppose I should be heading in myself. Wouldn’t do to be shut out here, would it?

Erstwhile Adventurer: Cannae pass through the gates till they finish goin’ over ma belongin’s. Risked life an’ limb crossin’ the desert to be treated like this! Bah! On yer way out o’ the city, are ye? There’s a tomato beastie runnin’ amok on a bluff close by. Don’t get yerself into nae bother, d’ye hear?

Hapless Merchant: My companion and I arrived together, but they singled out my goods for inspection. I’ve been held up here all day! You came from the city, yes? Did a bangaa merchant happen to give you an item to deliver?

Yeah, here it is.

Well, what do you know! My thanks, boy. Helped me out of a tight spot, you have. Heading into the desert, are you? Best watch yourself out there. Get into any fights, just be sure to keep well healed, hear me? Mind your wounds or the next blow you take could be your last. Had myself caught by the tail a time or two out there, let me tell you.

No, sorry.

Right, of course not. Thanks anyway.

Hapless Merchant (x2): Thanks for your help, boy. This won’t get me into the city any sooner, but it should help pass the time. Mind what I told you about traveling the desert. Tend to your wounds or you’ll soon be feeding the wolves, heh.

Rabanastran (woman in pink, blue and green by chocobo pen): They’ve closed the chocobo stables for the day on account of the Consul’s arrival. Speaking of which, shouldn’t the ceremony be starting soon? I wonder if we can still get back in the city. Or have they closed the gates?
Rabanastran (woman in white speaking with group): I had no idea they’d be closing the gates. I was worried we may not make it into the city. But it looks like we’ve arrived just in time.

Southern Plaza

Imperial (at the eastgate): You again… Well, are you going through or not?

Yeah, let me through.

The gate won’t be open much longer. Hurry back, or you’ll have to wait for the parade to finish.

(The gate opens and you automatically find yourself in the Eastgate area on the other side.)

Not, I guess.

Then what you botherin’ me for!? Now, step aside!

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