Rabanastre

Southgate

[For dialogue with the Wandering Viera, see “Side Quests - Viera Rendezvous.”]

Southern Plaza

Imperial: Hard to believe I’ve been here two years already. Heh. I remember when the Rains were a big deal. Now it’s just same-old, same-old.

Muthru Bazaar

Patient Bangaa: We couldn’t reach the deeper parts of the Garamsythe Waterway and it’s put my friend here in the foulest of moods. We weren’t able to make it past this one sluice gate. There’s a moogle what has the key, but he wouldn’t let us use it!

Trader: I set off for the garif village to see about stocking some of their wares. But I got lost on the way and barely made it back. I’ve given up on all that now. Reckon I’ll just stick around here for the time being.

Merchant (blue seeq at top of steps): Spices! Authentic Bancour spices! Whaddaya say? Care for a pinch or two?

Merchant (blindfolded tan bangaa): I may never be a trade baron, but I bring in enough to live as I please. I’ve no complaints.

Traveler: Delightful it may be,  but Rabanastre is not my home. It is time that I returned. What tales I have to tell!

Busy Messenger: You’ve heard there’s a passage connecting the Giza Plains with Ozmone Plain now, right? Boss has me down there surverying for him.

Rabanastran (man in white, yellow, and brown): When I first moved to Rabanastre I couldn’t tell one street from the other. But I think I may finally know my way around now.

Reks’s Friend: You’ve made yourself some good friends along the way, Vaan, but you’ve done it all standin’ on your own two feet. Reks would be proud of ya.

Rabanastran (seeq with turquoise horn): Heard tell there’s a huge, powerful wyrm lurking somewhere in the Westersand - a wyrm unlike the others you’re liable to find there. Think I heard me the cry of the beast once. Or maybe it was only the raging winds of a sandstorm. Regardless, I can’t remember where.

Muthru Bazaar

Basch: The garif are said to dwell in Kerwon.

Balthier: So they do. We'll need to head south, past the Giza Plains.

Basch: It is the Rains now in Giza - the wadis will be swollen with the deluge. Passage may be difficult.

Balthier: But those same waters may also lay open new routes to us.

Ashe: Regardless, we must go south, yes?

Balthier: First things first. You’re eager to be on your way, I know… but we should see that we’re prepared before setting out.

Ashe: I made my resolve two years ago. I swore to overcome any hardship I may face.

Balthier: Man cannot live by resolve alone, princess.

Rabanastran (seeq with turquoise horn): The guards were running about like mad the other day. I heard a rumor that it had something to do with the sinking of the Imperial Fleet. I haven’t heard a word since. What do you suppose happened?

Reks’s Friend: I couldn’t help but overhear – you’re leaving to find the garif? Well, I happen to know the way. You first need to pass through Giza Plains. From Giza, continue south, and you should come to the garif village. Whatever your errand there, good luck.

Rabanastran (man in white, yellow, and brown): The other day I tripped and bumped into an Imperial. Normally I’d count myself lucky to get away with a harsh scolding. But he didn’t even stop to look at me! Just ran off like nothing’d happened. I wonder what was going on to make him act like that?

Busy Messenger: The Rains have come to Giza. You’d be surprised how the land changes if you aren’t expecting it. The boss has me mapping the place out. Hmm, anything useful? Well, the most important thing I found out is that the Rains opened a passage leading to Ozmone Plain.

Headhunter: Hey there. Hear about any juicy marks, boy? I’m looking for the parts what you need to make serpentwyne. Don’t want to be beaten to the punch… least of all by the likes o’ you!

Traveler: Vayne was scheduled to make an inspection of the Bazaar, but it was canceled for some reason. I wonder what could have happened?

Merchant (blindfolded tan bangaa): I thought about stocking wares from the village on Giza Plains, but then I heard it was the Rains – not a soul to be found there.

Rabanastran (woman in pink top and headscarf): The Bazaar is one of the few places in Rabanastre where people can go to let off steam. Can almost forget the constant watch we’re under… Almost.

Merchant (blue seeq): Nanna cheese! Nanna cheese! Interest you in a wheel, m’boy?

Trader: I set off for the garif village to see about stocking some of their wares. But I got lost on the way and barely made it back. I’m fairly sure I had the right directions – south through the Giza Plains, then southwest across Ozmone Plain – but I didn’t get very far.

Merchant (tan seeq at bottom of stairs): Out hunting monsters these days, are you? Better than your old “work” with the Imperials, I suppose, but still dangerous enough. Monsters fight just like me or you – they go after the one they hate the most, first. Like how we might go for a poisonous monster, you know? And there’s nothing monsters hate more than healing. You remember that. It just might come in handy.

Patient Bangaa: My friend here’s in the foulest of moods. “Moogle” this and “sluice gate key” that. He’s goin’ at it  somethin’ fierce.

Troubled Woman: Vaan? I haven’t seen you around the city much these days. What have you been doing? Nothing too dangerous, I hope? I’m sorry… it’s really none of my business. But sometimes I think about Reks, and I get worried for you. Be careful, okay?

Muthru Bazaar

[For dialogue involving Viera/Ktjn, see “Side Quests – Ktjn’s Road to Improvement”.]

Troubled Woman: Oh, Vaan! I’m surprised to see you here. I’d heard you’d been taken by the Imperials… My mistake! What a relief.

Swarthy Bangaa: I used to be a sky pirate m’self. I remember this one time I was deep inside a huge cavern lookin’ for some treasure… Just when I thought I’d found me some loot, out jumps the horriblest monster you ever did see! Get the shivers just thinkin’ on it…

Patient Bangaa: We was just talkin’ about Bhujerba, the skycity. Put my friend here in a foul mood. He can’t abide the fact they’re free of the Empire, gettin’ rich off those magicite mines of theirs.

Merchant (seeq at east side of stairs): Up to your usual “work,” boy? May want to lay off for a time. Vayne’s really tightening the screws on the watch. To be sure, you can bet the Consul’s just trying to keep his men looking all in charge and Imperial, but any pressure on them is pressure on us. Best watch yourself, boy.

Trader: Quite an unusual stone you’ve got there. Don’t think it would be worth much, though. Nah, you best hold onto it.

Rabanastran (woman in pink headscarf): The Bazaar is one of the few places in Rabanastre where people can go to let off steam. Not literally, of course.

Merchant (tan bangaa in blindfold): Sometimes I think I’d enjoy the kind of success Migelo’s achieved, but other times I’m not so sure… Getting jealous looks from the other merchants, worrying about how to keep it all going… I think I’m happy just the way things are.

Traveler: Rabanastre seems so much more cultured since Lord Vayne was appointed consul. This city grows more charming by the day!

Headhunter: Don’t be thinking you can just wait around for new bills to be posted. You want to hunt marks, you have to work for it, boy. Earn a name for yourself in your clan. Then you’ll start to see bills for the really notorious marks. Remember that, boy.

Busy Messenger: Hey, I heard you met the boss. I wish that meant the end of my errand-running days, but I know better.

Rabanastran (man in white, yellow and brown): That Moogling is really something! Now that the service is running again, I finally got to give it a try – it’s the way to move about the city! If you haven’t used it yet, there’s an attendant at the entrance to the Bazaar. I’d sure like to thank the moogle who thought of it!

Reks’s Friend: If you feel like you’ve nowhere to turn, talk to your friends. Reks may be gone, but you’re not alone, you hear?

Rabanastran (seeq at top of stairs): Heard tell there’s a huge, powerful wyrm lurking somewhere in the Westersand – a wyrm unlike the others you’re liable to find there. Think I heard me the cry of the beast once. Or maybe it was only the raging winds of a sandstorm. Regardless, I can’t remember where.

Muthru Bazaar

Merchant (tan seeq to side of stairs): Up to your usual “work”, boy? Best not test your luck. The watch may be more lax, but if they bump into a cutpurse… they do it hard, heh.

Trader: I’ve come ‘cross the Estersand to stock up on a few things. Now I hear some beast’s appeared out there attacking desert wayfarers. You defeated the creature? Really? You must be tougher than you look. Well, guess there’s no need to worry about the trip back now, is there.

Rabanastran (woman sitting in Gatsly’s stall): My husband spent almost every last gil we had on a shipment of new goods for the shop, hoping to keep the customers coming. But there’s a creature wandering the desert that’s been keeping traders from getting through to the city. My husband’s been so worried that something will happen to our shipment, he’s practically boarded himself up in the tavern.

Rabanastran (woman in pink and tan with headscarf): The Bazaar is one of the few places in Rabanastre where people can go to let off steam. Hopefully, the new consul won’t do anything to change that.

Traveler: I never imagined Rabanastre to be so delightful! And with Lord Vayne ruling the city, it’s sure to prosper as never before!

Headhunter: I was hunting the Rogue Tomato, but someone else got to it first. Don’t know who, but I’m none too happy ‘bout it.

Busy Messenger: I’m runnin’ an errand for the boss. He works us like dogs, that Montbla – er, boss.

Rabanastran (man in white, yellow and brown): I’ve heard people talking about some easy way to move around the city. You’d think it would be running now that the guard is back to normal…

Patient Bangaa: The parade’s really bringin’ ‘em out, innit? Put my friend here in a foul mood. Says he don’t care to be pushed, pulled, and or pressed.

Troubled Woman: I didn’t go to the ceremony. I just stayed here, thinking about how things used to be…

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Muthru Bazaar

Rabanastran (tan bangaa on balcony): I reckon this is one of the best views down into Lowtown you’ll find from the city streets.

Merchant (brown seeq west of base of steps): Heh. Up to your usual “work”, boy? The watch are out in force today – best not to try your luck. You’ll not be picking any pockets from a dungeon, heh.

Merchant (green bangaa at base of steps): Welcome! Welcome to the Muthru Bazaar! Finest goods in all Rabanastre! Deals not to be missed!

Trader: I’ve come across the Estersand to stock up on a few things. Always find the most unusual goods here in the Muthru Bazaar. A merchant’s paradise! Speaking of the Estersand, I’m lucky I made it through when I did. Some red-pated beastie’s been causin’ trouble… I might’ve been killed!

Merchant (blue seeq): Spices! Authentic Bancour spices! Whaddaya say? Care for a pinch or two?

Rabanastran/Gatsly: Business has been slow these days. I’ve been looking for something new to sell – you know, try and turn things around. If I don’t come up with something soon, I may have to close shop. I’ve no time to be worrying about parades and banquets.

Rabanastran (woman in pink and tan): The Imperials give us leave to manage the bazaar with some measure of freedom. It’s in their own interest, really. Without places like this for people to let off steam, tension would boil over onto the streets.

Mysterious Merchant: Heh, heh. Have all sorts of goodies for sale, lad. Hee, hee. But none for you. Hah, hah. Members only, here!

Merchant (brown bangaa in blindfold): Migelo played his hand well. Not everyone is lucky enough to be the provisioner for the Consul’s fete. I’ve got some catchin’ up to do!

Traveler: I never imagined Rabanastre to be so delightful! A bustling center of trade and commerce, with just a hint of the exotic.

Headhunter: Hey there, boy. Got the lowdown on any good marks to be huntin’? Haven’t had a chance to check the board over in the Sandsea today.

Busy Messenger: I’m runnin’ an errand for the boss. Why go straight back, though, when I can take my time? Sometimes I do it just to annoy him, heh.

Rabanastran (man in brown, yellow, and white): I’ve heard mention of some easy way to move around the city, but whatever it is, it’s closed on account of the heavy guard for the ceremony.

Reks’s Friend: Hey there, Vaan. Glad to see you’re all right. You may want to think twice before picking any more Imperial pockets, though. You always were raisin’ some kind o’ trouble. I remember Reks was always fussin’ at you about one thing or the other. Ah, those were the days…

Rabanastran (green-horned tan seeq): Not many Imperials ‘round here: just the way I likes it. Always walkin’ about like their night soil smells better an’ the rest of ours. The Knights of Dalmasca… They knew how to treat a person with respect.

Patient Bangaa: The Imperials’ve sealed off all the gates leadin’ out of the city. It’s put my friend here in a foul mood. He won’t shut up about it.

Swarthy Bangaa: You’d never know it to look at me, but I used to be a sky pirate. I worked and worked, and finally had enough money to buy me a beaten up old airship. Nothin’ up t’ then had put a bigger smile on me face. Ah…

Troubled Woman: I saw you pick the pouch of that Imperial. I won’t judge you for doing what you must, but you’re asking for trouble. Reks would tell you the same.

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