Rabanastre - Southgate

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

Adventurer: Just takes one look at the sky to tell if it’s the Rains or the Dry down in Giza. I think I’ve got an eye for tellin’ when the change will be comin’, too. Matter of fact, you can call me “Weather Eye” from now on. I like the sound of that, yes…

[And, indeed, from this time forth he will be labeled as “Weather Eye”. For more dialogue with the Weather Eye, see “Side Quests - Random Switch-Ups and Curiosities”]

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.

Chapter 6: Meeting with the Garif

The Dreadnought Leviathan

>A Base Imitation

>The Shiva

>A Son of Dalmasca, and Fran’s Frenzy

>Might Get A Little Dicey

>Excerpt from Memoirs of Marquis Halim Ondore IV, Chapter 16: Biding Time

>The Archadian Senate

The Royal City of Rabanastre

>The Garif May Know

Muthru Bazaar

North End

Yamoora’s Gambits

East End

Batahn’s Technicks

The Sandsea

Yugri’s Magicks

Panamis’s Protectives

Amal’s Weaponry

Migelo’s Sundries

Southern Plaza

Eastgate

Southgate

Westgate

Aerodrome

Lowtown

Dalan’s Place

South Sprawl

North Sprawl

The Dalmascan Estersand

The Outpost

South Bank Village

The Dalmascan Westersand

Western Divide

Nalbina Town

Jajim Bazaar

West Ward

Aerodrome

The Skycity of Bhujerba

Aerodrome

Travica Way

Rithil’s Protectives

Targe’s Arms

Khus Skygrounds

Mait’s Magicks

Cloudborne Row

The Cloudborne

Miners’ End

Bashketi’s Gambits

Kaff Terrace

Clio’s Technicks

Lhusu Square

Giza Plains (Rains)

Nomad Village

Jahara

>The War-chief

Banks of the Sogoht

Lull of the Land

>Without Proof

The Elderknoll

>The Great-chief

>Larsa’s Proposal

>I’ll Find ‘Em

>Swear By Your Sword Or Some Such

Westgate & Aerodrome

Westgate

Reluctant Adventurer: There’s a cavern out there what’s filled with fiendishly strong creatures. And I hear someone’s found a new way inside, deeper than any’ve been. I’ll wager whoever said “nothin’ ventured, nothin’ gained” never ventured into a pit like that, eh?

Rabanastran (woman speaking to man and bangaa): Desert to the east, desert to the west… I’ve heard of people traveling many days before realizing they’d set out in the wrong direction. I use the aerodrome as a marker. If I see that, I know I’m at Westgate.

Rimzat: Hha! I’ve been waiting for some time. You see, I am in need of assistance. Please, hear my words. I have been sent from Archadia to study the sandstorms of the Dalmasca Westersand, but the storms’ violence makes such study… impossible. There is a place in the desert, at the end of a long trail that winds through the north. Mayhap you know it. That is the site of my study. But before the wrath of such a storm, I can do nothing. This is why I seek help. Will you help me?

>Sure, I’ll help.

Thank you, my friend! I have made no progress on my own. I would like you to start by gathering information within Rabanastre. My own inquiries yielded little. There is one man who knows more than he will say. He sits atop the fountain in the plaza. He does not care for the Empire, so he will tell me nothing. Perhaps you will have better luck. I will be waiting to hear what you find.

>No, sorry.

Rimzat (x2) (after accepting): Have you learned aught of the sandstorm in the Westersand? There is a man named Cotze, who sits atop the fountain in the plaza. He knows something of this, but when he learned I was from Archadia, he would say no more. Perhaps you will have better luck.

Aerodrome

Rabanastran (the couple embracing by the window): …I know you’d never push me away… as long as I hold you, we’ll always be together…

Merchant: It’s the strangest thing… I was in Bhujerba not long back, and there was someone running around pretending to be Captain Basch. Whatever for?

Nono: Terrible news, kupo! When the Imperial fleet exploded over the Westersand, the Strahl was damaged! I’m gathering the parts I need to make repairs as quickly as I can, but it may take some time, kupo.

Rabanastran (man in blue, red, and green): You see that group of people by the window? They’re from Archadia. They never left after the parade… Maybe they’re thinking of staying.

Traveler: The return ship to Archades still hasn’t come. But I’ve patience enough to go on waiting. It’s not as though they could have forgotten me.

Eastgate & Southgate

Eastgate

Hapless Merchant: Have you been to the village in the Estersand? It’s on the banks of the River Nebra, should you fancy a visit.

Rabanastran (woman by chocobo pen): On the far side of the Estersand you’ll find Nalbina Fortress. That’s where His Majesty was assassinated… Sometimes I wonder what things would be like now, if only he were still alive.

Rabanastran (woman in white talking to two kids): Before the war, this place bustled with travelers and merchants going about their business. But look at it now…

Southgate

Rabanastran (tan blindfolded bangaa): The continent of Kerwon lies to the south of Giza, much of it covered in wilderness, and even jagd. It’s not as though it’s never been explored, but who can say what strange things you might find there?

Adventurer: Just takes one look at the sky to tell if it’s the Rains or the Dry down in Giza. Never hurts to take a look afore settin’ out. The lay of the land, even the very beasts change from the Rains to the Dry, y’know.

Imperial (standing a short distance away from his partner with the chocobo): The Rains came sooner than expected. Trudging sodden through empty villages and bogs… a glorious posting this has turned out to be.

Imperial (standing beside chocobo): I’ve naught to say to you, churl. It’s bad enough that I’m soaked to the skin… No one bothered telling us it’d be the Rains, and don’t get me started about that village! This is why I hate these bloody provinces…

Rabanastran (man speaking to woman and seeq): Why do you suppose they raise cockatrices down in Giza? Can’t ride ‘em like a chocbo… Hmm, they’re plump, round… you don’t suppose…

Southern Plaza

Rabanastran (tan bangaa talking with woman): That strange man that came through here – you know, the one with the scar on his forehead and that ratty beard? Wonder what became of him.

Rabanastran (kid squatting in front of wall): People still seem to think pretty well of Vayne. If things really start getting better, d’you think we should cut him some slack?

Imperial: Saw a squad of guards headin’ in through the south gate. Soaked to the skin, they were. Must be the Rains down in Giza.

Rabanastran (man in brown pants with his son in northern part): There was a great explosion in the west. Some are saying it was the Imperial fleet sinkin’ from the sky!

Rabanastran (kid in blue with his father in north part): Did you hear? Did you hear? My friend down in Lowtown saw a GHOST!

Lovestruck Man: Urrr… I can’t get her out of my head… Who? That viera, that’s who. She’s all I’ve ever dreamed of…

Cotze: The Empire dispatched a natural philosopher here to look into something or the other. He tried askin’ me some questions, but I won’t have any part in it. He’s probably still over at Westgate trying to figure out what to do next.

Rabanastran (kid on blue and green on south side of fountain): What? Vayne’s going back to Archadia? Shucks… and I never got to run into him even once.

Jinn: Hey, been a long time, huh? It’s me, Jinn, from Giza Plains. Remember? It’s the Rains now, so we’ve all left the village. Not a soul left there. I thought I saw some people coming up from Ozmone Plain when we was leavin’… I wonder if they know the village is empty?

Bright-eyed Boy: I heard there were some sick people at the village in the Estersand. They can’t even leave their homes. Wish I could do somethin’ to help…

Rabanastran (man in brown pants near eastgate): I wonder if there’s any truth to that rumor that Vayne’s going back to Archadia?

Rabanastran (boy in blue by southgate): All those roly-polies down in Giza Plains disappear when the Rains come. …The people? Yeah, they leave, too.

Rabanastran (man in brown pants by southgate): It’s the Rains down in Giza again. How can I tell? By the puddles the travelers leave.

Rabanstran (kid in blue by westgate): Hey, Vaan! Sure haven’t seen you around much lately. Off havin’ fun without the rest of us?

Rabanastran (man in brown pants by westgate): There’s a great sandstorm in the northern part of the Westersand. The winds are so strong you can’t even stand, much less walk. You can scarcely see for all the sand, but you can hear. There’s a terrible cry riding on that wind. Best to keep well away, if you ask me.

East End Shops

Batahn’s Technicks

Rabanastran (man speaking to other man at bookshelf): Technicks are skills that let you do things no magicks can. Stealing treasures from your foes, stanching wounds… Well, you should know!

Rabanastran (woman talking to red bangaa): My friend here was just telling me about the Salikawood, a great forest that lies beyond the desert, even the mountains. It was once part of the Kingdom of Nabradia, but no one has claimed it since Nabradia’s fall.

The Sandsea

Rabanastran (man sitting at table with woman): The marks from the hunts on the notice board are trouble enough, but I hear there are even tougher hunts out there… The really difficult hunts don’t go up on the boards at all. You can only find out about them through a clan. Huh, they must be some marks…

Tavernmaster: There was a bangaa from the Empire through here, said he was lookin’ for help with something… Can’t for the life of me remember what, though. I do remember he said he’d be out at Westgate. If you’re curious about what he wanted, you can always go ask him yourself.

Rabanastran (black bangaa at bar): Some paths may only be navigated on a chocobo. Not many, to be sure, but they’re there. You need a careful eye to spot ‘em.

Barkeep (man near base of stairs): There was a tremendous explosion in the west, yes? And the Rains have come to Giza, yes? Of course, it had been the Dry for some time… I suppose the one has nothing to do with the other, yes?

Barkeep (woman on balcony): I’m so glad all of our patrons can use the balcony again. Before the war it was such a lively place, but no so since the Imperials had come. If he never does another thing for us, I’ll still be grateful to our new consul.

Yugri’s Magicks

Rabanastran (woman in pink, yellow, and blue browsing bottles): D’you see that Imperial just there? Word is he was caught ducking his duties in the Sandsea and ordered to stand watch here instead.

Earnest Seeq: Wanted to try out me magicks, so I heads down to the Ozmone Plain. Saw me a garif, and bein’ as you don’t see ‘em every day, I a-followed him. Along the way we passes this cave, and curiosity gets the better of me. So I steps in, but the beasts in there… You best not even know! The garif kept right on past that cave, and he had the right of it.

Panamis’s Protectives

Rabanastran (man in tan and yellow browsing curio): Did you ever notice the guard on the second floor of the Sandsea? I think he may have been caught loafing about on the job. Now he’s been moved over to Yugri’s Magicks, but I doubt that will make any difference.

Rabanastran (red bangaa speaking to woman): Rain may fall and sandstorms may whorl, but I’ve not seen anything to match the coming of the Rains in Giza! The villages empty, and I’d swear the lay of the land itself seems to change! Neither the time nor the place to find yourself lost!

Amal’s Weaponry

Rabanastran (tan bangaa in green vest): Can’t say as I know for certain it’s Lord Vayne’s doing, but the guards do seem to be getting on better with people than they used to. You can be sure the guards aren’t too pleased by it. I’d hate to be whoever or whatever they’re taking their frustrations out on.

Sherral: In addition to my inspections, I’ve been assigned patrols as well. The combat can be trying, I’m not ashamed to admit. I suppose I had let myself grow soft… Mayhap this is just the proper medicine.

Amal: Take the Amal challenge! You’ll not find weapons of higher quality! [shop menu]

Migelo’s Sundries

Rabanastran (woman in pink top and headscarf): They lost contact with the Imperial Fleet out west of Rabanastre. They wouldn’t have flown into jagd, would they? That would be suicide.

Rabanastran (orange seeq): When I was growing up, I heard all manner of stories about the great hume-king Raithwall.

Rabanastran (man talking to tan bangaa): South of Giza Plains? That’s the northern tip of Kerwon. You’ll find races you’ve never even seen in Dalmasca down that way.

Rabanastran (woman in pink, green, and tan): Relations between Archadia and Rozarria haven’t been good. The Rozarrians couldn’t have been glad to see Rabanastre fall to Archadia.

Migelo: Making trouble with the Imperials, sneaking into the sewers… never know which way the wind blows with you, m’boy! Now you’re traveling the world! I won’t try to stop you, though. Just you be sure to look after Penelo while you’re at it, eh?

East End

Johm: Ain’t got nothin’ to do. Ever since the parade, there aren’t hardly any people visiting the city. A pickpocket’s no good without pockets to pick!

Rabanastran (man in turban and brown shorts): I haven’t found a better way to make money than selling the loot and equipment I get from my hunts. If there is a better way, let me know!

Rabanastran (light blue seeq): Migelo’s back to his old jolly self again. Though he seems a bit… wistful, I suppose is the word. Like a father whose children have flown the nest.

Rabanastran (boy in brown near bridge): Hey, mister. You wanna hear about the history of Rabanastre? It won’t cost ya much… What? I gotta eat, too, ya know. Let’s see… 1 gil oughta do it.

>Sure, let’s hear it.

Have you ever heard of King Raithwall? He’s an ancestor of the Dalmasca family from a long, long time ago. “He was a leader of unrivaled wisdom, and a warrior of peerless fortitude.” At least, that’s what my folks told me. They say he even had a powerful gigas that had to do whatever he said, and that the gigas still guards his tomb to this day. I don’t know if that part about the gigas is true or not, but it was somethin’ mighty strong, anyways.

>No, thanks.

Well, not everyone’s interested in that sorta thing, I suppose. Don’t worry none.

Lonely Boy: I heard there’re some kids down in Lowtown what wanna be sky pirates. Waste of time, if you ask me, dreamin’ about something that won’t never happen.

Rabanastran (man in green and brown shorts on bridge): Hey, Vaan! I heard you’re the one who saved Penelo from that lousy bunch of bangaa. You’ve really come a long way from hunting rats down in the sewers. Nice work!

Rabanastran (woman in pink, blue, and green): Have you heard? They say Vayne’s being called back to Archades – that he may already have left. Do you suppose he’s in some kind of trouble?

Rabanastran (tan blindfolded bangaa): The Imperial fleet en route to Rabanastre simply… vanished into thin air. What could have happened?

Wistful Bangaa: While back, there was a rumor kickin’ around that Basch was alive and in Bhujerba. Turned out to be lies, of course. Who’d start a rumor like that?

Rabanastran (man in green and brown shorts near Panamis’s): The other day I saw some wounded Imperials being carried through here. They haven’t said what it was all about, though there are rumors aplenty.

Town Gossip: It’s the Rains in Giza again, but not to worry. The Dry will be back soon enough.

Bucco: Hey, Vaan. I haven’t seen you around town much lately. And now that I think of it, I haven’t seen Penelo around, either… So… just what have you two been up to, huh? Heh heh heh.

Rabanastran (black bangaa chatting with seeq): My friend here says there are 529,412 cobblestones in the Southern Plaza ‘round the corner, not including the tiles in the fountain. But even with the stones by the city gates… ‘Course, he could be countin’ the flagstones, too. That would be another matter altogether.

North End & Yamoora's Gambits

North End

Rabanastran (woman in red, pink, and blue): Thanks to the work I found in the palace, I can afford to feed my younger brothers, and I even have a few gil left over for myself!

Rabanastran (light blue seeq pacing west northwest): Went off to Giza Plains looking for work, but It turns out it was the Rains. Went all that way and didn’t see a soul.

Rabanastran (guy in green and brown shorts): The other day I saw a bright flash in the sky off to the west, and a few hours later some wounded Imperials were brought into town. I wonder what happened out there…

Traveler: Apparently Vayne’s been summoned back to Archades. I’m sure it will only be temporary, though. If not, what reason have I to remain in Rabanastre? Oh, I do hope he comes back soon.

Imperial: I’m on watch. If you have no business here, kindly leave me be. I’ve enough on my mind with Lord Vayne breathing down our necks…

Rabanastran (light blue seeq pacing north northeast): I keep well away from trouble – haven’t the stomach for it. If that makes me a coward, so be it!

Dispirited Woman: Turns out those rumors about the kingslayer being in Rabanastre were no more than that. A friend visiting Bhujerba told me she saw a kid running around saying he was Basch. Needless to say, he wasn’t.

Rabanastran (dark brown bangaa in black vest): The city’s prospects have taken a real turn for the better since Vayne became consul. I really underestimated that man.

Riby: I had no idea Penelo had been kidnapped… And to think, you were off rescuing her! I knew we could always count on you, Vaan!

Rabanastran (man in turban and dark pants): I know that look. Reks used to have that same determined fire in his eyes. Whatever you may be thinking, don’t do anything stupid, okay, Vaan? You owe it to your brother.

Rabanastran (woman in blue, yellow, and pink on bridge): Have you noticed the bangaa standing guard in front of the building just to the west of the bridge? I wonder what’s inside…

Rabanastran (woman in green, pink, and brown on bridge): I used to think all the guards were bad, but some of them actually care about the people they’re protecting.

Helpful Man: Such a grand city… Why, even the locals must need a map to find their way! You surely know your way around by now, though!

Yamoora’s Gambits

Greenhorn: When it really counts, nothing can replace giving each and every command without using gambits. Of course, it’s nice to not have to worry about giving orders for every little thing. I suppose it really just depends on the situation…

Adept Adventurer: Walking the Way of the Gambit is like climbing a mountain whose peak you cannot see. You climb and climb, but still the summit eludes you. Yet never have I thought to turn back. I seek the ultimate combination of gambits, one capable of accommodating any scenario. Such a thing might not exist, but I will not rest until I have found it.

Yamoora: Yamoora, at your service. Please, take all the time you like. [shop menu]