FFXIV Shadowbringer Flavor Text from background NPC’s
Main Story Quest: After completing The Feast of Lies and before The Ladder
The Canopy Tatcha-Roi: I can't believe it... Lord Vauthry was a sin eater this whole time...
Lloydden: What that lad said... It made me think, you know? I did get up here through my cooking, but...how much of that was skill, and how much of it luck at having shown up at the right time to be chosen?
Lynden: Of course you people are from the Crystarium. Couldn't just keep your mouths shut and leave us in peace, could you? What you don't understand is that we're all refugees, here. And making myself worse off isn't going to save this doomed world.
Billdia: Oh, goodness me! It's as if I'm sober for the first time in years! Well, “sober” isn't quite the right word─but my mind certainly feels clearer!
Aarner: To tell you the truth, I don't know where to go from here. How to be better than I have been. And that scares me─but I won't run. Not this time.
Dawnden: I heard the young man's speech from out here. To think that the free citizens would cooperate with the sin eaters, of all things... What was it that I've been protecting all of this time?
The Beehive (The dancers came back...)
Minard: Everyone appears to have returned to normal, so I, too, can get back to my standard duties─protecting the other honeybees from obnoxiously drunk patrons, mainly.
Anfrigg: Between you and me─there's nothing in this shaker at the moment. I'm just doing this because the motion calms me. No Vauthry, no meol...it's all a bit much to take in!
Rulimet: Of course we're still operating, darling. Our customers need a distraction now more than ever!
Tista-Bie: Though the world may be falling down around us, there's no reason to deprive ourselves of life's pleasures. Can I tempt you with a little game, my dear?
Sasha-Rae: Lord Vauthry may be gone, but I still have all that I need right here...<giggle>
Atharn: Hmmm, seemed to have blacked out for a while there... But not to worry─a little attention from a charming lass and I'm feeling right as rain again!
The Understory Trialla: You and your friends have my thanks. I don't know what came over me, but I certainly didn't care for it. Not one bit.
Liuina: Everyone's stopped babbling about Vauthry, but now they won't cease raving about the Oracle of Light and her friends. Ugh.
Shai-Satt: I've always done as I was told─fetching supplies for the free citizens, no matter how deep underground or narrow the storage rooms they sent me to were... But I don't have to do that anymore, do I?
Colden: Well, that was a bit of a rude awakening as to our own lack of utility in the face of a real threat. The supplies made it through, though!
The Buttress Eurig: There is a young woman who has been running all about, healing whomsoever is in need and asking nothing in return. It's made me realize how many years it's been since I've witnessed...kindness.
Larasmud: I feel...odd. Did I doze off? I never doze off...
Immigration Officer: I imagine Eulmore's bureaucracy is in for some significant adjustments. Until matters are settled, however, I shall take refuge in the execution of my regular duties.
Doddana: Even without meol, my new wage more than covers the cost of food─and I needn't worry about being expelled from the city if I make a mistake. Why didn't we get rid of Vauthry ages ago?
Registration Officer: This is the end of Eulmore as we know it. What's to become of the city? What's to become of my employment!?
Chue-Zumm: I strove for years to become a citizen, but now that Vauthry's gone, I suppose the distinction doesn't matter so much, does it.
Fathana: I am quite well, thank you. But I worry for the other citizens... (Didn’t notice her earlier, either she was missing like some other NPC’s before or I missed her. Not sure what her previous dialogue is)
Chei-Ladd: The chaos hardly touched us here. Perhaps because of how little meol we eat, and how rarely people choose to spend their time in administrative offices unless they are obligated to...
Joycefort: Your little friend came through and healed those that were ailing. I'll remember that.
---
The Derelicts [New non-intractable NPC’s appeared, according to story, left Eulmore] Zao-Mosch: I have been apprised of the full details by the young woman in your party. Your intervention did free us all, so I suppose I shan't detain you for entering the city under false pretenses. This time.
Calmet: Interesting to see Vauthry deposed, but if you ask me, he was only a symptom. The citizens, and even those out here knocking at the gates... Man's avarice is the true disease, isn't it?
Gwenfort: With Vauthry gone, there's next to no chance of any of us living the high life up in Eulmore. Most folks have given up on finding ways to show off their skills... I haven't─not entirely. But it helps that I can find clams out here, along with the gold for smithing. A man has to eat, you know?
Thoarich: Now we know why the missing left no corpses, eh? The rats down here, we never questioned what we were eating...
Zia-Bostt: Fish! My kingdom for a reasonably priced fish! Without that, my stew is merely soggy vegetable water!
Thinda: Not much has been cast down from Eulmore since all the commotion with Vauthry. Maybe someone finally knocked some sense into the people up there.
Chora-Lue: I can't believe that I was picking through garbage to find things for Vauthry! There's only one person who gets to keep the trash I find, and that's me.
Zoi-Chorr: I haven't seen hide nor hair of my usual informants since the commotion. I hope they're alright...
Bosta-Loe: Quite a few of those who had gone up into the city have returned here. Apparently, as far as comforts go, plush furniture and fancy desserts can't beat the sense of community we have down here.
Lothie: The world's a mess. The Derelicts are in disarray, and Vauthry's a sin eater... But the two of us are safe and together, and that's something. (Her Girlfriend is a dark Viera with brunette hair/fur~)
Hathbern: You, there! Have you any food? The meol's stopped coming, and I can't dance on an empty stomach...
Fernric: I see you're not babbling about that “Vauthry” fellow. Not sure what's come over everyone else, but it's right creepy, if you ask me.
Qimet: I had the strangest dream... Everything was gilded, and Vauthry had these long, flowing locks... Not sure what that says about me, but I'm trying not to think about it.
Tui-Shirr: Not that I'm particularly missing the taste of meol, but not having it does mean less food to go around overall, and it's hard to build on an empty stomach...
Sristialla: I'm trying to teach the children to cook, though they rarely manage to stand still long enough to learn anything. Perhaps I should make them responsible for preparing their own dinners...
Mumbert: Yes, I do feel rather foolish about eating the meol now. You needn't remind me─he does that quite often enough.
Mannien: That's some appetite for violence they've got, I'll admit. But I'm sure you understand the need to work off stress somehow─and there's plenty of that to go around down here, Vauthry or no.
Bethwren: This place was damaged in all of the commotion, so here I am. Again. As if I didn't have enough inspections to do, what with so many other buildings in the Derelicts on the verge of collapse...
Mathisol: Another day, another repair to the ol' shack. Though I confess that “damage by possessed mob” is not something that I had stocked up on materials for.
Dadine: These are roosters! Some elven boy came by and told me. Can you believe that no one else bothered to say nothin'? Not in the whole time I was sitting here, waitin' for them to lay eggs!
Chelette: Hathenbet has already come up with several means by which we may aid the people in the wake of the upheaval, and I will follow his lead. Naturally. You would be wise to do the same.
Hathenbet: I knew there was somethin' fishy about that meol. But preyin' on the starvin' and desperate like that...that's just dirty.
Moshei-Lea: We're free, sure. But where do we go from here? Where is there to go?
---
Gatetown Iystal: Have I lost my wits, or is Mt. Gulg floating!?
Syselbarth: Folk tell me there was fighting and all sorts of strife. I must've hit my head or something, 'cause I don't remember a thing...
Tio-Reeq: 'Twould seem a disdain for meol allowed me to keep my wits during that whole debacle. Saved by my own discerning palate...
Thyth: ...Ugh, this place has a stink to it, eh? I've not been here long myself, but I can help you get the lay of the land if you want, newcomer. >What do you do here? [the same dialogue as always] >What kind of town is this? What? Gatetown? It's a place to feed on the scraps what fall on your face as you look up and hope and dream. Though as it happens, I hear them scraps weren't just some kind of fancy bread. They say we've been eatin' eaters. Ugh, when I think of how much meol I've wolfed down, it makes me sick to my stomach. Then there's what happened down here, when things was going to pieces up there. All the old guard started muttering nonsense at the same bloody time, like they was caught under some sort of spell. Not sure what to make of that...
