Return to the Depths/Plot Details

Ayame: It seems this linguist is responsible for facilitating your safe return.

Ayame: Our future military incursions into Movalpolos could be greatly aided with an ally on the inside.

Ayame: Return to Movalpolos and seek out the one who aided you. Find out what is happening in those tunnels.

Pawnpix: We're back, Muckvix.

Stufstix: The talks didn't go so good.

Pawnpix: The Galka wanted a bulb of Misareaux Garlic.

Stufstix: We took a bulb of Misareaux Garlic with us.

Pawnpix: But it was swiped by some Player race adventurer.

Stufstix: That Player race adventurer messed up the talks.

Muckvix: Are ya talkin' about this adventurer?

Pawnpix: !

Stufstix: !

Muckvix: This guy/gal brought me a bulb of Misareaux Garlic.
Take this and get ya Gobbie backsides back down there.

Muckvix: Here's the money for the bulb of Misareaux Garlic.
Thanks for ya help.

Muckvix: Huh? Ya wanna go with those guys into Movalpolos?

Muckvix: There's a Galka down there that you're trying to find?

Muckvix: Hrm.
If the place is anything like it used ta be, I doubt the Moblins would let anyone live with them.

Muckvix: When Movalpolos popped up a hundred years ago, the Moblins were still willin' ta talk with others.

Muckvix: But after their contact with people, they had some sorta revelation. The Moblins started believin' they were the children of the Twilight God.

Muckvix: That's why the Moblins never teamed up with the Shadow Lord in that big fracas twenty years ago.

Muckvix: When the Moblin messengers delivered their refusal to join the Shadow Lord's army, they were torn ta pieces.

Muckvix: The message went like this:
Promathia is the true king of the beastmen. The Shadow Lord is an impostor, and holds no ties to the Twilight God.

Muckvix: Ever since then, the Moblins have even been shunned by other beastmen.

Muckvix: This all happened because of their fanatical devotion ta Promathia.
There's no way a child of Altana would be tolerated in the Moblin City.

Pawnpix: But I've seen a Galka down there!

Stufstix: Me too! Me too!

Muckvix: Hmm...
I guess there could be a Galka livin' with them who follows Promathia.

Muckvix: Looks like if ya wanna talk ta that Galka, you're gonna hafta travel deep into Movalpolos.

Pawnpix: The heart of Movalpolos is filled with extra-mean, really tough Moblins.

Stufstix: If we take a person with us, they'll jump on us and break our bones and make us into soup.

Muckvix: Probably.
But if we don't help him/her, he'll/she'll never even make it that far.

Muckvix: Gotta think of a plan.

Sniggnix: Moblins are no good at words. No good at talking.

Sniggnix: Goblins and adventurers aren't so good either.

Sniggnix: But I know someone who is. I heard about him from Pauluart.

Sniggnix: A guy who's good at words. Good at talking.
Pauluart called him a "tactician."

Sniggnix: The tactician lives in Kazham. He wears all red and tells white lies.

Sniggnix: If you ask him, he should help you.
I wrote a letter for you to take, but it's kinda rough.
Muck, make it sound nice.

How go your travels in this trouble-filled land?

Magriffon: You have a fascinating tale for me this day, my lord/lady?
A letter from a Goblin in Jeuno, you say...?

Magriffon: How awful!
What a tragic and heartrending drama!

Magriffon: These Moblins are reviled by people and beastmen alike for unwavering faith in their chosen deity...

Magriffon: And this means they must huddle beneath the earth in isolation and loneliness!?

Magriffon: <Si~gh>
That is a fate I relate to most keenly.

Magriffon: I still brave the pangs of solitude for the sake of fulfilling my duty...

Magriffon: One lifespan is scarce enough time to relate your feelings to those around you. And questioning the world merely hastens the flow of time's river.

Magriffon: And yet despite this, the Moblins have tried to communicate their faith to the world...

Magriffon: I shall take up their cause!
I, Magriffon, shall build a bridge between the Moblins and the world of people.

Magriffon: However...
The plan I am about to tell you is of a delicate and daring nature, and will require a dose of phenomenal luck.

Magriffon: This providence pot I possess will be of immeasurable use to you, my intoxicating flower.

Magriffon: It brings astounding luck upon the bearer. Why, I owe our miraculous meeting to its influence over fortune's fancy.

Magriffon: I will let go of this wonderous treasure for a mere 10000 gil.
These bouts of generosity will be my undoing, I'm afraid...

The providence pot is yours!

Magriffon: Now fate will twist in your favor, my breathtaking butterfly!

Magriffon: I have set down a strategy in this letter.
Please be so kind as to deliver it to Muckvix.

Magriffon: Hahaha!
May dazzling fortune smile upon thee, my reason for breathing!

Were you able to meet with your linguist friend?

Ayame: I see.
So he has been trying to convince the Moblins not to cause a war with Bastok.

Ayame: And that is why they have yet to make a move...

Ayame: What we should be fearful of, though, is the Moblin faith in the Twilight God--that they go so far as to call themselves the children of Promathia.

Ayame: Considering the advanced technology and rabid fanaticism of Movalpolos, we cannot afford to simply stand idle and see what happens.

Ayame: However, if the plan you received from the tactician staying in Kazham has dulled the edge of Moblin hostility...

Ayame: I cannot with all confidence say that beginning a war with Movalpolos is the wisest course.

Ayame: I will report these findings to the president.
His evaluation will help decide our military involvement--if any.

Ayame: You are to be commended for your continuing service to Bastok.
Please accept this reward.