A Sultana's Strings
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A Sultana's Strings
- Quest giver
- Alphinaud
- Location
- The Lochs (X:36.6, Y:30.3)
- Quest line
- Post-Stormblood Main Scenario Quests
- Level
- 70
- Experience
10,800- Gil
1,875- Previous quest
Echoes of an Echo- Next quest
- A Sultana's Duty
- Patch
- 4.1
Main Scenario Progress: 507 / 953 (53.2%)
Stormblood Progress: 128 / 162 (79%)
“Alphinaud's thoughts appear to have turned from adventure to administration.
— In-game description
Rewards
- Choose one of the following options:
Steps
- Speak with Bartholomew in Ul'dah.
- Speak with Nanamo near Stonesthrow.
- Speak with Nanamo at the Unholy Heir.
- Speak with Nanamo.
Journal
There are no journal entries for this quest.
Dialogue
Quest Acceptance
Alphinaud: Well, the question of how to put the mad king's treasures to good use shows no sign of answering itself. Shall we be about it, Arenvald? Arenvald: I am at your beck and call! Lyse: ...And I should be getting back to my own tasks. I'll organize a squad to head down into the ruins, and then start preparing for the big meeting...Oh, send Nanamo my regards, [Forename]! Alphinaud: And ours too, if you please. We shall see you on your return.
Speak with Bartholomew in Ul'dah
Bartholomew: You are expected, my lady. Please proceed.
Nanamo Ul Namo: I thank you for answering my summons in these most interesting times. You have been busy. The liberation of Ala Mhigo will have far-reaching consequences, and there is a matter upon which I would seek your counsel. I speak of Raubahn, and his future. All know the tale of his rise from penniless refugee to member of the Syndicate, and General of the Immortal Flames...Yet though he has come to call Ul'dah home, it will never be his homeland. He is a son of Ala Mhigo. And now that she is free, I thought it only a matter of time before he sought my leave to return to her. Indeed, I had resigned myself to his loss. Suffice it to say, I was...greatly surprised to hear him speak to lightly of handing over the reins in Ala Mhigo, and retaking his place at my side. I will welcome him with open arms, of course - he is my most trusted advisor...and my dearest friend. But I have known the man a long time, and beneath that steely gaze, I spied a flicker of doubt. Whether Raubahn chooses to remain in Ul'dah or return to Ala Mhigo, I only wish that he do so with a heart unburdened by guilt or regret. Yet how can he freely make such a choice knowing how much I depend on him? It is past time that I learned to discharge my duties as a sultana alone. I must go forth and see the realm with my own eyes, and hear the wind with my own ears. Might I have your company for a brief adventure? Wonderful. Allow me a moment to change into something a touch less conspicuous, and I will join you outside.
Speak with Nanamo outside the Quicksand
Nanamo Ul Namo: What do you think of "Lilira, the merchant's daughter"? This is the disguise I don when I wish to leave the palace and observe my subjects unnoticed. Ordinarily, Papashan would accompany me, but for this particular outing I need an advisor - not a minder. And that is why I requested your company. Over the course of many adventures, you have met people from all walks of life, in every corner of Eorzea, and I would make use of your worldly experience. Now, let us be on our way. Our first destination is Stonesthrow, just beyond the Gate of Nald.
Speak with Nanamo near Stonesthrow
Nanamo Ul Namo: Look upon this procession of tattered tents...These refugees camp in squalor, at the mercy of the elements and Thanalan's predators both. The city's mighty walls offer safety, but the streets overflow with people as it is. And unless blessed by the hand of Nald Himself, no refugee could ever hope to afford a dwelling in Ul'dah. Twenty years have passed since the fall of Ala Mhigo and five since the Calamity, yet the plight of the poor has grown more desperate, not less. As sultana, the blame falls upon me. What will you say? You have done your best, Your grace. / Your hands have been tied, Your Grace... -> Your hands have been tied, Your Grace... Nanamo Ul Namo: Yes, my authority is limited. And that is an obstacle I must work to overcome...Shall we press on? I would follow the road to the Unholy Heir.
Speak with Nanamo at the Unholy Heir
Nanamo Ul Namo: It was here, in this wholly unremarkable place, that my mother and father met their doom. I was but a child at the time. My parents were returning from an inspection of our interests in eastern Thanalan when a untimely rockslide crushed their carriage. To this day, it is not certain if the incident was simple misfortune or an expertly planned assassination. Raubahn once offered to reopen the investigation and bring me the truth he assumed I must surely crave. But I refused. Even if my parents' deaths were orchestrated by the Monetarists, we could only have brought their hirelings to justice. The true villains - those who plotted to put me on the throne as a biddable puppet - were ever beyond our reach. Thus did I plan to strip the merchants of their power and place our nation in the hands of its citizens...quite unaware of the consequences of my actions would have for you and yours...I shudder to think how many goodly souls paid the price of my naivety... But I am no longer a child reciting words with witless obedience, and I will not be used as a pawn in the Monetarists' damnable games! <sigh> Forgive me my outburst. You are one of the few people to whom I feel I can speak my mind. Come. Let us return to Ul'dah and visit the Coliseum.
Speak with Nanamo in the Coliseum
Nanamo Ul Namo: From the moment I became sultana, I found myself thrust into an endless parade of document signing and ceremonies. For years, I simply signed where I was told to sign, and sat where I was told to sit, blissfully oblivious to what any of it meant. Yet one good thing did come from that ignominious chapter in my life. For it was during an "official" visit to the Coliseum that I first met Raubahn. The match I had been invited to attend was not at all what I expected. They had pitted the Bull of Ala Mhigo against some dozen or so rival gladiators... Blinkered though I was, I would not stand for so obvious an injustice, and demanded to see a fair fight, one man against another. And my royal wish was duly granted. It was not until later that I learned of the gambling ring which had arranged for Raubahn to die on the sands that day. Regardless, my intervention meant that Raubahn had but a single opponent to dispatch - which he duly did. And when he knelt before me to receive the winner's purse, he swore that he would one day offer me his blade in service. Surrounded as I was by liars and manipulators, I confess I dismissed it as a pleasant piece of theater. But as you know, Raubahn is a man of his word. Though it took him another five years of fighting on the bloodsands, he amassed a fortune so great as to buy not only his freedom but a seat on the Syndicate. And then I had my blade.
Cutscene, viewing Nanamo's past
Raubahn fights in the arena. He defeats two combatants, and takes off his helmet and raises it to the crowd.
Marchechamp: Nanamo is running to Raubahn: Your Grace, you mustn't! The danger is too great! Please, your grace, come back! I beg of you! Nanamo Ul Namo: It seems you're the one who needs looking after, Marchechamp! Nanamo Ul Namo: (Nanamo leaps towards Raubahn): Raubahn! Raubahn: (Drops his helmet and Catches Namamo): Your Grace. I have kept the promise made. Nanamo Ul Namo: So you have. And in turn, so too shall I keep mine. With your winnings, you have become one of the six most wealthy souls in all of Uldah. And so, as the tradition dictates, Raubahn Aldynn... ...You have earned yourself a seat on the Syndicate. May your new station garner you still greater glories! Raubahn: I am honored, Your grace, and vow to serve with every fiber of my being, from this day till my last. Long live the sultana! And long live Ul'dah!
Speak with Nanamo
Nanamo Ul Namo: Words cannot well express what that man means to me. There are others who care deeply for my well-being, of course - Papashan's love for me is as that of a grandsire for his grandchild. But upon matters of governance, I cannot turn to bodyguards and maidservants for counsel. Raubahn, with the authority of his Syndicate position, was the first sword I could wield. His was the only edge which could cut the strings that bound me...