It Tolls for Us

It Tolls for Us

Quest giver

Liautroix

Location

Coerthas Central Highlands (X:12.7, Y:17.3)

Level

40

Required quest

The Heretic among Us

Experience

 5,390

Gil

 1,650

Patch

2.0

“

Liautroix has hear of your growing repute and wishes to engage you.

— In-game description

Steps

• Collect discarded weapons.
• Give the weapons to Tuatkk.
• Report to Liautroix.

Journal

• Liautroix has hear of your growing repute and wishes to engage you.

• Liautroix has it in his mind to repair the outpost's bell, the very same that serves as the sigil of House Durendaire. To this end, the dragoons must be persuaded over their discarded weapons.

• No persuasion proves necessary, for the fighting men and women of the Front are all eager to see their bell restored to its former glory. You hope that Tuatkk the smith will feel as they do, especially when he sees the arms you have collected.

• It must be your nameday for everyone to fall in so eagerly with your requests. Tuatkk promises to begin work before the morning mist is gone. Liautroix will want to know the good news as soon as possible.

• Liautroix is moved to discover that others are with him in this endeavor. Cold are the winds that blow on the Front, and from a green recruit to a seasoned smith, all who dwell here must hold fast to one another...

Dialogue

Accepting the Quest

Liautroix: Long has this bell marked the time at our keep, but as you can see, it was ill used by dragons and has been silent since.
Liautroix: Others of this keep have naught but praise for your work, adventurer. I wonder if you are the ideal confederate for this enterprise... Will you assist me in repairing the bell?
Liautroix: We need a goodly amount of metal, and arms damaged in battle are in plentiful supply. Yet, 'twould not do for one dragoon to ask another for his arms. Will you collect them and take them around to Tuatkk the smith?

Collecting discarded weapons

Benedict: You want what? Oh, to repair the bell! I cannot well recall its peal—I was still falling off chocobos when the dragons cleft it thus. Here, will this do?

Ignemortel: Ha, repairs are to finally move forward! Metal hither, metal thither! Take it, take it away and let the anvil ring!

Giving the weapons to Tuatkk

Tuatkk: You seek a smith? What can I do for you?
<Hand Over Discarded Weapons>
Tuatkk: Repair the bell? Ah! A worthy endeavor, 'specially with such a shadow as this over Whitebrim Front. A dragoon must needs see and hear what he fights for, or the heart'll go out of him.
Tuatkk: There's more than enough metal here to cast a new clapper and make the other repairs. I'll start as soon as I'm done hammering out this breastplate. Tell Ser Liautroix that we'll make this place ring, will you?

Reporting to Liautroix

Liautroix: Tuatkk said this? The Fury bless him, to see it as I do!
Liautroix: Ishgard is at war, and we hoard our resources with an almost...Dravanian avidity. All must fuel the crusade, while removing as little from the battlefield as possible.
Liautroix: We at Whitebrim Front live between the anvil of winter and the hammer of the dragons. We have been tested much, and not found wanting, I believe. This is our keep and our home—it must have a measure of beauty, else it becomes a gaol.