Out of the Wood
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Out of the Wood
- Quest giver
- Y'shtola
- Location
- The Rak'tika Greatwood (X:19.7, Y:27.4)
- Quest line
- Shadowbringers Main Scenario Quests
- Level
- 76
- Experience
224,640- Gil
1,268- Previous quest
Bearing With It- Next quest
- When It Rains
- Patch
- 5.0
Main Scenario Progress: 605 / 968 (62.5%)
Shadowbringers Progress: 64 / 157 (40.8%)
“You cannot help but feel something is bothering Y'shtola.
— In-game description
Rewards
- Choose one of the following options:
- Unlocks
Steps
- Speak with Y'shtola.
- Wait at the entrance to Slitherbough.
- Speak with Y'shtola.
- Speak with the manager of suites in the Pendants.
Journal
- You cannot help but feel something is bothering Y'shtola.
Dialogue
(Optional) Runar: Oh, how I wish you could stay. But I understand that duty calls and you must answer. Runar: Each night when I gaze up at the sunless sea, I will think of you, of Master Matoya, of all you have done for the Night's Blessed. Safe travels, my friend, and may the shadows keep you.
Accepting the Quest
Y'shtola: Though it pains me to leave, it is time I returned with you and the others to the Crystarium. Y'shtola: But before we go, might I speak with you in private? I will await you in my chambers.
Optional
Minfilia: Considering the Blessed have only just recovered from their encounter with the Eulmorans, Thancred and the others thought we should stay a while longer to be sure they're all right. Minfilia: They're such a kind and caring people. I pray they never again have to face such hardship.
Thancred: What Master Matoya did was completely and utterly reckless... But if not for her, a great many of the Night's Blessed would not be here.
Urianger: It seems the Blessed were spared the worst of the Eulmorans' assault, for the better part of Ran'jit's forces abandoned Slitherbough in our pursuit. Urianger: Had he been but a few steps faster, he may well hath foiled our efforts to slay the Lightwarden.
Speaking with Y'shtola
Y'shtola: Thank you for coming. I thought to keep my suspicions to myself, but after witnessing your victory at Rak'tika Falls, I fear they prove true, and so I must share them with you. Y'shtola: From the first when we met at Fort Gohn, your aether has appeared...tainted. Suffused with an overabundance of light not unlike the sin eaters. Y'shtola: When you defeated the Lightwarden, I fear the light which poured forth from it was not negated by Hydaelyn's blessing. Rather, it was absorbed into your being. Y'shtola: Urianger also suspects as much, though he is unwilling to share his thoughts on the matter. Y'shtola: One thing is certain: with every Warden you defeat, the danger to you grows greater. Greater perhaps than we can imagine. If you begin to feel anything strange─anything at all─pray inform me at once. Y'shtola: You should hurry, before the others begin to worry. Once I have sorted my things here I will join you. (Optional) Y'shtola: Pray go on ahead. I would first attend to this unsightly collection of books. Y'shtola: <sigh> I'd always complained that her cave was such a mess, books and scrolls strewn about like a child's playthings. Gods, I really am turning into her...
Waiting at the entrance to Slitherbough (Cutscene)
Thancred: We took one last patrol of the perimeter. All things considered, Slitherbough remains relatively unscathed.
Minfilia: Thanks to the antidote, all those who were poisoned will make a full recovery. Minfilia: And with the night sky returned, their prayers have at last been answered.
Y'shtola: Sorry to keep you all waiting. Shall we be off, then?
Urianger: Art thou certain this is best?
Y'shtola: ...I'll not deny there is a part of me that wishes I could stay. Y'shtola: For two years I have lived with the Blessed, learned their culture, even going so far as to adopt Master Matoya's name as my own. I but pray I did honor to it. Y'shtola: Now is not the time for doubt or hesitation. Come, we must return to the Crystarium.
Optional
Urianger: 'Twas passing strange to see the Crystarium so seemingly desolate, yet it appears all is well.
Minfilia: I know he said he would be watching from the shadows, but doesn't it seem wrong to leave without at least telling Emet-Selch?
Thancred: Hopefully the others will arrive before long.
Speaking with Y'shtola (Cutscene)
Y'shtola: All things considered, it is hardly surprising that Alphinaud and Alisaie have yet to arrive, but where is the Exarch?
Alphinaud: My friends! 'Tis good to see you all again.
Y'shtola: Alphinaud! It has been too long.
Alphinaud: I assume your presence here means you've brought word of the Warden hiding in Rak'tika? Alphinaud: Found and slain, you say? I should have known.
Crystal Exarch: Eulmore has but recently dispatched soldiers to all corners of Norvrandt to defend them. I am glad to see their efforts were wasted on the Greatwood.
Thancred: Speaking of Eulmore, what came of your meeting with Vauthry?
Crystal Exarch: Yes, about that. It proved to be... Crystal Exarch: ...Urgh.
Alphinaud: Exarch, you mustn't push yourself. Your time away from the tower has clearly taken its toll. Alphinaud: No doubt you all are tired as well, having traveled so far. Why don't we all take a much-needed rest before we discuss our findings?
Y'shtola: I thought to propose the very same. After your clash with the Warden, you deserve a chance to recuperate.
Thancred: It's settled, then. We reconvene after everyone has had time to settle in.
Speaking with the manager of suites in the Pendants
Manager of Suites: Welcome back, [miss/sir]. Returned from a lengthy excursion, I take it. Manager of Suites:Well, your room has been made ready, if you'd care to retire? < Retire to your quarters > Manager of Suites: Very good. I pray you sound sleep and pleasant dreams.
Cutscene
Ardbert: So there's a light sealed inside you, is there? You wouldn't know it from the outside. You look the same as you ever did to me.
< What will you say? > < I must stay the course. For the others. > < And what if that changes? What if it overwhelms me? > < Then I suppose there's naught to do but rest. >
< I must stay the course. For the others. > Ardbert: True enough. Packing up and going home isn't really an option, is it. If you don't face the music here, it'll only come and find you there.
< And what if that changes? What if it overwhelms me? > Ardbert: Damned if I know. It's not as if I can lift a finger to help myself, much less you. Ardbert: Have faith in your friends. Look out for them, and hope that they look out for you. What more can you do?
< Then I suppose there's naught to do but rest. > Ardbert: Ah, yes. If they're not asking you to fight they're telling you to rest. Which isn't to say they're wrong. You'll need your strength for what's to come.
(All) Ardbert: ...Think he was telling the truth? Emet, I mean. All that rot about Hydaelyn being no different from any other primal... Ardbert: If so, what would that make Her “blessing”? Are we just slaves to Her will? Ardbert: Ahh─let's pay him no mind. Lies are the Ascians' stock-in-trade. Ardbert: Villains, heroes─all a matter of perspective, they'd have you believe. One man's fond memory another's waking nightmare... Ardbert: Me, I'm no saint or savior─just another sinner. And I know damn well I'm in no position to judge... Ardbert: When I saw the people of Slitherbough look up at the sky and celebrate the return of the dark...felt good. Ardbert: It was moments like that that I cherished─much more than the thrill of adventure. The quiet after the storm. Ardbert: I always took comfort in that.
Cutscene
Meanwhile, in Garlemald...
Estinien: What did the scouts have to report?
Gaius: Several skirmishes, but nothing of consequence. The fighting seems to have taken its toll on both sides.
Estinien: A stalemate, then. The Alliance has done well to hold the line for so long. Estinien: ...But then they did have Ishgardian reinforcements.
Gaius: Nevertheless, neither side has any appetite for a prolonged engagement. Gaius: 'Tis but the calm before the storm. And should the Empire choose to bring their full might to bear...
Estinien: To say nothing of Black Rose. Estinien: All the more reason to hasten our search. How close are your people to identifying our next target?
Gaius: Close enough. Though I have received some troubling intelligence. Gaius: One of our generals posted to the Ala Mhigan front recently disappeared without trace from the battlefield at the Ghimlyt Dark.
Estinien: Odd. Dead seems unlikely, fled less so. I wonder where he'll turn up...
Gaius: Were I a betting man, I would say here─in the capital. Gaius: Not that any deserter who valued his life would contemplate returning. But a corpse might, given the right encouragement.
Estinien: In the manner of His Royal Remains, you mean?
Gaius: Elidibus plainly has no need of a new host, so the question becomes, who? Gaius: It may be that another player has joined the game. Gaius: Something to consider, at any rate. But come, there is work to be done.
Katana-bearing Centurion: These bloodless games make for poor sport. Katana-bearing Centurion: Mayhap if Father... Nay. I am a stranger to him in this body. Katana-bearing Centurion: Besides, there is but one hand that can make me whole again. My enemy...my friend... Katana-bearing Centurion: I know not what entertainment occupies you, but if you will not clear the way for me, then I shall seize the reins of fate once more.