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Speak with Syzfrusk.
Red Rooster Stead
Travel to speak with Lolojo.
Return and report to Syzfrusk.
Spoiler Alert: The exact transcript follows below.
Red Rooster Stead
Lolojo: Don't tell me. Syzfrusk sent ye, didn't he? Well, ye can tell the dull-witted louse that my answer is the same as it was yesterday, the day before, and the day before that and all.
Lolojo: The grapes were stolen by a band of blinkin' flea-ridden kobolds. They came up here one night and stripped every last vine clean. I'm just lucky they didn't tear up the roots like they did at the fields near Agelyss Wise.
Lolojo: In all my years here at the Red Rooster, never once did I have a problem with the beast tribes, mainly 'cause the pirate gangs who bought Syzfrusk's sour red would patrol the area.
Lolojo: But since that hells-damned Admiral had her yellowjacket lapdogs round up the local pirates, there hasn't been a soul around the Stead in weeks. Merlwyb's grand scheme to protect the realm has left us smallfolk with nary a bloody leg to stand on.
Lolojo: In that time, I've lost not only me grapes, but two score dodo eggs, a shed full of tools, and two of me best scarecrows to fire!
Lolojo: So ye tell ol' Syzfrusk the next time he feels inclined to bemoan his lack of stock, he should forward his complaints to the bloody Admiral!
Syzfrusk: Welcome back, good 'venturer. I see the Wanderer kept watch over ye on yer journey. Now, what did the lass Lolojo have to say for herself?
Syzfrusk: The kobolds robbed the Rooster of every last grape!? And that it were the Barracudas what let 'em do it!? Well I'll be thrice damned if that's not the most outrageous thing I've heard in me fifty summers as a winemaker.
Syzfrusk:The Admiral wouldn't allow farmsteads to go unprotected while beast tribes roamed free...would she? Seven hells! These days, I just don't know what to believe!
Syzfrusk: Ah, me apologies, good 'venturer. Didn't mean to let the Fury take me like that, but the sour red'll oft fuel the fire, ye ken? Anyroad, I'd like to offer ye me thanks for yer trouble. I know it ain't much, but without the coin I'd usually make from hawkin' me wine, I don't have much more to give.
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