So You Want to Be a Rogue

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So You Want to Be a Rogue is a Quest in Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn.

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So You Want to Be a Rogue script

Lonwoerd	There's naught behind these convent doors for a worldly type like you, missus/guv. We're the Dutiful Sisters o' the Edelweiss─all pure an' saintly, like. Now bugger off.

Lonwoerd	There's naught behind these convent doors for a worldly type like you, missus/guv. We're the Dutiful Sisters o' the Edelweiss─all pure an' saintly, like. Now bugger off.
Lonwoerd	...Hang about. Ain't ye that lass/cove as goes by the name o' [Player Name]?
Lonwoerd	...Hang about. I thought ye was just some simple errand lass/lad, but now I've had a proper look─yer [Player Name], ain't ye?

Lonwoerd	Heh, I knew it. Somethin' about millin' primals leaves its mark on a person/cove, it does.
Lonwoerd	Anyway, you bein' who you are, ye must have an inklin' as to what goes on here, eh? The Admiral sent ye to meet with one o' me associates after that business with Leviathan, if ye recall.
Lonwoerd	That's right, lass/mate─ye stand at the entrance to the Rogues' Guild. 'Course, 'twould be a poor sort of underground organization if we put a bleedin' sign up on the front door.
Lonwoerd	Anyway...from what Lady Yugiri told me, yer pretty handy in a scrap.
Lonwoerd	She's off seein' to some private business right now, but I reckon we might have some use for a prime lass/bang-up cove like you.
Lonwoerd	If ye've an interest in joinin' us, tip us yer daddles an' we'll put a hilt in each one, just like the gods intended. ...So what do ye say? Fancy learnin' a new trade?

Lonwoerd	Heh, I knew it. We like to snilch all the risin' talent, an' from what I hear, yer head an' shoulders above the rest.
Lonwoerd	If ye can handle yerself half as well as they say, ye might well be of use to us.
Lonwoerd	...Ah, forget all that “Sisters o' the Edelweiss” bollocks. That's just a bit o' fun to fob off the curious culls. We're a guild o' rogues, lass/mate, an' it's mainly our marks as does the prayin'.
Lonwoerd	Me an' mine work in the shadows o' Limsa, takin' a keen edge to the rooks an' cacklers what've earned 'emselves a millin'. We don't tout for members, but every now an' again, we might offer a promisin' young cove a place in the ranks.
Lonwoerd	If ye've an interest in joinin' us, tip us yer daddles an' we'll put a hilt in each one, just like the gods intended. ...So what do ye say? Fancy learnin' a new trade?

Lonwoerd	Good to see yer keen. But I should probably warn ye on a few points afore ye dive in.
Lonwoerd	Where most guilds take pride in turnin' their members into the best bloody candlestick makers they can be, we only care about gettin' the job done.
Lonwoerd	An' the job ain't pretty. Ye become one of us, an' ye'll soon be neck-deep in scum an' knife fights.
Lonwoerd	So if yer lookin' to scamper across rooftops an' bilk dandies o' their blunt, ye'd best take up with a different crew. Think on that, an' come back if yer still keen.

Lonwoerd	Not for you, eh? Suit yerself. Me an' me chaste sisters'll pray for yer immortal soul an' so on.
Quest complete.