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*Happily, there proves to be a method to Duvicauroix's madness. The trader asserts that playing in the snow can warm the body and heart on a cold winter's day more so than even a fire, and teaches you how to /throw a snowball as the first step toward mastering this invigorating form of play... | *Happily, there proves to be a method to Duvicauroix's madness. The trader asserts that playing in the snow can warm the body and heart on a cold winter's day more so than even a fire, and teaches you how to /throw a snowball as the first step toward mastering this invigorating form of play... | ||
==Dialogue== | |||
===Accepting the Quest=== | |||
'''Maucolyn:''' I can't see as how I oughta care, but I saw a fella out throwin' snowballs at a snowman. Why anyone'd engage in such japery in the cold, I can't rightly say. | |||
'''Maucolyn:''' Went nut gatherin' and lost more'n he found, is my guess. Ye better make sure that don't happen to ''you'', lass/lad. Not that I know precisely ''what'' happened, mind ye. | |||
'''Maucolyn:''' What's that? Me? ''Ask''? I got my chocobos to see to. If Duvicauroix wants to upend his head soup on the snow, I can't see what business o' mine it'd be. | |||
'''Maucolyn:''' Yep, that's his name—Duvicauroix. I don't know, he sells things, goes places. Don't seem like no kind o' life to me, beggin' pardon. Ye want to see him, I reckon he's somewhere about. | |||
===Speaking with Duvicauroix=== | |||
'''Duvicauroix:''' Walking softly, eh, adventurer? Those around here think I'm winter-drunk, I'll wager. Hah! Never seen a snow-toss before, the lazy by-blows. | |||
'''Duvicauroix:''' Sit on your arse in front of a poor fire too long, and soon you got the swivin' white-knuckles. You'll sleep the better for tossing snowballs, without needing Lady Mead or Mistress Ale to sing the lullaby. | |||
'''Duvicauroix:''' What do you say, eh? Why not give it a try? It's as simple as you'd imagine. Just reach on down, grab some of the powdery white, and throw! | |||
Latest revision as of 22:32, 1 March 2024
Toss Fit Workout
- Quest giver
- Maucolyn
- Location
- Coerthas Central Highlands (X:24.9, Y:27.7)
- Level
- 36
- Experience
3,206- Next quest
Rolling with the Snowies- Patch
- 2.1
- Links
- EDB
“Torn between curiosity and scorn, Maucolyn would report an odd sighting.
— In-game description
Rewards
- Unlocks
Steps
- Speak with Duvicauroix.
Journal
- Torn between curiosity and scorn, Maucolyn would report an odd sighting.
- Maucolyn has recently observed a local trader capering in the cold, tossing snowballs in what the dour chocobokeep assumes to be a fit of hypothermic hysteria. Speak with this trader, Duvicauroix, and inquire as to his well-being.
- Happily, there proves to be a method to Duvicauroix's madness. The trader asserts that playing in the snow can warm the body and heart on a cold winter's day more so than even a fire, and teaches you how to /throw a snowball as the first step toward mastering this invigorating form of play...
Dialogue
Accepting the Quest
Maucolyn: I can't see as how I oughta care, but I saw a fella out throwin' snowballs at a snowman. Why anyone'd engage in such japery in the cold, I can't rightly say. Maucolyn: Went nut gatherin' and lost more'n he found, is my guess. Ye better make sure that don't happen to you, lass/lad. Not that I know precisely what happened, mind ye. Maucolyn: What's that? Me? Ask? I got my chocobos to see to. If Duvicauroix wants to upend his head soup on the snow, I can't see what business o' mine it'd be. Maucolyn: Yep, that's his name—Duvicauroix. I don't know, he sells things, goes places. Don't seem like no kind o' life to me, beggin' pardon. Ye want to see him, I reckon he's somewhere about.
Speaking with Duvicauroix
Duvicauroix: Walking softly, eh, adventurer? Those around here think I'm winter-drunk, I'll wager. Hah! Never seen a snow-toss before, the lazy by-blows. Duvicauroix: Sit on your arse in front of a poor fire too long, and soon you got the swivin' white-knuckles. You'll sleep the better for tossing snowballs, without needing Lady Mead or Mistress Ale to sing the lullaby. Duvicauroix: What do you say, eh? Why not give it a try? It's as simple as you'd imagine. Just reach on down, grab some of the powdery white, and throw!