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* Talk to Rappanel | * Talk to Rappanel | ||
Latest revision as of 09:27, 15 May 2023
Summary
Rappanel in Serbule Hills said, "Durstin behind the bar is good for a scrambled egg or a bit of fried bread, but he's just not willing to broaden his horizons! And yet right down the road is a rare delicacy: ranalan-style pickled fish! Get some for me. I'll convince him to try them some evening, and he'll finally see what he's been missing.
Look for the ranalans around the big lake. They like to leave pickling jars outside their huts. And don't worry -- they're not actually intelligent, they just seem that way. I read all about them in bard college back home in Verta!"
Prerequisites
To start this quest, talk to Rappanel in Serbule Hills. The quest is available at [Neutral] favor.
Preface
“Durstin behind the bar is good for a scrambled egg or a bit of fried bread, but he's just not willing to broaden his horizons! And yet right down the road is a rare delicacy: ranalan-style pickled fish! Get some for me. I'll convince him to try them some evening, and he'll finally see what he's been missing.
Look for the ranalans around the big lake. They like to leave pickling jars outside their huts. And don't worry -- they're not actually intelligent, they just seem that way. I read all about them in bard college back home in Verta!
Requirements
- Obtain (x1)
- Talk to Rappanel
Rewards
Rewards for Ranalan Pickles
“Perfect. Now I'll wait for him to be good and drunk, so he won't remember the taste. You see, the first time you eat these, they're disgusting. But the second time, they're only moderately disgusting, and by the eighth time... wait. Wait! I just realized that these are actually an acquired taste, and it's not really a taste worth acquiring. Oh well, it's too late for me: I love 'em! I'll just eat these myself. Here, for your labor!
- 50 [favor]
- 200 councils
