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QUEST
Quest: Reconciliation
Rank: D
Type: Good
Requirements: None
Client:Rynah Noran: Rynah is one of Orchidias senior citizens. Word is that she's grown to be senile, forgetful and very nostalgic. Spending a lot of time in the kitchen Rynah rewards people who take her quests with cookies at the end. Rynah usually has a care giver around. Her children have been trying to convince her to move to a retirement home. Rynah and her son Mitya don't get a long because of this.
Summary: Rynah is feeling very emotional. She is convinced that her son, bar owner Mitya Noran, is trying to get rid of her. She thinks her son believes she is a nuisance and doesn't love her anymore and that is the reason he wants to send her to a retirement home. She is very close to her son and finds his behaviour ridiculous. She wishes someone would tell him that for her.
Others:Mitya Noran: Mitya's bar is across the street from Enil's. He has no particular reason for it, but he really hates Enil. Being very childish, he is easily antagonized by even Enil's kind words directed at him. Mitya enjoys killing time by going to his competition's bar and complaining about the beverages they serve. He can go on for hours when drunk, speaking of his childhood, his lovelife, talking on and on about really, nothing. Beyond this, he is very passionate about the well-being of his mother despite the fact that she doesn't seem to feel the same way - which aggravates him.
Objective: Help reconcile Rynah Noran and her son Mitya Noran.
Extra Rewards:- +10 Mana
Details:- Create a topic at Orchidia's Horizon Apartments.
- The usual stench of cat-piss will be masked by the comforting scent of baked cookies.
- Inevitably, you will find yourself following the fragrance till you reach a door that has been left open and find an old woman sitting inside.
- The woman will notice you and invite you into her home for a cup of tea. She will introduce herself as Rynah Noran.
- Once inside her home, she will share a long nostalgic story about how she raised her son Mitya. She will break into tears as she gets emotional and tells you repeatedly how close they were.
- She goes onto ask you to help her write him a letter, asking him not to send her to a retirement home.
- Fill the letter with anecdotes that the old woman shares and then go to Mitya's bar and deliver the letter.
- Mitya will read the letter immediately when you tell him that it is from his mother. He too will break into tears and then race to the apartments. Follow him.
- The mother and son will share a touching moment as they reconcile. Mitya will explain that he only wanted to send her to the retirement home because it is a much better environment than the dank apartments.
- Witness the care-filled discussion that ensues as they try to convince each other.
- Mitya will notice that you're still there, but his mother no longer needs your assistance, since he is with her. The bar owner will reward you for your help.
- Before you leave, Rynah will pack you her special, warm, freshly-baked cookies.
- +10 Mana
Her training might have ended be despite this - or perhaps because of it - Alisa still saw very much the same need to accumulate every last drop of experience she possibly could, more so than the measly amount of jewels some of these Missions might award her. After all, she'd accumulated a rather enviable wealth, even if all of it could fade away into nothing, like dewdrops on a cool Autumn morning.
She got up as early as usual, no, defenitely a good bit earlier than that, eating a quick croissant and orange juice for breakfast... It felt quite lonely without Lumen now, but she was confident she'd see her former partner again, soon hopefully, now simply as friends. In the meantime, she'd press forth, just as she'd always have, clad in a brand new white jacket over black skirt - adorned with gilded trimmings - flaunting the her hourglass figure, the beginning of the new and improved White Empress. Quite a lot had changed in the past few years, but for the most part, Alisa would appear to not have changed much, her heels clacking over the cobblestones, skirt fluttering left and right with the elegant swaying of her hips... Her hair rippled under the occasional chilly gust, providing a measure of comfort from the surprisingly warm, clear skies above, brushing against the bare, smooth skin of her toned thighs like a lover's caress, keeping her cool and fresh as she neared her destination:
"Well, then, let's see what jobs they have for me today~...", mused the sculptress, a faint smile on her plush, glistening lips as her eyes scanned over the request board, hand going to her hip, noting with a hint of amusement, "Impressive how many of these requests seem thoroughly unchanged..."