Tyago Moui: Caught wind of all this Archon talk yet? Some folk make them for the very incarnations of the Twelve, come to Eorzea. Old prophecies and wives' tales say they descend from their heavenly seat whenever disaster threatens Eorzea, see. Tyago Moui: Needless to say, many believe the Archons to have otherworldly powers─both of mind and body. Tyago Moui: According to the loremasters' books, there was an age of shadow and calamity some fifteen hundred-odd years ago, when a great flood drowned the world─the sixth Umbral Era, they called it. Believers say it was the twelve Archons what came to fight the darkness then. Tyago Moui: One of them bards always in and out of here is gathering up all the stories he can find. Means to make a collection of works about the whole ordeal. Went and promised the bloody mummer I'd help when I was in my cups one eve. I'll live to regret that, no doubt. Tyago Moui: Last I heard, he was looking for some sort of muse to help him put his characters to song, or some such nonsense. But I ain't about to leave my bar attended to go chasing muses. Tyago Moui: You adventurers go in for that sort of thing. How about you lend us a hand, eh? There's a famous gladiator over at the Coliseum─name of Lyngwaek. Tyago Moui: I reckon he's as good a bloke as any to inspire that addle-brained bard to sing the praises of the Archon known as Ahldbhar, mighty and fearsome as he is. What say you, then? Are you willing to go and have a few words with this warrior?" ((Accept the quest))