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Apron Cooking Quest
Level: ?
Rec. Level: ?
Type: Solo
Starts With: Greta
Starts At: 61.8S, 81.8E
Route: near Mayoi
Time to Complete: ?
Repeat: 20 Hours

Overview

  • Greta in Mayoi wants you to produce the perfect sausage.
  • This quest will require Cooking trained, a Carving Knife, and a healthy pile of Sausages.

Walkthrough & Notes

  1. Go to Mayoi and speak with Greta at 61.8S, 81.8E.
  2. Retrieve a Completed Cooking Skill Puzzle Piece or Completed Advanced Cooking Skill Puzzle Piece from the Bestowers' Guild in Eastham or Lin.
  3. Return the puzzle piece to Greta.
  4. Purchase a Carving Knife from a Grocer and 100 Sausages from Jesren the Jolly Barkeep in MacNiall's Freehold at 74.0S, 92.2E.
  5. Use the Carving Knife on the Sausages to create Sausage Lumps.
  6. Give the completed Sausage Lumps to Greta to be actively maligned by her for your shoddy workmanship.
  7. After turning in all 100, you will receive an Apron and the title Royal Cook.

Rewards

Turning in 100 Sausage Lumps
Experience: ? (?% up to level ?)
Luminance: ?
Titles: Royal Cook
Items:

Dialog

First Introduction

Greta tells you, "A Drudge Gut Sausage is the whole point of this exchange. No sausage, no magic. You're going to have to find one before we can get creative!"

Greta tells you, "Unless, perhaps, you would like to try your hand at becoming my Apprentice? I could use someone of your fine calibre!"

Greta tells you, "Bring me the appropriate Bestower's Guild certification and we could begin."

Giving Completed Cooking Skill Puzzle

Ah, so you can cook, or at least you think you can. We'll i'm always in need of an apprentice with more enthusiasm than sense.

She tucks the piece into her apron and gives you a once-over.

Very well. You're hired. Don't make me regret it.

She gestures toward her counter stacked high with sausages.

Your first task: cut one hundred sausages cleanly in half. Perfectly, mind you. None of that jagged hackery I see from amateurs.

She holds up a carving knife.

Take one of these and use it properly. Knife, sausage. Simple. Try not to invent a new disaster before lunch.

Giving Completed Advanced Cooking Skill Puzzle

An Advanced Cooking Skill Puzzle Piece? Hah! So you can tell one end of a skillet from the other. That's a start.

She snorts softly and pockets it.

Alright then, apprentice. Let's see what you're made of.

She gestures toward a table loaded with sausages.

Your first assignment: cut one hundred sausages. Perfectly in half. Not shredded, not smushed, not whatever 'creative' nonsense you think counts as cooking.

She leans closer voice low and serious.

Use a carving knife on a sausage. If you can't manage that, we'll just skip ahead to digging ditches.

Giving 1st Sausage Lump

I give you one simple task. One! Cut them in half, I said. In half! And you've delivered... this!

She holds up a mangled lump.

I see. You've reinvented the sausage. Into something I never wanted to exist.

She mutters under her breath.

Greta, you said. Take on an apprentice, you said. What could go wrong, you said...

Giving Sausage Lumps

You again. And... oh look, more Lumps.

She stares at the sausage like it personally offended her.

You've already got your apron! You've already got your title! What more do you want? An award for most crimes against cuisine?

She sighs.

Put that thing away before the sausages form a union.

Ah, the Royal Cook returns... bearing yet another lump.

She folds her arms.

I see nothing has changed. The crown may shine, but the sausages still suffer.

You're still making these, aren't you?

She rubs her temples.

You've transcended cooking. You're not a chef anymore, you're a philospher of lumps.

A pause.

Fine. Leave it there. The drudges can have it. They'll eat anything.

You know, most cooks would stop once they've achieved greatness. But not you!

She gestures dramatically.

No, you pushed the boundaries of failure! You've made 'lumpy' your legacy!

She smirks.

Remind me never to eat anything you serve at the royal banquet.

Do you hate sausages? Is that it? Because this is what hatred looks like.

Maybe I'll serve these at the next festival. 'Greta's Lumpy Surprise.' The surprise is disappointment!

If I had a pyreal for every ruined sausage, I could buy my own castle and never cook again.

Well... at least you're consistent. Terrible, but consistent.

One more 'lump,' and I'm apprenticing you to the compost heap instead.

How do you even do this? A sausage has two ends! Pick one and cut, not annihilate!

If I served this in Holtburg, I'd be run out of town by lunchtime!

This isn't a sausage, this is a warning to future apprentices.

You've invented a new dish: The Regret Roll. It's terrible. I love it.

If I wanted meat paste, I'd have thrown the sausages in the grinder myself!

Ah, more lumps. Wonderful. I'll just add them to the pile of culinary disasters.

You're improving! Last time it was unrecognizable. This time I can at least tell it used to be food.

The goal was 'half' not 'exploded.' But I admire your... enthusiasm.

You've got spirit, I'll give you that. Technique? No. But spirit.

I didn't know sausages could cry until I saw what you did to these.

What in the world is this? That's not a sausage half, that's a crime scene!

Did you hit the sausage with a rock? Because that's what this looks like.

I asked you to cut them in half, not obliterate them.

Oh lovely, Sausage Lumps. I suppose we can sell these to the drudges.

You've managed to create something that's neither sausage nor art. Congratulations.

Giving 100th Sausage Lump

One hundred. One hundred Sausage Lumps. You've truly done it. I didn't think anyone could make this many culinary crimes in one lifetime.

She exhales through her nose, half a laugh, half despair.

And yet... you never gave up. You kept mangling those sausages like a champion.

She tosses you an apron.

Take It! You've officially ascended beyond failure. You're a Royal Cook now! May the gods have mercy on our taste buds.

You have been awarded the title of "Royal Cook"