Quaestor

R5 Cook (T5 item max, 7 crafts/day) - x2 Crafter's Respite | 204496-1 Ambition Tool (+1 EXP) Ambition food | 163551-1 (+1 EXP) Lucrative (+2 EXP, Salvage on LD 6+) Hard Working (+2 EXP, +1 attempt/day) ID 215223 | CD 1 | LD 18 | Crit Failure (+7 EXP) ID 215224 | CD 4 | LD 2 | Salvage | lose mat (+8 EXP) - messed up link ID 215225 | CD 3 | LD 15 | Salvage | keep mat (+8 EXP) - mislabeled as Freyd ID 215226 | CD 11 | LD 15 | T4 Rare Consumable (Meal) (+11 EXP) ID 215227 | CD 4 | LD 17 | Salvage | keep mat (+8 EXP) ID 215228 | CD 7 | LD 20 | T4 Uncommon Consumable (Meal)

R4 Cook (T4 item max, 6 crafts/day) - x2 Crafter's Respite | 204496 Ambition Tool (+1 EXP) Ambition food | 163551 (+1 EXP) Lucrative (+2 EXP, Salvage on LD 6+) Hard Working (+2 EXP, +1 attempt/day) ID 215160 | CD 1 | LD 9 | Crit Fail (+7 EXP) ID 215161 | CD 10 | LD 15 | T4 Rare Consumable (Meal) (+9 EXP) ID 215162 | CD 6 | LD 7 | Salvage | keep mat (+8 EXP) ID 215163 | CD 7 | LD 12 | T4 Uncommon Consumable (Meal) (+9 EXP) ID 215164 | CD 3 | LD 13 | Failure (+7 EXP) ID 215165 | CD 6 | LD 18 | Salvage | keep mat (+8 EXP) ID 215166 | CD 7 | LD 11 | T4 Uncommon Consu

R3 Cook (T3 item max, 5 crafts/day) - x2 Crafter's Respite | 204494-1 Ambition Tool (+1 EXP) Ambition food | 163550 (+1 EXP) Lucrative (+2 EXP, Salvage on LD 6+) Hard Working (+2 EXP, +1 attempt/day) ID 215102 | CD 4 | LD 10 | Failure (+7 EXP) ID 215103 | CD 7 | LD 7 | Salvage | keep mat (+8 EXP) ID 215104 | CD 5 | LD 19 | Salvage | keep mat (+8 EXP) ID 215105 | CD 4 | LD 8 | Failure (+7 EXP) ID 215106 | CD 11 | LD 10 | T3 Rare Snack (+11 EXP) ID 215107 | CD 6 | LD 3 | Salvage | lose mat (+8 EXP) ID 215108 | CD 9 | LD 8 | T3 Uncommon Snack (+9 EXP) ID 215109 | CD

R1 Cook (T1 item max, 3 crafts/day) - x2 Crafter's Respite | 204494 Ambition Tool (+1 EXP) Ambition food | 158163 (+1 EXP) Lucrative (+2 EXP, Salvage on LD 6+) Hard Working (+2 EXP, +1 attempt/day) ID 215010 | CD 2 | LD 11 | Failure (+7 EXP) ID 215011 | CD 3 | LD 4 | Failure (+7 EXP) ID 215012 | CD 12 | LD 7 | T1 Perfect Food (Snack) (+14 EXP) ID 215013 | CD 5 | LD 8 | Failure (+7 EXP) ID 215014 | CD 12 | LD 18 | T1 Perfect Food (Snack) (+14 EXP) +1 additional ID 215015 | CD 11 | LD 20 | T1 Rare Food (Snack) (+11 EXP) +1 additional Cost: 6 materials R3 Cooking

House Name: Quaestor's House Location: Floor 13 (In Angel's Point, living quarters above and behind Quaestor's Quisine shop) Plot Size: Estate (15 room slots, 4 storey max, 3 yard slots) Looking like little more than a second storey set of windows overlooking Quaestor's Quisine and Freyd Edges across the road, Quaestor's actual home is a much more sprawling complex than most realize. Real estate is far more plentiful in Angel's Point than most people realize, and zombie-plague-free food is at a premium. Quaestor's made a mint and made smart investments over time. Yard(s): (All

Purchasing: Custom Ambition Tool | Cooking [800 col) Gain +1 bonus crafting EXP for each crafting attempt.

Crafting rolls: R1 Cook (T1 item max (snacks only), 2 crafts/day) Ambition Tool (+1 EXP) Lucrative (+2 EXP) ID 214880 | CD 6 | LD 10 | Salvage (fail) (+5 EXP) ID 214881 | CD 3 | LD 17 | Fail (+4 EXP) Cost: 2 materials

ph - Quaestor's Quisine is located in Angel Point, right across the road from Freyd Edges.

Name: Dodgy Vanilla Shortbread ID: 198661 Roll: CD 10 Item Type: Snack Tier: 1 Quality: Uncommon Enhancements: EVA 1 Description: Heart shaped shortbread cookie flavoured with hard-found vanilla. Post Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/21069-sp-f01-remedial-quisine/?do=findComment&comment=643626 (EAL: Cooking item craft)

"Alright, Maggie. I got your things. Let's hammer this out so that I can get back to Miri and my shop. Your kitchen is already driving me nuts." Slapping him with a wood spoon for his insolence, she walked him formally through the motions, taking each turn in step like she would with any novice. "This is embarrassing. I've been doing this for years. Now I have to start all over because of some computer glitch?" He got the spoon again for complaining and promptly pursed his lips to contain his griping. Before long, the most basic of basics had been achieved - a simple uncommon

"Here you go." Everything he needed had been stacked and loaded into a small basket, along with a few of yesterday's cookies for good measure. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, Quaestor, and I hope we'll see each other again soon." Her mood had definitely improved and whatever mood had been plaguing her beforehand had been broken by their clumsy and ridiculous exchange. "You too Akira," he offered, uncertain as to whether he should shake her hand or hug her or just walk away. She decided on the middle option before he could settle on one himself. A gaggle of giggling kids scat

"Oh. Uh. Nice catch! And... thanks?" Akira's face flushed vermillion given where his hand had managed to catch her. Quaestor was a little slower on the uptake, having just reacted without thinking. His eyes had been on hers as she spoke, but drifted downward with every widening realization at her words. "Oh. AH!" Any awkward motion or force might prove painful, leaving him with the solitary options of matching her shade of blush. "Just, don't move for a sec," her laughter broke the tension between them as she propped her arms against his and lifted herself back up to a balanc

Akira's silent hopes were dashed by his response, but she hid them well enough for him not to notice. Instead, she pasted a practiced smile on her face and wandered to search other nearby cabinets. Thankfully, it also enabled her to turn her face away. Her loneliness wasn't Quaestor fault or responsibility, but the sudden prospect of regular companionship had kindled something within that she'd not felt in ages. A sigh escaped her lips before she could prevent it. "Is everything alright?" He felt awkward just standing there, not being able to help in any way. "Oh, it's fine. I

"Are you truly on your own?" It seemed an unfair burden, and he felt selfish for not having known or offered to do more sooner. "Not truly or entirely. Many of the other players who found these children and brought them here continue to contribute in some way. Until they vanish, that is." Their eyes met, confirming that more than a few had met their own ends by whatever means. Quaestor's mustache quivered and sniffed. "You have my word that I will do whatever I can to help. I set up shop on Floor thirteen, but it's just a short crystal hop away from here. I could come visit an

"Yes, I think so," Akira replied, mouthing a 'thank you' in his direction before chasing both girls out of the kitchen. "How many are there," he asked, without thinking. "Eight. Too many for such a place as this, but parents will let their kids do anything these days, or are just too busy or tired to properly care." Regret was heavy in her voice. It had never dawned on Quaestor that families had been separated by Kayaba's trapped - not in this way, at least. He'd lost Miri early on, but that was different. They'd never had kids, and the Madrigal had become their family. Everyo

Two young girls suddenly came bursting into the kitchen, one cradling a small makeshift doll and desperately trying to keep it away from the other. Whirling round the corner, they could never hope to see Akira stooped behind the island and both tripped over her legs, eliciting a yelp of surprise and heavy thud. Acting swiftly, Quaestor managed to catch both girls before anything worse happened, but tears were fully flowing by the time Akira withdrew from her cupboard cave, rubbing the new goose egg on her forehead. "It's alright dear," Quaestor offered, his voice quiet and calm despite

"Ah hah! Oh, no... that won't do at all." Thinking she had found a vial of leftover vanilla, it turned out to be some licorice kept in water for too long. Pulling the stopper off to verify was a mistake and nearly disintegrated her nose with its pungent odour. "The kids have a habit of re-organizing whenever I'm not looking. I just hope that Hoji didn't over-sample when he last participated. There is usually some re-stocking required in the aftermath." Still laughing, she placed that particular crate aside and delved half her torso under the counter. "How deep does that place go?"

Akira led him into her kitchen. It was quaint and cozy, though a little on the small side for what she had to contend with. A bowl of batter and another full of dough were sitting off to the side, likely as treats and snacks for later in the day. The hearth was worn and well-loved, assorted pots and pans hanging from it, weening the heat to dry themselves after certain, frequent use. Herbs hung from every rafter, giving the entire room a fragrant and welcoming atmosphere. Quaestor removed his helm, lest the added height knock everything off their respective hangers. Bright eyes marveled

"No, no. It's fine." It clearly wasn't. Quaestor didn't want to pry and stood shuffling uncomfortably from one foot to the other, when a leather ball struck the side of his horse-hair plume and set his helmet askew on his head. Eyes wide, it took him a moment to realize that had happened. Giggling, infectious laughter came from a dozen tiny voices in the yard, soon spreading to the adults. Pulling the strap at his chin, he removed the wayward helm and tucked it under his arm, sweeping a thick tangled mess of hair back with his free hand. Akira had covered her mouth in a vain attempt to

"Yes. Strangest thing. I'd finished that quest ages ago and had the profession completely ranked up. Even had a lovely little shop in an out of the way corner of an upper floor, but when I went down to open up this morning the whole thing was locked down." Irked though he might be, Quaestor's good-hearted nature shone through and he sounded like was telling a neighbour about some oddity that he'd found in his yard. "It's no big deal, really, and probably has something to do with that weird shadow-flood thing that happened a while back. It's like the system is still sorting out a bunc

Akari was in her early thirties, but the looks of her. Black hair neatly cut at shoulder length and dressed in a humble outfit that blended in well with the locals, despite their particular colour penchant. He guessed that she was probably someone's mom, signed up to participate in the game without having the slightest idea what she was in for. Dark brown eyes looked careworn, but otherwise content. She'd found purpose inside the game. The children found a protector and some sense of normalcy. If they remained on the first floor they would likely be safe from the pervasive perils to be f

Their trek led them to a humble cottage on the outskirts of the unusual village, where a dozen children were playing around the yard. Quaestor couldn't believe that kids so young had even been allowed to sign into this game. What were their parents even thinking?! They weren't, clearly, and were likely playing the price for their poor choices, even as their children suffered in here. "Hoji, you little rascal, who have you snared and collected now?" "I dunno. What's your name mister?" The child's attention was already waning, drawn to one of the ball games going on without him.

"So what's the deal, Super... I'm just gonna stick with Hoji, if that's okay. How come you're hanging around here? And are you really as young as you look?" The kid turned and gave him a 'you know that everyone asks me the same question kind of look.' "Yes, I really am how young I look, except that enough years have passed that it's tough to say that anyone is really a child anymore. Too much to un-see, you know? Innocence doesn't hold up well under these conditions." "I'm so sorry," Quaestor offered, unable to fathom what that sort of thing could do to someone so young. "D

"Hmm? Oh, yes. I'm sorry. Drifted away a bit there. What's your name kid?" "Hoji. But everyone around here calls me Super Kendo Master-man!" Quaestor's bushy eye brows both rose in doubt and surprise. "Really?" he asked, skeptically. "Oh, yeah. Totally! Look at this place! It's all about outrageous. Hoji's just too plain to live here." The boy's initially bubbly energy floundered as he spoke of his home and surroundings. Dreams were bigger than reality here - even fake reality. "Alight, Super Kendo Master... uh... man?" The boy's eyes perked up at his effor

"They certainly did, didn't they?" Looking down at the scrawny boy-child, Quaestor's countenance softened, along with his voice. He remembered the flood that had swept over the floor, drowning out everything it touched, lapping at the walls of Angel's Point while a sea of floating zombies writhed viciously beyond. He joined the defense, such as it was, but the odds were hopeless. Nothing held back the inky waters for long. All anyone could do was cling to each other and try to reach higher ground, until there was none left. He remembered clutching Miri and trying desperately to save