Odette's chapel piano in Ashen Landing has gone out of tune, and she lost her mother's tuning hammer. She gave you Mama's recipe for a new one: iron from a forge, fir off the big island, and a third ingredient nobody can read. She gave you an axe and a pickaxe for the first two. Barnaby, who fishes the big island's southwest beach down the coast from where you woke up, knows the third.
Quest item: 
Tuning Hammer
Steps
- Ask Barnaby the fisherman, on the big island's southwest beach · the southwest beach
- Defend Barnaby: hold the ring round him, then finish the dead · the southwest beach
- Talk to Barnaby · the southwest beach
- Forge the Tuning Hammer and bring it to Odette · Ashen Landing
Reward
An Epic tool, 400 gold and XP
Dialogue
Starting it
- “Hear that? That's supposed to be Chopin. It went sour about a month ago. Now every note comes out a little sideways, like a man telling you he's fine.”
- “Funny thing. It went sour right when the sky started paying attention. I don't know what that means. I just play here.”
- “What it needs is Mama's tuning hammer. I lost it. I'd tell you where, but then it wouldn't be lost.”
- “So you'll have to make a new one. Here's Mama's recipe. Iron from a forge, and fir off the big island. Those two I can read.”
- “The third thing, I can't. Mama wrote like a chicken. A chicken that didn't want you to know.”
- “You'll be chopping and digging for the first two, so here. My husband's axe and pickaxe. He's not using them. He's not using anything, really.”
- “Barnaby would know the third. He fishes the southwest beach of the big island, down the coast from where you woke up.”
- “Tell him Odette sent you. Then stand back. He's been alone a while.”
Talking to them again
- “Barnaby. Southwest beach of the big island. Big fella, smells like the sea. Well, everybody out here smells like the sea. He smells like the bottom of it.”
- “Iron, fir, and Mama's mystery. Barnaby knows the third part. Mama knew it too, but Mama took it with her. Mama took a lot of things.”
Handing it in
- “A tuning hammer. Oh, look at that. And is that tuna in there? Mama, you old fish.”
- “Now hold still. Not you. The piano. There. Hear it settle? That's the sound of something finally agreeing with itself.”
- “Here. For your trouble. Don't thank me. Thank Mama. Actually, don't. She'd want something.”
- “Now sit a minute. This one's Chopin's. He wrote it for somebody to hear, and the pews have heard it.”
At the hand-in without the item
- “You're back. No hammer, though. I can tell, because the piano still sounds like that.”
When your bag is full
- “Your bag's full. I'd hold onto these, but I've only got the two hands, and they're busy being sad.”
ask
- “Odette sent you. I can tell. You've got the look of somebody who got sent.”
- “You want the third thing in Mama's hammer. Fine. But the last time I said a secret out loud, the dead came up out of the sand to hear it.”
- “Odette's mama tuned with tuna. Tuna scales, scraped thin, under the felt. Sounds crazy. It is crazy. Works, though.”
- “Hear that? That's the sky. Stand close to me, and whatever comes up out of that sand, keep it off me.”
barnaby again
- “Tuna. Deep water, off the end of the rocks. Gut it, keep the scales. The rest you can eat, or sell, or name. I named one once. Bad idea.”
barnaby barks
- “Come on then, you flea-bitten scallywags! I've seen more fight in a bowl of chowder!”
- “Give them the what-for! Knock their blasted blocks off!”
- “Lily-livered layabouts! My grandmother hit harder, and she was a Methodist!”
- “Put up your dukes, you moth-eaten varmints!”
- “That's it, my boy! That's the stuff! Give them another!”
- “Back to the bottom with you, you barnacle-brained bilge rats!”
- “Thunderation, there's more of them! Well, don't stand there gawking!”
- “Bully! Bully for you! Now do it again, I wasn't looking!”
- “Mind the bucket! I said mind the bucket, you scoundrels!”
- “Skedaddle, you dusty rascals! Go on, scram!”
- “Keep your powder dry and your chin up, friend!”
- “Is that all you've got, you bumbling galoots? I've had worse from a seagull!”
- “Huzzah! Down goes another one! Hit them where it counts!”
- “Confound it, you're stepping on my nets, you clodhoppers!”
barnaby full
- “Your bag's full. Come back when it's not. I'm not going anywhere. I've been not going anywhere for thirty years.”
lure
- “Well. You're still alive, and so am I. That's a good day out here. Most days it's one or the other.”
- “Take this lure. The tuna like it. Don't ask me why. I've asked them. They don't say.”
- “And you can't lose it. Cast it a thousand times, it comes back every time. Like a dog. Or a debt.”
retry
- “They're back. They're always back. That's the one thing you can count on out here. That and the tide.”
siege on
- “Less talking. More of the other thing. The thing where they stop moving.”
wrath
- “Who spoke? Who gave the fish away?”
- “That song was ours to sour. Every string, we bent ourselves. And you would mend it with a tuna.”
- “No. Rise, you dead. Rise and take the fisherman. And his bucket. Mostly the fisherman.”