Molting Season

Molting Season is a World Quest in . It is one of the three prerequisite quests for Every Aspect of a Warrior.
==Start Location==
Start the quest by approaching the Angry Saurian Trafficker near a camp between Stadium of the Sacred Flame and "Flower-Feather Clan".
World Quest Molting Season Start Location.png|Molting Season's start location
World Quest Molting Season Start Location Context.png|Additional context
==Steps==
# Fight off the hostile Saurian traffickers 
# Find Acomitl
# Start your scored flight!
#* Complete the Warrior's Challenge with an S (7500 points) or higher
==Gameplay Notes==
* Acomitl can be accessed by either knocking on the cliff wall correctly or using the Phlogiston Wind Tunnel by the Sleepy Qucusaurus.
* Same as other Warrior Challenges, three chests — Common, Exquisite, and Precious — can be obtained by scoring a B, A, and S, respectively.
==Dialogue==
;(Knock on the cliff wall, optional)
:???: You're not my Saurian... Stop messing around. I've nothing on me worth remembering.
;(Approach the Saurian traffickers)
:Angry Saurian Trafficker: Where did Acomitl go? Get out here, you little smooth-talking squirt!
:Angry Saurian Trafficker: How come I haven't seen a single feather of that baby Qucusaurus you promised to sell me, huh? I dare you to stop hiding in that cellar and face up to me!
;(Get closer to the traffickers)
:Young Man Called Acomitl: That would mean having to fight you, so why would I do that? And besides, it's not like I accepted any of your money, anyway! I was just playing along for fun.
:Young Man Called Acomitl: Stealing baby Qucusaurs is against our laws. Do I look like a fool to you?
:Angry Saurian Trafficker: You're a gutsy one, huh? How dare you try to trick me! Go ahead then, hide away — I have all the time in the world! No one's coming to save you anyway.
:Young Man Called Acomitl: ...You really so sure there's no one coming to save me?
:Angry Saurian Trafficker: ...Hmm?
:Angry Saurian Trafficker: You little... You actually went and ran for help, huh? Well, just so happens I'm fuming, so I'll just have to give them a good beating too.
:Young Man Called Acomitl: Huh? Someone actually showed up!?
:Paimon: Huh? Why are we suddenly being attacked? Ugh, well... Guess it's time for you to do your thing, .
;(Defeat the traffickers)
:Paimon: Wow, he sure was a weak opponent... Just his luck he ran into us... But still, randomly getting into fights doesn't feel good.
:Paimon: Anyway, there was some other voice arguing with this person earlier. "Acomitl," or something. We should look for him and ask what's going on.
;(Approach the cellar, optional)
:Cellar: (You hear rustling from below. Perhaps someone is hiding down there.)
: Hello? Anyone there?
:Cellar: ...
:Young Man Called Acomitl: Who's there?
:Paimon: We've driven off the Saurian traffickers, it's safe to come out now.
:Young Man Called Acomitl: ...No thanks. Just leave me alone in this cellar.
:Young Man Called Acomitl: Thanks for the help, but I don't have anything to give you.
:Young Man Called Acomitl: I kept some stuff at the camp, though, if you want it. Help yourselves.
: So... No explanation for what just happened?
:Young Man Called Acomitl: I'm sorry for getting you caught up in this mess, but no good will come from telling you, so forget it.
:Paimon: You call that an explanation? Paimon and were just taking a walk when someone suddenly charged at us, shouting something about giving us a good beating!
:Paimon: We might have gotten hurt if hadn't reacted as fast as did. Actually, no, we did get hurt! We suffered emotional trauma!
: Our emotional trauma must be compensated.
: Look, my hand got scraped!
:Paimon: This is serious, y'know? We're well-known adventurers registered with the Adventurers' Guild, and we're under its protection. We demand an explanation!
: (Would the Guild actually protect us?)
:Paimon: (Paimon's not sure about that either... But based on our past experience, she doubts it.)
:Young Man Called Acomitl: But... I neither meant for that to happen, nor is it my fault that it did... And besides, you can't even get in here anyway.
:Paimon: Darn it, he's hiding in the cellar! C'mon , let's find a way in!
:Young Man Called Acomitl: Don't waste your energy. Even if I told you that there were two paths from the camp to the cellar, , so it wouldn't do you any good. You might as well just leave now.
;(Interact with the cellar again, optional)
:Cellar: Don't waste your energy. Even if I told you that there were two paths from the camp to the cellar, , so it wouldn't do you any good. You might as well just leave now.
:Cellar: (The rustling stops, and it goes quiet.)
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;(Talk to the Sleepy Qucusaurus while indwelling)
:Sleepy Qucusaurus: Need something? If not, please don't disturb me, I'm trying to get some sleep.
: Fancy some Grainfruit?
::Sleepy Qucusaurus: Eh!? C'mon, gimme gimme!
::Sleepy Qucusaurus: Now that's the taste I'm talking about! Thanks, !
:: Do you know the path to the cellar?
::Sleepy Qucusaurus: Well, why didn't you ask before? Come this way, I'll just get rid of this haystack for you.
: No worries, sleep tight.
::Sleepy Qucusaurus: Sleepy time... If you need something, go ask another Saurian.
;(Talk to the Sleepy Qucusaurus again while indwelling, optional)
:Sleepy Qucusaurus: *cough* *cough* There's a Grainfruit stuck in my... *cough* throat...
;(Knock on the wall while indwelling before talking to th Melancholic Qucusaurus, optional)
:???: You're not my Saurian... Stop messing around. I've nothing on me worth remembering.
;(Talk to the Melancholic Qucusaurus while indwelling)
:Melancholic Qucusaurus: How can Acomitl get enough to eat when he's hiding in the cellar? His jaw looks so gaunt right now...
: Do you know the path to the cellar?
:Melancholic Qucusaurus: Acomitl's resting in the cellar. He's not accepting guests right now.
: We brought food for Acomitl.
: We brought drinks for Acomitl.
:Melancholic Qucusaurus: Oh, you're so thoughtful. Why didn't I think of that? Even if I had to force it down his throat...
:Melancholic Qucusaurus: *sigh* I haven't done a good job of taking care of him after Xueyoni left him with me! Such a bad Saurian!
:Melancholic Qucusaurus: I'll leave it to you then. Remember, from the spot where hot steam is rising from the cliff's edge, fly down and you'll see a small slope. Then, strike the cliff wall three times, in this order: "Booong... Booong, booong, booong... Booong, booong..."
:Melancholic Qucusaurus: Don't get it wrong, or you won't be let in.
;(Near the cliff wall)
: Booong, booong!
: Booong, booong, booong!
: Booong!
;(If the wrong knock is used)
:Acomitl: You've got it wrong. This isn't the rhythm we agreed on.
;(If the right knock is used)
:;(The wall slides open)
:Acomitl: Huh? ... That's... not my Saurian. Are you... the two people who were fighting up top earlier?
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;(Approach Acomitl)
:Paimon: Acomitl, we found you!
:Acomitl: You actually found the cellar! And there was me thinking it was so well-hidden that you'd have given up trying to find it...
:Paimon: C'mon, tell us what's going on! Those Saurian traffickers popping out of nowhere like that almost scared the life out of us.
:Acomitl: You just have to get to the bottom of things, huh? The whole reason I holed up here in the first place was so I didn't have to dump all my trivial problems on someone else.
:Acomitl: But it's true that you've been affected by this whole thing too... And seeing as you found your way here, I guess you deserve an explanation.
:Acomitl: I'm Acomitl, from the Flower-Feather Clan. I just passed my Saurian riding exam, so that makes me a fully-fledged member of the flying squad.
:Acomitl: Oh no, I guess now... I'd be considered a Wingless dropout. I wonder how the captain will deal with my case, though it's none of my concern anymore.
:Acomitl: I'm sure you've heard that I didn't break any rules, nor did I try to profit from stealing Qucusaurus hatchlings.
:Acomitl: As for the Saurian traffickers, don't worry about them. They won't be coming after you again.
:Acomitl: No one in their right mind from the Flower-Feather Clan would just pick a fight with someone from the flying squad. Those guys who were trying to steal Saurians earlier were just thugs.
:Acomitl: They were so on edge that they only dared corner me when I was alone. And now that you've given them a beating, I'm sure they won't tell a soul.
: How did you end up clashing?
::Paimon: Yeah, what were they even thinking? Why would they go after someone from the flying squad?
: Why would you agree to steal a Saurian?
::Paimon: Yeah... Paimon would have thought that Saurian riders from the flying squad would cherish their Qucusaurs...
:Acomitl: No, it's got nothing to do with being a Saurian rider. The problem is me. Maybe I'm just... not meant to be a member of the flying squad.
:Acomitl: Back when I was a reserve, I wanted to make it as an official member, so I trained relentlessly to be as fast as they were.
:Acomitl: Days and nights of endless training, obsessing over the slightest mistakes and constantly doubting whether I was good enough.
:Acomitl: I couldn't even speak to my parents and sister... I became irritable, lost my appetite, and stopped sleeping.
:Acomitl: But after I finally passed the exam and became an official member, once again, I found myself constantly having to catch up with the captain.
:Acomitl: I was never good enough! There was always someone more gifted, more hardworking than I was.
:Acomitl: It's like a firefly, rising up into the sky for the very first time, being told that it had to catch up with a sparrow, and then once it did, that its next target was a shooting star.
:Acomitl: It's exhausting. To tell you the truth, I've been regularly heading over to the Masters of the Night-Wind for paid therapy sessions, but even after spending all that money, I haven't seen any improvement.
:Acomitl: I was just venting when I told those traffickers to take all the Saurians away, "the sooner the better." I didn't expect them to actually go ahead and do it.
:Acomitl: Even hiding here didn't help, and I just ended up getting myself trapped in this cellar. I'm so sick of it all.
:Paimon: Well... Everyone has their own problems. Even being an adventurer's a tough life, y'know.
:Acomitl: Speaking of which, adventurers can take commissions, right? I need you to help me come up with a good reason for leaving the squad.
: You really want to be a Wingless?
::Acomitl: Let me put it like this... When processing raw ores, people cut off the outer layer, don't they? Well, just think of me as the scrap material that gets left over.
:: Is there really no other way?
::Acomitl: If everyone's a gem, then no one is. Just let me be the waste product so the others can stand out.
::Acomitl: Chasing a shooting star that you know you'll never catch is absolute torture... So please, just let me rest.
: Can't you just leave?
::Acomitl: Even though I want to give up, I'm not brave enough to let them down in person. Please, forgive my lack of courage.
::Acomitl: My captain will most likely consider my absence as no more than a punishable mistake, and the others won't let me leave that easily.
::Acomitl: "It's okay! Just try a little harder! It'll all be fine!" Seriously, reassurances like these drive me crazy! I'd rather they just ignored me.
::Acomitl: When everyone acts like that, how can I come to terms with being a good-for-nothing loser?
:Acomitl: How about you fly with me, just once?
:Acomitl: I need you to beat my record. Just think about it — if the first adventurer that happens to pass by can surpass me with such ease...
:Acomitl: ...Then the instructors won't be able to say a thing! All that stuff about being a rare prodigy, about slacking off being a waste of not only my talent, but of life itself... It would all be nonsense!
:Paimon: Uh oh, Paimon regrets getting him all worked up just now. In fact, she's starting to feel all guilty inside...
:Paimon: What do we even say? Maybe we should just do what he wants and give it a shot...?
: Will that really work?
: If that makes you feel better...
:Acomitl: I think it will.
: Alright, I'll lend a hand.
:Acomitl: Excellent! Let's continue this discussion somewhere a bit more... open.
:;(They ride the hot air balloon)
:Acomitl: Great! The usual goal of a flying exam is to ride your Saurian along the course and to score as highly as you can within a given time limit.
:Acomitl: The flying squad's exams are extremely strict. During training, our instructor evaluates us and scores our performance at every checkpoint.
:Acomitl: The final results are divided into four tiers based on your scores. Please, you must at least reach the second-highest tier! You're my only hope for an excuse to leave the squad!
:Acomitl: Beat the record that I set back in the days when I used to grit my teeth and put my all into it! I don't have the strength to do it myself now, so all I can do is ask for help.
;(Talk to Acomitl again before starting the challenge, optional)
:Acomitl: The final results are divided into four tiers based on your scores. Please, you must at least reach the second-highest tier! You're my only hope for an excuse to leave the squad!
:Acomitl: Beat the record that I set back in the days when I used to grit my teeth and put my all into it! I don't have the strength to do it myself now, so all I can do is ask for help.
;(During the challenge, near "Flower-Feather Clan")
:Acomitl: Steady on as you fly, and try not to stray from the track!
:Acomitl: My freedom rests upon your shoulders!
;(During the challenge, near the end)
:Acomitl: One final stretch, you're doing great! There's hope yet!
;(Talk to Acomitl again if the challenge was failed, exited, or scored below an S, optional)
:Acomitl: What a pity, you almost had it.
:Acomitl: You can do it! Don't give up!
: How come you're so enthusiastic all of a sudden?
::Acomitl: Well, my freedom depends on you, after all!
::Acomitl: Alright, let's take a short break, then we'll try again. I know you can do it this time.
: I need a break.
::Acomitl: Of course, get some rest. We'll continue later!
:Acomitl: Don't worry, I won't give up on you. No matter how many tries it takes, don't lose heart. I know you can do it!
: Please, just give up on me already!
:Acomitl: No, that's something I'll never, ever do. There's no hope for me, but there is for you.
:Acomitl: If even you can't help me, then I'll really be at a dead end.
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;(After scoring an S or higher on the challenge)
:Acomitl: Amazing! *sobs* You did it, you beat my record!
:Acomitl: Now I can rest easy, knowing that once I've shown them this, they'll surely give up on me once and for all!
:Acomitl: I couldn't have done it without you. Thank you so much!
: D—Don't mention it?
: As long as it helps you out.
:Acomitl: I'll never forget what you've done for me. Let me rest up for a moment, then I'll go see my captain right away.
:Acomitl: Finally! I'm finally going to be free!
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