My Master, as you may have guessed, is slightly insane. He is obsessive-compulsive about collecting things for crafting, and this leads directly into how many slaves he has to keep. Also, it means that he provides the Goblin Bluffnix with quite a few unnecessarily expensive items in order to get as large a backpack as he can. While this is in itself, a noble endeavor because it keeps him out of my hair and away from my gil, it does sometimes have certain side effects.
Master, when the Gigas in Qufim Island sing songs about your Fomor-slaying, it's time to cut down. You see, Master has discovered that the Fomor MIGHT be holding some subligar or something that he needs for some quest or something to get some other item. So he's taken to killing them. What the Fomor DO drop for sure, is an ingot that Bluffnix wants for making larger, stronger Gobbiebag frames. So, Master, when all your friends and some complete strangers have shakudo ingots because of you, it's time to cut down on the Fomor killing.
When Bluffnix brings back a Wanted poster with your face on it from the Phomiuna Aqueducts labeled "Kill or Die Trying," it's time to cut down on the Fomor killing. Master, Brygid lied. The subligar she speaks of is a myth. It doesn't exist. What does exist is a sad, scared old man in Tavnazia who told me that your soul is surrounded by the angry darkness of the lost ones that you have slain and damned to an unending existence of misery and torment.
He probably shouldn't have added that the price of shakudo ingots is holding steady at the auction house, and that the Codex is worth a million in barter.
Master, try to take care of your soul, but remember your mules need gil too!