I must say I never cease to be impressed with how fast moogles can get things done. Why they insist on living a life of servitude I will never understand. I heard a story once about a goblin who invaded an adventure’s mog house with plans to attack whoever entered first. Story goes that when the goblin wouldn’t leave the moogle cast firega five on him. Does such a thing even exist? I’m sure it’s just an urban legend but it still makes a great story. I’m not sure if I should feel safer in my mog house or worried about making him angry.
Moggle buzzed in before my bath water even chilled.
“Just like new Kupo.” He chirped.
Still thinking of the firega five story I thanked him graciously. “Looks even better than new to me. I don’t believe it was oiled so nicely when I bought it. Thank you!”
As reluctant as I always am to leave a still hot bubble bath I got up and ready to go out. I wanted to hit the auction house and get new gear before seeking a party in Qufim Island. I heard all the best of the best was sold here and I was crazy excited to browse it all.
I bounded down the steps to the auction house in Lower Jeuno. It was packed! Everyone was talking and shouting for this party or that item. It was a mad house. I loved it. I pushed my way up the auction house counter. This in itself was no easy task. I’m Elvaan but a bit on the short slender side for my race and there was no shortage of bulky Galka, tall Elvaan, and aggressive Humes to contend with.
My eyes grew wide with excitement as I browsed the selection of armor. It was unbelievable. I only wished I could wear even half of it! I was still level twenty so my selection was rather limited on what I had to choose from but wow did it ever give me something to look forward to.
I bid on the best armor I could afford and handed my old armor to the attendant.
“Excellent condition.” The attendant commented. “We shouldn’t have any trouble finding a buyer for this.”
I grinned as I thought again of my busy moogle friend.
“Thank you. I hope it sells quickly.” I said politely.
I suited up right at the counter. I had a bounce in my step as I headed toward Qufim to seek a party.
“Disgustingly chipper aren’t you.” Someone said.
I looked around and spotted the silver haired Taru sitting near a fountain with his head down.
“Foxx!” I shrieked as I picked him up and hugged him.
“@%*#$!#! PUT ME DOWN BEFORE I KILL YOU!!!” he shouted as he pushed me away. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”
I laughed. “I’m so glad to see you Foxx. What do you think of my new armor?” I said as I turned around for him to see.
“It’s suitable.” he said in a much more subdued tone. “It’s good to see you made it here in one piece. That says a lot. Maybe there is hope for you yet.”
I wasn’t about to tell him how I got to Jeuno.
“Care to come sit with me while I wait for a party?” I offered.
“No. I’d rather die a hindered deaths than sit in that Altana forsaken place with a dirty Elvaan but…” His voice changed to a hushed whisper, “My offer does still stand. If you need help you know how to contact me. I see a lot of good in you. If you tell anyone I said that I’ll stab you when you least expect.”
“Fair enough.” I grinned. “I’ll see you around then.”
He nodded and I skipped off. This really was a good day I thought to myself. I am going to take over this town someday.