Well...my fighting skills, actually. [He demonstrates by falling into a martial arts stance.] If I'm going to fight, I want to do it in a way I already know. And if I can't do that, I'll support everyone with music magic. I don't know how it works. [He never used magic in his homeworld, so all this "spells" deal is weird and needs getting used to.

The Moogle tugs on his vest towards a nearby aisle and Duster follows. Panpipes of all sizes hang on the display board with single pipe wind instruments lining the shelves further away. He passes by the panpipes without a second glance.]

I'm Duster.