"Me?" Mogsy pointed a tiny paw to himself, before shaking his head rapidly. "I haven't been following you at all, kupo!"

"Mogsy!"

At the sound of Charlotte's voice, the moogle flapped over to hide behind the stranger. "Help!" he squeaked, as a girl dressed as a red mage came striding over, a heavy tome tucked under one arm and a few musty scrolls tucked under the other.