"Now listen here," Mordecai cut the Moogle off in the middle of his explanation. "I understand that you're hopin' I stay here and help you all out, but my adventurin' days are looong over." He swiftly cut his hand through the air for emphasis.
"B-b-but sir!" Felton ran up to him and tugged on his Illusionist robes. "You don't have a choice! A lot of other Heroes want to go home too, kupo, but we don't have any method to send you back!"
Mordecai responded with a relaxed laugh. "No need to go worryin' your head off 'bout that. I got my own methods." He pulled the Moogle off and set him aside. "Here we go."
Nothing happened.
"Huh. Always worked this way before. Lemme try that again." He stood with his feet wide apart and arms outstretched, raising his chest towards the sky. "What in the world...? Why isn't this workin'?!"
Felton the Moogle watched in rapt confusion as his Hero continuously made that pose right in the middle of the crowd of new Heroes.
2. A Bar
The former barkeep sat alone on a stool, observing his surroundings with a grimace. This place was filthy. He had planned on sitting at a table, but the countertop looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years. The service was poor, the food was unfamiliar and bland, and there were fights popping up every ten minutes.
"How can you run a place with all this trouble goin' on inside it?" He wondered out loud, though to no one in particular.
Barkeep | Thrilling Adventure Hour
"Now listen here," Mordecai cut the Moogle off in the middle of his explanation. "I understand that you're hopin' I stay here and help you all out, but my adventurin' days are looong over." He swiftly cut his hand through the air for emphasis.
"B-b-but sir!" Felton ran up to him and tugged on his Illusionist robes. "You don't have a choice! A lot of other Heroes want to go home too, kupo, but we don't have any method to send you back!"
Mordecai responded with a relaxed laugh. "No need to go worryin' your head off 'bout that. I got my own methods." He pulled the Moogle off and set him aside. "Here we go."
Nothing happened.
"Huh. Always worked this way before. Lemme try that again." He stood with his feet wide apart and arms outstretched, raising his chest towards the sky. "What in the world...? Why isn't this workin'?!"
Felton the Moogle watched in rapt confusion as his Hero continuously made that pose right in the middle of the crowd of new Heroes.
2. A Bar
The former barkeep sat alone on a stool, observing his surroundings with a grimace. This place was filthy. He had planned on sitting at a table, but the countertop looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years. The service was poor, the food was unfamiliar and bland, and there were fights popping up every ten minutes.
"How can you run a place with all this trouble goin' on inside it?" He wondered out loud, though to no one in particular.