"Yes indeed. I am good friends with many of them, although the moogles of the Moghome are very much eager to push their chores onto us." He laughed at that. "There are two distinct tribes, each with a chieftain. One, high above the clouds in Moghome, and another, who live in the Twelveswood. The Twelveswood moogles are my strongest friends, having the courage to fight and to protect."

He smiled in reflection as he sighed. "They have much to live up to, but 5 years later, when I had returned, I went to the Twelveswood. Kuplo Kopp could not remember my name or face however, it was rather sad."