NPF Avatars 6 Ch. 4: The trouble with Moogles.

[The Artist Formerly Known as Hawk]

"Damnit, bloody assassins be stealing all the goods!" Hawk was enraged, he hadn't even had a chance to search for any loot yet, and now a small army had arrived from nowhere and beat him to it. He wasn't going to let them get away with this.

He readied his sword, and with a great rage, began to chase down and attack as many of the assassins as he could before they got away with too much stuff.

[Steel Shadow]

Leaving the frustrating "kupo!" laiden conversation behind, Lobsang headed into the town proper. It was a nice place. All peaceful and relaxing like. What a charming place.

"So why can't I shake the feeling that it's going to be a smoking pile of rubble by tomorow?" he wondered aloud, folding his arms behind his head as he took a bridge over a canal. "How very mysterious. Oh well. They're Moogles. Or close enough. Doesn't matter. Now where was that Inn..."

Lobsang had had a long day, so he ignored the mysterious black wearing men as they ran around mysteriously. They were someone else's problem for now. Finaly managing to find the Inn he was just in time to see a drunken IC kick the door open and enter. He paused. 'Maybe following a drunk ninja-chocobo thing isn't such a great idea. On the other hand, I need rest, so screw it.'

And so into the Inn he went.