"Annie, can you get the door?" The Barkeep yelled without looking up from the brush he was scrubbing the wood floors with. Several sweeps later, he realized what jumped out of his mouth.

There was a series of heavy footsteps, then a click at a door. The Barkeep's hair was in disarray, and the cold wind raised the hairs on his bare arms, as his sleeves were rolled up. He stared in confusion at the air above Ophelia before looking down.

"Ophelia!" He couldn't forget the name of the Moogle that was assigned to one of the more curious Heroes. "Sorry for mess, I'm cleanin', but come in!"