The simple lad nods his head slowly, giving a scratch to the side of his head as he finally snaps back to his reason for being in the city.

"We'll find him. That crazy moogle, I mean. He's got a lot to answer for. A lot."

He keeps having to re-tie the bandages around his fists, the wrappings coming undone every time he clenches his fists in anger from the temporary death that Zelda had succumbed to.

"Any idea what moogles taste like?"