Sparks frowned in confusion. "I thought the jobs had to do with the crystals. Geez, now what's goin' on." The story here changed every day. No answers, only more questions.

"Everyone here gets what they call a job. Or two. They're, uh. Well, look." Sparks waved over his own moogle, who was off chatting with some others. With her help, in a flash Sparks was wearing his plate and scale armor, the gleaming white and gold of a Paladin.

"Like this. I'm somethin' called a Paladin. It gives you, uh, magic... stuff. And skills. I dunno how to explain it."