Annie sighed and gave Ventus a thankful look. Repeating the same thing over and over again was frustrating her to no end. "He's right. I deliver letters for my regular job."

"Then who am I to ask?" The anger previously in his voice faded away, though he was adamant he wanted answers. "Listen, kid," he spoke in a gentler voice. This boy looked pretty young, and had to be treated less harshly. "I'm no adventurer or hero. There's no reason why they decided I should come here without any of my powers I'm more the type to stay home and look after the saloon while other folks take care of trouble."

The teenager, with his weapon by his side, looked much more capable than he was. "But it looks like they thought someone as young as you would be good for the job. You a fighter much?"