That prompted Ven to make a face -- not a frown, exactly, but puzzled and less than pleased by that strange answer, even if what Robin described sounded vaguely familiar. Like a long-lost memory, or a dream he couldn't quite recall, the details smudged and cloudy and not quite exact, but similar enough to be noticed.

He watched her expression shift, curiosity and concern in his own. "Save us?" That, too, touched a familiar vein -- enough that he was a little more open right then, more than he had been even with Mograe so far. Predictably, his moogle perked up. "That's... possible. I'm pretty sure they helped me out by bringing me here." To put it mildly. "Maybe it's both?" he proposed, looking up at Robin once more. "Maybe they look for Heroes who need help -- and we can return the favor."

Some, or most, might be tempted to call that blackmail, but Ven had an unassuming nature that liked to view things optimistically from the outset. It sounded fair to him, to be helped out and help in return; then again, it was already to his duty to look out for the well-being of other worlds. Not everyone would take to such a proposition so lightly.