Without a mask and only some cloth to hide his identity, Ales went to the one place where his appearance wouldn't draw as much attention: the hotel and its surrounding attractions. Traveling from booth to booth, he keeps an eye out for small creatures lurking in the alleyways between the rides and game stalls.

"Hey," he whispered to his partner. "Let's try it with this guy." Lifting his hood over the top of his head, covering his eyes, he approached on of the food venders, who was giving out the last of his stock of manticore-shaped chocolates to a Tarutaru child.

"Excuse me, sir!" Ales put on his most cheerful voice. "Have you seen a Moogle about here? Wears glasses, kind of old? We got separated a while ago!"