With Al Zhabi saved, our heroes have earned a brief reverie. While some go to the company of friends and loved ones, others face the consequences of their actions, or the ghosts of their past. Only time will tell how long this peace will last before Joseph shatters it once again.
The moogle magistrate tapped his pen along the side of his nose in thought "We've been looking for you for a while, Mogwai. When you weren't there to receive the mail at Urthdigger's residence, we of course checked your rent rooms... and when you weren't there, we grew worried. Even worse, we heard you two had been staying in San d'Oria when it was attacked, kupo." he said, reading over the notes he had prepared for the case.
It had indeed been a while since a moogle had just gone missing... and the idea of an army entering mog houses and killing moogles was of course very upsetting to the MHMU, especially considering it wasn't long ago that they relaxed the conditions for outsiders entering a room. "We're relieved to find that you're ok, and that mog houses everywhere are still safe havens, kupo, though we're sorry to hear you had been held captive and tortured along the way. You'll be glad to hear that we've already received word from the republic of Bastok concerning your master's status. Though he is indeed in a jail, he is not being considered a criminal, and is merely being detained to keep him from making rash decisions concerning his army subordinates." he thumbed through the notes the scribe was taking until he reached the tail end of the battle at Al Zhabi "Now, as for your actions in Al Zhabi..."
Mogwai buried her muzzle in her paws and groaned to herself. In hindsight, she shouldn't have brought it up, but it was part of her tale. Moogles were not only good liars, but also good at detecting them... so most learned early on not to even bother lying to another moogle. And when asked for a FULL account of where she was since she last left her mog house...
"I wish this was an easy decision to make. It sounds like you had the best of intentions... but are you aware of what you did? The trust the adventurers confide in us is the source of our power. If they can't trust us, we can't use them, everyone in the MHMU knows that, kupo."
"Aeric is fine... anyone who was there could see that even before the fight was over. Besides... I don't know even know why that's forbidden in the first place. Being out there, helping the other adventurers, making use of the aspects they're not using to make better use of an adventurer's talents... sure, I went a little overboard and took all of his abilities, but with control..."
"Our concern isn't over the witnesses who saw you, kupo. If that ritual wasn't banned, nobody would be surprised to see you drinking his blood. In fact, it used to be allowed, very early on during the war. If you'd approach the stand please."
Mogwai got up and flew over to the magister's table as he pulled a file out of the bottom drawer and opened it up for her to see. "This happened before you joined the MHMU. We've covered it all up and kept it a secret from the allied races, and while it's no secret amongst us, there's not many who like to talk about it."
Mogwai picked up a photo. It was of a young hume, standing outside a mog house, with a male moogle standing next to him. The moogle was wearing a pair of swords at his side, and was clad in studded leather armor, while the hume was wearing typical warrior's attire.
"That's Mogriffon. A nice fellow, very cheerful, very eager to do his part to end the war. He and Toma, the hume in that picture, got along very well. Best friends of a sort you could say. At the time anyway." he pulled out a few more papers and pictures "However, over time we noticed that while Mogriffon had started out as support, more and more often he was taking point, and observers noticed that Toma was almost a sidekick. On top of that, Toma started to look a little sickly... weak... pale. At the time, we thought he had just come down with something."
Mogwai looked at the next picture. The hume in the picture was obviously dead, with a fatter moogle standing over him, glaring at the viewer.
"We later found out that he was keeping his adventurer almost perpetually drained. His confession later mentioned a sort of "high" he got from doing it. Something we confirmed when talking to other moogles when we banned it. Unfortunately, we only found out AFTER he exsanguinated poor Toma, kupo. We quieted Toma's friends and family, covered it up, and did what we could to prevent another case from happening." he shook his head "The most chilling part was what Mogriffon had to say about the hume he used to be friends with. 'Bring me another one'"
Mogwai handed the pictures back, and the magister put the folder back in the desk "I'm not going to kill my master..." she muttered
"That's what they all said. However, every moogle dispatched during that time is now confined in detention, where they can't harm anyone. They were all watched to see if they could abide by the new rules. None of them lasted more than a month. It's a drug, Mogwai, and it's addictive qualities cannot be denied."
She looked back at him in silence, glad he didn't bring up the nip incident that had brought her here last time.
"Besides, didn't we have you here a while back for selling your master's possession to buy mognip?"
"Damnit" she thought. "Yes" she admitted shyly.
"Let's take a walk. Maybe seeing what awaits you might help you shake your addiction. Or it might not. You'll be pleased to know we take good care of all our inmates here."
"I'm not going to kill Urth!"
"If you say so" said the magister, stepping up from his desk and leading Mogwai out into the cold snow.