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Zack shrugged when Fezoix said, "I wonder why that would be." The dragoon knew his problems were caused by pettiness and gossip, but he played dumb for now. "Idunknow," he said between sips. "But who cares about that anyway? With you two I'll be fine." Zack looked around the pub, wondering if...

Zack cheered his mug when Fezoix said, "A team, perhaps, would be useful to join." The dragoon was pleasantly surprised; teammates were hard to find these days. He was usually rejected by ones who envied his expert skills, dashing good looks and strategic mind — but not today. Today he had at...

Zack nodded along, pretending he understood what was said. "Ah yes the sultan, I've heard about that before," he drank again, destroying three of his ten brain cells. "My name's Zack Mildenhall of the Mildenhall family, we're big players in the cargo business. That's why I don't care about...

Zack chuckled below his breath, "Can't spell assassin without samurai," he knowingly nodded, as if his words weren't utter nonsense. Then he took another swig and looked down at Lala. Her flustered protests were very cute, but Zack's big brain told him she was wrong about her outfit. "Your...

Zack curiously wondered why Lala was confused, so his amused smirk became a ponderous frown. "No, aren't you um... a street performer or something?" He arched his brow. "See this bar's for scions, we're like... adventurers," Zack tapped the moogle-fork on his back. "Take this guy," he brazenly...

Zack slumped on a barstool and leaned forward, waving down the bartender. "I need a beer!" He tapped the wood with his other hand, but the server was busy speaking to someone across the way. "Hey bartender, over here!" Zack frowned and waved his entire arm, drawing a dozen annoyed stares — but...