"And led my son to the challenge that nearly resulted in your death, I hear," Clarus noted. Oh yes, he'd been told about the whole Gilgamesh thing. "But he won." That last bit was said as a bit of a taunt and full of pride that his son had been strong enough to overcome such a trial.

But once that haughty smile faded, the pride was for Cor, and his former commanding officer nodded approvingly.

"As immortal as ever, I see." One of us had to be. He placed a hand on the Marshal's shoulder, giving a firm squeeze.

"Yarrow," the other moogle state shortly, looking the green-furred atrocity over. "What are you supposed to be?"