Moguri thought for a second on what Li had asked him.  Had he known in chocobo rustlers?  He couldn't recall any if he had.  Honestly, Moguri was best suited for thief-combat because of his dexterity and sleight of hand.  He really hadn't established a name for himself as any sort of criminal, and certainly wasn't familiar with any chocobo bandits in Baguba.  However, he was just as unfamiliar with Cyril in general.  The recent startup of clans had drawn back the airship business in that area.  Moguri's first trip had been this one.  [color=fff200]"I hate to be unhelpful but I can't say that I do.  If it was anyone serious though I'm sure we would know who it was, kupo."[/color]  After speaking to Li, the group boarded Mr. Klauser's wagon and began their journey.    


Moguri listened quietly to the others' brief description of their introduction to clan life before beginning his own story.  At first he was unsure how to go about explaining his situation, as he could not recall the majority of it.  He decided to start at the last place he remembered.  [color=fff200]"I used to be an airship mechanic, kupo.  My last flight I was working on becoming full fledged mechanic.  We were flying to Cyril to deliver...something, I don't recall what, but it was important.  Next thing I remember was waking up here, injured and...without a crew.  I decided to try something different.  And here I am, kupo.[/color]  The last 'kupo' sounded more like a sigh than enthusiasm.  As he finished, Moguri placed his head in his hands and let out a quiet [color=fff200]"Kuuuupooooo...."[/color].  His pom pom drooped as he covered his eyes momentarily, partially to wipe away tears, and partially so his fellow adventurers wouldn't see.  Unconsciousness had made it an easy thing to forget.  But it was much harder, more painful, to remember.