There isn't a massive lot known about moogles. It's not due to a lack of them, nor is it due to a mysterious nature; they are just somewhat difficult to fully understand. They obviously have some measure of survival prowess, otherwise evolution would have ruled them out centuries ago. Their intelligence that, compared to other races, might be enough to build major civilizations, points towards such prowess. But very little evidence of such things seem to exist. While the other species may not always admit it out loud, there was a general agreement that moogles were somewhat [i]weird[/i]. Not that they minded, usually.

What was probably abnormal was the fact that there was a moogle walking around who [i]didn't[/i] look like he was offering any sort of service. As far as merchandise, journalism, or plain workforce was concerned, moogles could pretty much cover the major spectrum of commercial careers. Mogwell wasn't interested in doing any of that; he was an adventurer at heart, and wanted to see the world and all it offered. With his wits, his rucksack and a good stick, this moogle was journey as far as his stubbly limbs could take him, and then some.

To Mogwell right now, though, the only that that was wrong was... something. It was some sort of extra sense moogles claimed to have, something that allowed them to detect when there was a problem at close range. If there was anything that Mogwell was willing to offer to anyone, it was a kindly favor or two. So, naturally, Mogwell started heading towards where he thought the conflict was... and promptly stumbled over some stray object. Picking himself up with his tiny arms, Mogwell shook off the fall and looked at what he tripped over: some bunch of cloth that might have been a sorcerer's hat. "...Kupo?" the confused moogle thought out loud. Someone wouldn't just leave [i]this[/i] thing lying around.

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...And where had her hat gone?!
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Mogwell's problem sense flickered again, and he quickly put together that some fellow had lost this hat on accident. With a hop, skip, and a "Kupo!", the energetic moogle swooped the massive hat over his own head, prancing around the crowd to find whomever might've been missing it. He finally zeroed in on a young lady whose clothing seemed to resemble the scheme of the hat, and who had a very disoriented look on her face. Marching over to the girl's feet, Mogwell looked up from under the wide-brimmed mage hat as best as he could and asked "Ku Ku-po?"