Golbez was so stunned to see an obvious red mage, that he couldn't think of
anything else.  It suddenly dawned on him that another spell was coming back.
Golbez cast Wall, but the sphere went right through his defences.  He jumped
behind the rock near him to avoid the spell, but somehow it followed him.
'Nowhere to run,' he thought. His next idea was Warp.  Something was wrong.
Warp wouldn't work!  The spell hit, and he was caught inside.  It started to
wrap around him.  'It must be a powerful version of paralyze.' he thought,
for the spell was weighing him down.  Soon, he was on one knee trying to stay
up.  He hadn't even noticed that the red mage was out of sight; he only
concentrated on his last hope.  Golbez allowed himself to fall.  Then the
light of a heal spell encased him and he found himself still unable to move.
There was nothing to do.  He turned his head to find the red mage, but his
helmet fell over his face. Everything was black.  His magic didn't work,
probably because of the spell surrounding him. The fight was over.  Golbez
had lost to the stranger.

"Who are you? Why would a RED mage visit our moon?"  Golbez had trouble
forming the words, for the spell was beginning to get heavier.

"Never mind that," came a voice, almost calm.  "Why did you attack me?"

A conversation (made mostly of these phrases repeated over and over) ensued
until Golbez felt the spell around him fizzle.  Still weak, Golbez had
trouble lifting his helmet to see.  Someone else was talking to the stranger
now.  It sounded like FuSoYa.  "...and that is Golbez, our grumpy-yet-trusty
security leader.  He sometimes jumps to conclusions, and is known for
attacking almost anyone he doesn't know.  I remember a nice lad named Cecil.
You wouldn't beleive..."

Golbez had heard enough.  "HEY!  I'M NOT GRUMPY!  And you don't even know
who that is!  How can you be telling him all this?"  Golbez got up and
waited for the answer.

"Now, Golbez, you were asleep for a while . You don't know the conversation
that went on here."

The stranger looked around, dazed, and said, "Frankly I don't think I do
either..."

Golbez hated being left out.