Kuralov looked around himself, at the room he was in. It was the first 
time he had slept indoors in who knows how many years, and he should have been 
happy. But he just wasn't. For some reason he couldn't get to sleep. Was it 
the fact that he had met new friends? No, not that. The snow storm raging 
outside? No, that always happened around here. His thoughts turned back to his 
brother. <That's it.>

       <I really wish I knew what I had done.> Kuralov thought to himself. 
<This isn't the first time I remember that there was a hunt for a moogle. So 
why does it have to be me?>        

        Suddenly, a sound pulled him from his thoughts. Peering out the 
window, he saw his brother and his companions walking through Narshe, looking 
for him. <This isn't good.> Oh, Kuralov had slipped the owner of the tavern a 
few GPs, and asked him to keep a look out foor these guys, but Kuralov wasn't 
the only moogle around these parts with a purse large enough to bribe a 
tavren-keeper. No matter how honest someone was, it always seemed that they 
could be bribed by a moogle. <Should I wake the others? No, I think I'll
check it out myself...> Kuralov grabbed his fire shield, and  slipped out the
window.

        Kuralov did his best to slip around silently, trying to find a place 
to hide. He saw the group of five moogles who were searching for him split up, 
two going one way, three another. He jumped behind a hunk of the machinery 
that kept Narshe as warm as it was, and tried to make himself as small as he 
could.

        Kuralov felt it then. Magic of some sort coming from the machine. 
<What...?> Kuralov used his fire shield to break a plate off, and the noise it 
made was loud. <Too loud.>

        He looked inside to see a spear. It looked like any other well made 
spear. except for one thing. It was burning.
       
        "There he is!" It was Kulado's voice. Kuralov looked up to see the 
three moogles rushing towards him. He reached down for the spear by instinct, 
but caught himself in time.

        They had Kuralov cornered now, and he knew it. The big one had to be 
Kulado, a sure sign that he wouldn't escape this alive. Seeing no other 
alternative, he picked up the flaming spear, ready for the pain it would cause 
when it burnt his hands.

        Nothing. No pain. <Maybe the fire shield is protecting me?> No time to 
think of that now. The three other moogles were upon him, and the battle 
began.

        Kulado arrived first, and struck out with his sword, which Kuralov 
deflected with his shield, and took a swipe at his legs with the spear. The 
tip missed, but the handle connected, burning Kulado's leg. Kuralov stared in 
astonishment, and just barely turned to avoid being killed by one of the other 
moogles.

        He almost turned too late. The sword breezed by, inches from him, and 
then caught on his shoulder, cutting it deeply. The pain that shot through him 
was incredible. He was overcome with rage, and launched himself at the moogle 
who had almost cut him in half, knocking him down with the spear, his armor 
scorched. He brought his shield up into the face of the third moogle, knocking 
him out.

        Kuralov stopped, to check where his shoulder was wounded. Strangely 
enough, the cut wasn't deep at all. Hardly even noticable, in fact. But it 
still hurt. He quickly began to head back to the tavern. He had to warn his 
friends. The moogles would be out in force tonight, and it just wouldn't be 
safe to stay in Narshe any longer.