Gukko smiled nervously. The nu mou Sage had led them to the exact type of cave that seemed to have popped right out of a fairytale. It was completely covered in vines and leaves, and the scent of decay hung in the air like an invisible, intangible shroud.
"So..." Raven remarked. "This is where?"
The Sage nodded.
"Okay, so I'm guessing we barge in there, kill the guards, and save the kids?"
"You seem to have gotten my point," the nu mou remarked.
"Okay! CHARGE!" Gukko yelled, drawing his sword and running into the cave.
There was nothing to charge at. "Huh?"
Both lowered their swords warily, waiting for the slightest movement.
There was a huge, pulsating sack at the end of the cave. Gukko crept towards it and before Raven could yell a word of caution, sliced it open.
Children tumbled out, crying aloud. But they weren't normal children. They were a pale, sickly green, the color of vomit. Like the time Hejaat stuffed him full of anti-viral pellets to ward off some sort of diesiese. Of course, it was quite a lot of pellets... Of course he spent the rest of the night vomiting out the window.
"Well, Gukko, you found them. Now, let's just get these kids back..." Raven scrutizinzed the assembled lot. There were small viera toddlers, human children... Moogles children... Even a few near-newborn bangaa. "Well, don't they seem a bit funny to you?"
"Kinda," Gukko admitted. "But probably 'cause the L-thingey. Okay come on, we're taking you home..."
One of the smallest reach up, grabbed his wrist, and twisted.