"Gee, I dunno, junior," Jake quipped. "One barbarian, one dog-thing, two kids, and an old bard... we're quite the terrifying bunch.

"Name's Jake," he replied more seriously, lowering his key-axe just a bit. "This isn't a social visit, I gather; meeting two keyblade wielders in a day doesn't just happen.

"Right now, though, we need to get out of here, or we'll be up to our ears in Heartless. Apparently, the landlord subcontracted out his security, and there's another keyblade user further up. You want to help, help me get these civilians out of the castle, then we get right back up and kick Heartless tail. How's that sound?"