Kefka grinned as he took the cigar, chomping on it as he flopped back against the now dead Behemoth. He waved his hand slightly as he puffed out two perfectly circle smoke rings.

"Please, if I wanted someone without any kind of free will, you'd already be doing my bidding. That 'prophet' of mine and the robed idiots you see along the streets? They're just trash. Hell the prophet thought it would be funny to see how well I juggled beer bottles before I... heh... enlightened him."

He takes another drag off his cigar, puffing a smoke star, perfectly formed in the air. "No, I want someone cunning, crafty, and ruthless. And while my spells can do a great job of making mindless drones, they don't have the good sense to get in out of the rain. That's why I brought you back here. Take the mark, and walk out with your mind still firmly in your grip, and a some extra firepower to boot."