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Krailoss was generally satisfied with his performance in the tournament. Usually, he didn't make it past the first round in such competitions, but here he even managed to earn some money, although not as much as he would have liked. Wishing Ri'chard good luck in the final, the mercenary left the arena. "Well, that's life," he mused, turning the rented shield in his hands. "It's like I got lucky, but then again, maybe not. The higher a person climbs in life, the more success their insatiable desire demands!" Surprised by the sudden surge of philosophical inspiration, Krailoss headed to the shop to return the shield.