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At Carneol’s headquarters, one could recover after a skirmish in the South, but returning home alone couldn’t completely eliminate the consequences. Something needs to be done about these burns. After rummaging through the closet, Garret pulled out a couple of scarves and wrapped them around his face and head. He assessed his new look. A bandit bandana, a military uniform, and house slippers – a wonderful combination. In this attire, he went down to the reception area, where Beata, Guion, Merel, Raphael, and… an unfamiliar red-haired, green-eyed girl with a huge club on her back were already waiting. Could this be the one who went to Barsin? And now she’s back with a new hair color… No, she doesn’t look like her, and her club is different.
— Oh, do we have a new recruit? — Garret asked, noticing that Raphael was overwhelming the guest with paperwork. — Well, hello.