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The girl didn't understand at first and asked again. Then she slammed her fist on the wall, knocking down some insignificant picture.
-- Damn it. How many crazy people are there in this city?! To die in a tournament is an honor, of course, but not in this one.
She pauses thoughtfully, looking at the floor.
-- I need to tell everyone. Maybe they'll recognize the soulless redhead, who he associates with, and who sent him. As far as I understand, he was caught, and that's good, but who knows, maybe he was a big shot?
She relays the information from Garret to the Carneolians. She speaks well of Sisiandra as a promising fighter and asks if they know who this fighter might be.