Rover detect the ringing sound and use the Copper Mirror of Truth to watch what it reveals.

Unsatisfied Instructor: “John, how many more times must we go through this? I know you can't bear to lose your golden goose, but Mya's completely lost it! That woman's crossed the line!”

Manipulative Manager: “Easy, easy. Haven't I already compensated you? Just bear with her a little longer. She's not losing it every time she steps into the arena, is she? She's just been under a lot of pressure.”

Unsatisfied Instructor: “Ha, she's not the only one under pressure! They're planning to bring Kerasaurs into the final! Do you realize how much money is at stake? Tell me, how can I trust a fighter like her to win the final?”

Manipulative Manager: “I know Mya's... unraveling. The hallucinations, the hysteria... It's been a lot.”

Unsatisfied Instructor: “Did you know she cries in the lounge? Can you believe it, a Gladiator in the lounge, crying! She can't even connect with the audience, including her fans. What use is being a great fighter if you can't hold the crowd?!”

Manipulative Manager: “We have no choice. The people of Septimont want to see her fight! If we take her out, the complaints will bury us. ‘The Star from Ragunna, the Champion of Septimont!’ That headline alone prints money.”

Rover detect the next ringing sound.

Scornful Nobleman: “That Gladiator girl, Mya, was it? I hear she's got quite the following.”

Astute Noblewoman: “Oh, absolutely. Everyone loves her... as long as she's winning.”

Scornful Nobleman: “Heh. Before the Great Agon, I remember her performance was abysmal. Hysteria, they said. Utterly unhinged. For someone with her fighting skills, it's shocking how far she fell. Her ‘value’ plummeted to rock bottom. I thought she'd be done after that, but then that John dragged her out of the mud.”

Astute Noblewoman: “Oh yes, it's tragic, really. Poor Mya. John will wring every last Credit out of her. How pitiful. My dear Lucius, you've surely heard about the underground pits by now, yes?”

Scornful Nobleman: “Oh? What are you thinking?”

Astute Noblewoman: “The commoners who bear grudges against the Senate, the vultures circling for profit... Rage simmers within them, a keg waiting to ignite. They're eager for chaos, bloodshed, and sacrifice. If we simply provide the spark, we'll make a fortune while eliminating untoward risks.”

Senate: The governing body of Septimont, tasked with advising the Ephor and wielding authority in key administrative matters. It also exercises power over the appointment and dismissal of public officials.

Scornful Nobleman: “Ha! Delightful. Nothing like a bit of spectacle and strife to pass the time is here.”

Rover detect the next ringing sound.

Mya: “Relax, Mya. You can do this... Hold on. It's alright... I'll be fine... It... It hasn't been all bad. I've met people who supported me. They cheered me on since I first stepped into the arena... But... I know my limits. No matter how much I push myself, this is as far as I'll go. I love this. Gladiating. Just stepping into the arena makes me feel... happy. But here... I can't treat it like a hobby. And... I want to be seen! To hear them cheer for me! Their laughter, their cheers... I wanna win! I wanna win so, so bad! ...And I need the money.”