Rover: (This frequency... It’s like the Dark Tide in the Inverted Tower.)
Lupa: “Thanks my fellow warrior.”
Lupa: “Can’t win, so you play dirty in the arena, huh? YOU MAKE ME SICK.”
Lupa: “Esteemed Ephor, I must bring a grave matter to your attention. In this very match, the Silvas stooped to underhanded tactics!”
Augusta: “Speak plainly, Gladiator.”
Lupa: “This spear... it was a gift from Domina Julia, head of House Silva, when I first joined the family. Back then, I trusted the Silvas completely, never once doubting their intentions. That is, until I chose to leave them not long ago. Now in today's arena, this spear spiraled out of control, nearly stabbing my own teammate!”
Julia: “Of course. And your proof? Honorable Ephor, I guarantee this spear will withstand any scrutiny. Lupa, you owe your fame and fortune to our patronage. Yet, you turned your back on us when we needed you the most. Allow me to remind everyone, House Silva does not cower, nor fear defeat. In past Agons, we have constantly led in victories. Even if we lose today, we will not be expelled from Septimont. So, tell me, Lupa, who is truly desperate to destroy whom? A lone Gladiator cut off from her family... or a house as powerful as mine?”
??: “Hmph, enough of this disgrace! Stop your performance, jester!”
Rover: “Who is she? That was quite the entrance.”
Lupa: “That's luno, the Priestess of Septimont. She rarely leaves the Temple and only shows up accompanying Ephor Augusta.”
Priestess: Leaders of Septimont's temple who can foretell fate. They listen to the strings of destiny at a personal cost and offer guidance to those who seek answers.
luno: “The heroic spirits of the moon and stars have long seen through it. These hollow lies taint Septimont's sacred arena.”
luno: “Guilty.”