Dahlia stared at Rovak for a moment before suddenly thinking of something. "Hey."
Rovak raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"
Dahlia crossed her arms and leaned against the wall of the waiting hall. "You seem to know this tournament better than me."
Rovak grinned. "Of course. I've been in this territory longer than you."
"Good." Dahlia pointed toward the tournament bracket displayed nearby. "Then explain some of the fighters I need to watch out for."
Rovak blinked, then laughed loudly. "Hahaha! Asking your future opponent for advice? You're pretty shameless."
Dahlia grinned back. "I'm Master's disciple. Of course I'm shameless."
Rovak froze for a second.
Then he burst into even louder laughter. "Hahaha! Damn, you really are Garion's disciple!"
He walked beside her and looked at the bracket. "Fine. Since you're Garion's disciple, I'll explain a few dangerous ones."
Dahlia's eyes sharpened slightly. "Good."
