Rynth is not in a mood for rubbish. She sighs. As if I wasn't busy enough already. She needs to find a way out of this arena. A man suggests starting a rebellion, killing doesn't exactly seem right, but a rebellion somehow sounds...foolish. We are in a goddamn arena. With people watching. Like animals in a circus. Rynth is uncertain for now, so she slowly starts taking steps away from the 'contestants', eyes forward, deep in thought.