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the kea asks the crowd, and the crowd erupts into cheers.
We come to a stop, and our line turns to the waiting line of happy-looking champions. None of them have a single mark on them from the brawl. The remaining worry I have for Cull evaporates as I spot him. He is positioned in the line right after the Commanders, just like at dinner, so we aren't close.
"Commander Garlof, do you know who you would like as your mate," the Kea asks, and the large Commander moves forward.
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