[Tifa holds up her lantern with a less than satisfied look, and tries to count the fireflies that flit around, already knowing before she starts that she has about half of what he has.]
... Six, looks like.
[Really? That's all she managed? when will my high rolls come back from the war]
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... Six, looks like.
[Really? That's all she managed?
when will my high rolls come back from the war]But you got a head start.