Well, Foxy found something. Or rather, someone. Just as Sayaka is walking across the training centre to pick up another sword from the rack, she feels something fuzzy brush up against her leg, and instinctively leaps back, her hand landing on her hip where her scabbard ought to be, but isn't.

Then she realises what she's looking at and stands there, a little confused.

"Hello?" She ventures, after a moment. There are some strange things in this city. A talking fox wouldn't be too out of the ordinary.