Clueless Delver

The owner of the voice bore a small stature, her skin tan, wearing a black headband made of goat's pelt holding up her long brown hair, and a short robe made of the same material. Looking at her scrappy short attire, many judged that she was from the peripheries.  After all, the length and make of one's garb indicated one's status. The looks on majority of the faces in the huddle became gloomy as they did not expect such a character to have passed and to have her rub it in such a manner.

"Yes! Yes! I"ve made it! Oh thank the Clouds!" An jubilant exclamation of a young woman resounded through the halls from behind the huddle of anticipants. Many heads turned toward this woman as her voice echoed.

Only a quarter of the height of the pillar appeared to be inscribed with words, bearing only a total of 17 names. At the top was the name of the prodigious Ids-Ansur the top of all of his peers, that was to be expected given his status as the son of the late Cauldron's Librarian, so the rest expectantly scanned the rest of the list.

The moment the pillar was settled into the ash pit, a crowd of young tincturers formed around it, gazing expectantly upon the inscriptions that were written upon a single face of the hexagonal pillar that faced north-west. Unlike the rest of the faces which were similarly inscribed, the north-western face was finished with a film of bronze that made the words upon them glisten slightly in the rays of sunlight that filtered from crystalline roof above. This face of the hexagon essentially directed toward the Su-Galam, the the Highest City of the Throne of Granite, and indicated the names of those who passed this stage of the tincturing.

Several hours later, before the Font of Ash. A large hexagonal pillar was laid on the floor surrounded by two Echomancers who stood by its side holding palm sized copper bell. As they each held out their bells in the direction of the pillar, each bell began to vibrate rapidly alongside the pillar which rotated on its axis and was finally planted upon a pit of ash.

"As you command Master Gisir," Insu gave a small bow with a sly smile on her expression as she held her palm to her breast, making the gesture of respect and turned to leave the gallery. With another gaze at Inur-Ash, who appeared to have concluded his tincturing, the bitter voiced Gisir furrowed her brows before vanishing into the shadows.

"Be careful of what you say Insu... Though we are long acquainted, you should be aware of your limits..." the bitter voiced woman spoke in a stern tone without moving her gaze from Inur-Ash's desk, to which the gentle voiced woman who was named Insu chuckled.