Clueless Delver

In the greeting hall of the Imiti Residence. Tul-Mitush gazed moodily at the sky as she reflected on the trial which she had previously participated.

The tense silence prevailed, and all those who were in the hall continued studying the bronze face of the pillar.

A several moments of silence passed after the Narim-Imdar's reply. There was no retort, but anyone there could feel the air grow tense. Should one have had the courage to look one would have seen the blonde youth with slightly widened eyes and a tightened grip om his own folded arms.

"I wonder, headmaster, you are attempting to glean the secrets of this pillar intended for us juniors?" the blonde haired youth spoke in a relaxed tone. "Of course I am," the elderly Niram-Imdar replied with a bitter smile. "Shameful as it may be, looking at the state of the sprouts of our City of Gravel - I am sure your masters have done the same for generations"

The next was a young man of average build with a tan, chiseled countenance, blonde of hair worn in a bushy ponytail, dressed in an open breasted robe. And the last was the scrappy girl who had made her declaration. Unlike her gloating expression from before, hers was now somewhat serious. All four gazed upon the middle of the bronze faced pillar, which appeared to be completely smooth.

Soon, all that remained in the hall were four individuals. One was the old Narim-Imdar who stood where he stood moments ago, still gazing upon the hexagonal pillar. The other was a girl in a clean white robe - of a tall, straight and sharp eyes but relaxed posture who gazed upon the bronze face of the pillar.

Some exclaimed after identifying their own names, wading out of the crowd to look for the location of their next trial, which would likely happen the next week. And gradually the crowd began to disperse, no doubt to prepare for their next ordeal.