Clueless Delver

And it was precisely this unexpected simplicity of the trial's request that troubled her. Surely a trial to determine one's aptitude to become essentially the leader of a region of the great Lal-Mit ought to be considerably more difficult - at least that was what she had expected despite this trial being the first of likely many other trials.

She could not help but feel something amiss when she had then heard the concoction that she had to prepare to pass the trial. Though the Farsight concoction considered advanced and could likely disqualify half of the participants considering their age and lack of experience, to the precocious or the extremely diligent, it could be said to be the easiest of all other concoctions considered in the advanced category.

In her mind's eye, she had conjured the exact scene of the trial yesterday - the components of the Farsight concoction, the equipment she had brought to the tincturing hall that day, and even those that were stationed adjacent to herself at the venue.

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"