The path through the town was only a dirt one, but the warm, damp climate that persevered for most of the year kept it from becoming dusty, though a good storm could turn it to mud quickly enough. Arela made her way down it swiftly, greeting children with smiles and her fellow villagers with simple, warm salutations. Several wished her well on her trial, expressing confidence in her abilities. She took heart at their words, reinforcing her resolve.

‘Not that it’ll be aught but boredom and hunger…’ she thought to herself with a wry smirk. She spotted her uncle, the village carpenter, standing outside his shop in conversation with the village’s mayor, and strode over to greet him.

“Good morning, uncle Dermit!â€? She chirped.

“Good day, dear niece!â€? Dermit replied, “You’re in a fine mood today. An excellent way to start the first day of your final trial!â€? he nodded approvingly.

“Indeed, I’m pleased to see you in such good humor.â€? The mayor added.