The moment they were found the group was escorted to separate rooms where they were fitted and pampered for clothes discarding the old robes they awake in. The only time they were even looked at in the face was when someone had cut their hair. John had attempted to say something but never received a reply. It was dead quiet within the room as they opened a bath in the adjacent rooms and only motioned their arms ushering the group inside. The bath was gender-separate and as soon as they entered the servants left. "John turned to Cullen, "The hell is all this about?" Cullen immediately asked just as dumbfounded as John. A tall slender gentleman looking character steps beside them, "The way they treat is almost as royalty. We may as well enjoy it who knows what they'll have us do in return. Timothy Chandler a pleasure." He extended his hand to John. John shook it and exchanged pleasantries. "You think the will ask something of us in exchange for this treatment Timothy, " John settled in the bath and questioned the man of his expectations of future events. "Please call me Tim, and for the continuation of this treatment might require something of us." "I see, " is all John replies scanning the bath, seeing that everyone was mead the same age, all in the good physical condition. They finished their bath and came out to the room they were fitted in with servants standing by. This being only the second time they looked at men's face they hurriedly looked back down and ushered them to their clothes as the came in. John was dressed in a more practical set of robes. Cullen was given a tunic and slacks, Tim received a fancier set of clothes that was hidden under a sleeveless long coat. "It's like they knew what liked without inquiring of our taste. Fascinating." Cullen was definitely a suave talker but Tim, Tim had a fancy way of speaking. As everyone was dressed a servant rang a bell that got everyone's attention. they were escorted out to a large room with a long table that had been prepared for a large feast. John room a seat and a servant came to his side. "A-ale sir?" This being the first time anyone spoke to him directly John took the opportunity. "What's going on here?" He asked in a low whisper. The boy looked away, "A feast fit for the champions sir if it's not to your liking we could have other acc-accommodations," the boy's eyes meet Johns and a chill shout through his whole body. "I-I m-m-meant no disrespect Champion..." Seeing the boy was terrified John held up his hand stopping him, "I do not feel disrespected, if I can I'll have water." The boy let out a nervous sigh and bowed. "Champions he said, " Tim and Cullen had both eavesdropped noticing the servant boy talking to John. "Yes, but Champions of what?" "Maybe we'll find out here?" Sandra said taking a seat across from the three with another beside her. Sandra has dressed in a pair of shorts and a long sleeve tunic and a leather corset, the other female in a robe that looked different from Johns. "This is Carla Sierent." "Pleasure," Carla said softly attempting to make eye contact but failed. " John you know this lovely lady." "Sandra Audmont meet Timothy Chandler." " Call me Tim my lady." A short time goes by and food is brought to them. The room fills like all of the awakened enter and took a seat. The room fills with chatter for a while as everyone has worries and guesses about what will transpire. A bell again rings silencing everyone. A man in a grand robe similar to Carla's stand on a balcony overseeing the feast. "Lords and Ladies, " his voice boons with intensity, "Champions of our world, I am Headmaster Morin I oversee this tower and it's sleeping occupants that rest inside it. I know you all have questions but for now, enjoy yourselves in each other's company for it will be sometime before we will be able to do so again. When you are done a servant shall escort you to the chambers that have been prepared for you. Tonight you feast but in the morning you shall find your reasons for being here." "So much for that, " Sandra sighs, "and here comes trouble." John had already observed the man dressed in all fur clothing approach their table. John sighs as he stops beside him, "Samuel Elliot of what do I owe the pleasure."