After the illusion has ended, Ned was enclosed in a room together with other dozens of candidates. All the while staring at him with eyes Ned wasn't sure how to describe if either they were confused or amazed.
In the room, pillars as thick as twice as regular humans stood to support the ceiling that went darkened the longer one would stare above. The ivory floor was as cold as the glares looking at Ned. Torches were fixed against the wall. But even with the light from the torches, Ned doesn't have a clear vision of the people on the other side of the room.
Around him, people clad in different diversity stood: a blonde guy with a sickle; a tanned lady with a mace; a scrawny kid with a stick; an old man with a hammer as big as his biceps; and a chubby chick with a mace looking like candy.
"Uh," Ned said, trying to brush off the stares away from him. "Howdy?"
Acting cool seemed to not work in his favor with the majority snickered and glared even deeper.
