An exhausted Jarkar breaths heavily next to me.
We are sitting in the dining hall in relative silence.
After 'hanging around' until the sun was in the middle of the sky, we ran back to camp.
Everyone was glad to be gone, the sun illuminated the cliff and exposed its depth.
I believe it is a half-mile fall.
Only those who answer correctly can eat, otherwise they are dragged to the back of the line by the others.
Slowly those who slept through the lecture are removed.
Those who didn't wake up are gone when we come back.
"This group is different, they don't tell you to leave outright, but I am sure they will fail almost everyone," Nolkan thinks out loud.
"You mean we can go through all the training and still be failed"? Jarkar asks with a wide open mouth, receiving a slow nod from Nolkan.
"That's what happened to my dad on his first try" Jana whispers.
