Round 730

Varikka grits her teeth against the pain in her ankle, shifting her weight carefully. The chamber feels unstable, the very air vibrating with barely-contained energy. "Speak plainly, hermit," she growls, "What manner of trial do you propose? My people value directness over riddles." She glances at Merrin, seeing the halfing’s eyes narrow as she considers Elric’s words. Together, they make a formidable team - if they can survive whatever this place throws at them next.