A group of nervous youths stood beneath a gate of gold that almost seemed to beam down with its own light. At the highest point of the gate's arch, a stone that looked like the most polished of diamonds stood tall and proud.
But other than it, the room itself was impossibly vast and almost entirely empty of other structures. It felt like if you walked in one direction for too long and lost sight of the arch, you would forever lose your way, never to return.
Familiar faces swam amidst the youth. Blain, Chogh, Skinny, even the squire Grey had lovingly named Forearms of Destruction in his mind. Though, given the fact even his stoic face looked like it had seen better days, he probably hadn't been doing much "destroying" in recent memory.
They weren't supposed to be here, at least not so early.
