The Elders, once again, glanced at one another, their faces not betraying what they were thinking or conversing about. I knew there was a sense of magic, but it was always hard to tell in the Feywilds. There was just too much ambient magic here. Cerothun nodded slowly, "to a degree, yes. But before we speak about your trial.." the way he trailed off on the word, it left goosebumps on my arms. My fear spiked at the prospects of my trial and what it pertains to. They haven’t mentioned my failure. The fact that they were perplexed about my Awakening was a slight relief; I doubt they would.. remove my standing, thus killing me, after finding out about that. Cerothun looked to Nentia, Oona, Valnas, and Refeteth. "Look into the mentor’s passing. We cannot allow this young one to be without home, food, or a mentor. The fact that we have no knowledge of this is concerning."