The Ninth Trial

[advisories]

Who: everyone
When: Day 18, starting just after dawn
Where: The Hermit's Tent, and all around

[This morning as the sun begins to pour through the train's windows, there's the tremor that signals a Trial.]

Come hither, Heroes. Prove thy worth. Or something like that!

[It's the same older man's voice from the sixth trial, and outside is the same fortune teller's stall. Today the front flap is lifted to show a normal interior -- there's a wooden table, carved with geometric patterns and painted in bright colours, lit by teal-coloured carved candles.

At the table sits a man of indeterminate age, somewhere between 30 and 60. He's wearing what appear to be monk's robes, teal with patterned trimming. In front of him is a crystal ball and a stack of bingo cards, along with a stand-up sign bearing the rules of this Trial.

Across the top in large font, it says:

Icebreaker Bingo

Good luck and have fun!]

Comments

[bad_crowmance]

[ He considers her for a moment. Does he trust her? Hell no. For one thing, he trusts no one. For another, he's pretty sure one of her two remaining squares is the prank one. But what the hell, he's already said he can take whatever she dishes out. So he leans in slightly. ]

Oh yeah~?

[desirestruth]

[He's right to be wary, on some level. But on another level...

She just reaches up when he leans down and. Gently honks his nose. She wasn't kidding about being bad at pranks...]

Gotcha.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He blinks at her for a moment and then laughs. ]

That's your prank, huh?

[desirestruth]

Best I could think of.

[She chuckles a bit herself. Hey, whatever works.]

[bad_crowmance]

Whatever works, I guess. It's easier to pull off than anything I keep coming up with.