The women looked at his belongings carefully, folding his clothes neatly and laying them on the floor. He realized drowsily that he was naked, although he hadnt realized this earlier, he found it didn't bother him as it normally would have. He looked around him, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dim lighting, in contrast with the bright women, he could barely make out what looked like walls, or pictures behind them.
"What kind of trials?" he asked softly, not caring if he was answered.
"Many kinds." the woman at his right shoulder answered.
He was going to ask further, but somehow, her short answer made sense. And besides, he was starting to get tired. Soon, he drifted off to a deep sleep. When he woke...