You stand before your adversary atop the platform. As the dance of battle begins, the Venerator strikes you like a bolt of lightning, unleashing a flurry of hammering blows. You grunt as you take a blow to your side, forced to give ground as the larger warrior drives you back to the edge. Sparks fly until your swords lock. You attempt to slow his advance, but are unable to overpower the Venerator as he sends you soaring off the platform, crashing onto the cold stone floor some ten feet away.

The custodian leans over your prone form. "The trial is over, Oathsworn. You bore yourself well and that is enough for now," he says matter of factly.