It was not long before Kaleeth and Janius found their way to the site of the trial. The healer had cleared Sabine's potions for use by this point, and Thoranthilth had sent Tunxeek with the practice weapons, so all that was left was to wait for the Treeminder himself, and Sabine's opponent. Just as Thorantilth had said, there were a wide variety of practice weapons for Sabine to choose from. The blades and sharpened weapons had been blunted to prevent them from puncturing skin as easily, while the blunt weapons were not as heavy as their "real" counterparts. Overall, they could still be dangerous, but were not nearly as prone to causing severe injury as normal. 

It took longer than expected for Thoranthilth to return, but when he did, it certainly did not deflate tensions. When he came into view, he was walking just behind Zharanthixil and a younger Argonian boy with a distraught and concerned expression on his face. [i]"Zharan, please listen to me. I do not agree with your choice of opponent for this fight. Wutanxeex is too well-trained for this. The trial of body is not like your hunter trials, the participant does not train for years to pass it. It is not meant to be this difficult. Now please, I beg you reconsider. If you could find an opponent more appropriate for-" [/i]

[i]"Enough![/i] Zharanthixil shouted at the Treeminder. [i]"Choosing her opponent is my right, is it not?"[/i]

[i]"Yes it is, but-"[/i]

Zharanthixil quickly interrupted before Thorantilth could continue. [i]"Good, now let's get this over with."[/i] The Master-Hunter turned his head towards Sabine, looking at her with a disdainful expression. "You, Breton. Pick your weapons and ready yourself." He ordered as the opponent he selected took his place in the clearing. The boy looked to be a year or two older than Sabine. As he only wore a simple loincloth and had no tattoos, there was nothing to indicate his status in the village, but he was an initiate hunter. He had a blunted bone dagger on the leather strap that acted as his belt, and a practice club in his hand. He was not very well trained by any means, but Zharanthixil had selected the toughest opponent he thought he could get away with. Not only that, but Wutanxeex had taken to believing much of what the Master-Hunter said about outsiders. He did not have the same deep-rooted hate, but he was not fond of outsiders and was looking forward to fighting with Sabine. 

Although they had spoken in Jel, Meesei had been sure to translate for Sabine. Like Thorantilth, she was none too happy about the situation, but she was a bit more hopeful than the Treeminder. Zharanthixil had likely selected an older boy to fight Sabine for the perceived strength advantage he would have, which was why it would come as a surprise when Sabine could easily outmatch him physically. There was, however, still the matter of his fighting skill to contend with. Sabine could not just rely on raw power to beat him, but she had other advantages she could use. Meesei looked down at Sabine beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Remember, just play to your strengths. You have more advantages than you think."