Bidder gave Jenga a smile that held no warmth or amusement, cold eyes set above it.  "IT is not charity.  It is an audition.  You'll be competing against those who have the same task as you.  The winner will move on.  The loser,"  She shrugged, clearly meaning they would be taken out of the running.  

Jenga hesitated at that, looking back down at his task and over at the others.  He wondered which one had the same job as he did, stealing rather embarrassing letters from a Basin Marshall.