Seven days to prove your worth, hm? As Athena lead Dahlia upstairs, Triss mulled over the trial ahead, deep in contemplation. Well, he was a martial artist, so should he just like…punch a lot of things and impress upon the Goddess how much valis he can make every day through hunting monsters in the dungeon? Hrm, or was that too normal…Maybe he could beat something big then, and drag [i]that[/i] back to the Warrior’s Rest as proof of his valor? A Minotaur? A Lycanfang? A Wyvern? The third might be a bit too much for now. Or wait, what if he just beat an adventurer instead?

A lot to think about, surely. Almost too much, really. With a sigh, Triss folded his arm over his chest, dropped backwards, and made a bridge with his body, using his head and his feet. There was a comfortable crick in his spine as he did so; the pallum let out a sigh before swinging his body upright once more, transitioning into a smooth toe-touch. The air within the dining room wasn’t stagnant at all, and the interior design too, while not as bare as Triss’s room in the dojo, was still comfortably simplistic. Translucent curtains let in bright, white daylight, while the doors within the room added interesting splashes of color. Didn’t see a blue one all too often, not when the natural color of wood was already so charming.

[b]“Not ‘maybe’,”[/b] Triss said, after his preliminary stretches and observations were complete, [b]“definitely.”[/b] The pallum remained standing, balancing on the balls of his feet as he turned to the veteran members of the Familia with an air half way confident and half way defiant. They seemed to focus on the pallum and chienthrope individually, as if searing their appearance into Triss's memory, before a blink quickly dispelled that focus. [b]“How d’you two impress her though?”[/b] A more supplicant tone emerged with the question, a more inquisitive light found in the fighter’s golden eyes.

No shame in asking, after all.