The testing hall was in a different part of the Guild complex than the Grand Arena—smaller, more intimate, but no less intimidating. The entrance was marked with the same golden crest: spoon crossed with knife.
Marron arrived early, her cart rolling beside her with all her supplies carefully packed. Mokko and Lucy were with her, moral support disguised as companions.
Other candidates were already gathering—five others, making six total for the Dusk Session. They looked nervous, some pacing, others checking and rechecking their ingredient lists.
Marron took a deep breath and tried to center herself.
You've done this twice now. You know it works. Just trust yourself.
"Marron!"
She turned at the sound of her name.
Millie was walking toward her, wearing her embroidered apron—the one with stars—and carrying a small bag. Her long white ears were tied back with a ribbon, and her crimson eyes were bright with... was that nervousness?
