Alan
"Yeah. Now." Momo also turned to stare at the ceiling, putting his head on top of hands. "So what're *You* Going to do now? Gonna pass the trial?" 

*Momo wondered if Yukine volunteered herself to save the elf or if she had another motive. He remembered about the Kitsune's fangs and thought about what the Macen said. Would Yukine be the type to assassinate the lord? Her kind behavior toward him, the village, and Stormi told Momo no. But judging from her extravagance appearance and mysterious past, he was prepared for more surprises.*
Nilsa
"Passing the trial is not really my priority, honestly I don't want to get married or live here." She gave a small laugh and closed her eyes, her long eyelashes touching her skin. "I came here to investigate it further. But when this is over, I think I'll keep working to get money. I still have a long time to really figure out what I want." She glanced at Momo. "But *Now*, I want to try to become more powerful."
Alan
It was a long night and to pass the time small gossip bounced between the walls. The occasional rustles and shifts of the guard's armour would immediately cause the whispers to fall flat, but the chit-chat eventually bounced back up. This cycle of up and down continued till the morning had come.

The same Kemonomimi guard at the front were the ones to wake up Momo and Yukine. *Was he there the whole night?* Before the guard rushed them out of their room, the corner of their eyes would spot a hunched figure with nine black tails walking through the hallway.

Stepping outside was actually quite pleasant. The sea breeze came again, and the refreshing feeling helped wash the grogginess from the morning. Instead of the sun bearing down on them, it felt like a warm blanket patting them down. *It was the perfect vacation spot.*

The guard told the both of them to stay put and huddled them together with a few other girls already waiting. In the distance, they'd see another one of the patrol guards watching them from the distance. The girls would be a mix of Races and expressions. Some of them looked highly confident and knew what they were doing there. Others seemened nervous and were obviously waiting to be sent back home. *Now'd be the time to talk with them for a bit.*
Sean
Oh and the hunched figure is like an Oriate hag/old woman who's the instructor or leader of the trials. After we finish chatting, im thinking she comes bck to bring us to the wardrobe thing