Tabris was a short man. He was ancient, yet probably the most sociable of all the Guardians in the Tower as he had to deal with the strangest things the new challengers would do. This was yet again when the bottom-most floor opened for all sorts of interesting new Challengers. That and of course, Unchallengers as this was the only floor they could enter. The others may consider Tabris strange for not reacting that strongly towards the Unchallengers but truth be told they were less likely to get agitated as no offense was taken. He stood in a hemispherical chamber with inscriptions all over it, behind him was a large gate, a gate he was to open only if he deemed a person fit to enter as a Challenger.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Aedan blinked. He had no memory of how he ended up in what seemed to be a mining system. As a Caster he would have hardly ever ventured into a mining system unless it was to flush out hostiles. Was this some sort of dream? It certainly seemed that way. There was no sound of metal or anything familiar. This was a pretty bizarre dream, he thought to himself as he turned to find himself facing a Gate.<br/><br/>"Welcome Challenger." He looked down to find a short man wrapped in what he guessed to be a ceremonial robe. Not that he was trying hard to be rude but he glanced around for a bit before finally deciding the Gate was the only way out.<br/><br/>He turned back to the man who he had seen previously, "Uh... Challenger? What do you mean?"<br/><br/>Tabris smiled, "Someone who is supposed to climb the Tower of course." It seemed as though this person was not too aware of where he is. His face was still in shadow, as it would scare majority of the Challengers, perhaps even Unchallengers as well. He did not move his head or lift his hood to allow light past the thick fabric, "This isn't a dream, in case that's what you are thinking."