She nods and takes his hand, hurrying along the shore of the lake, the two of them covering the distance of over a mile at an easy jog in just a few minutes. They arrive at a gathering of the upper levels of fae society, now dressed in what looks to be more ceremonial garb than the night before. "Ahh, good, the candidate arrives," the Queen says, her face smiling, but not her eyes. "Is the candidate prepared to undergo the Trials of Body, Mind, and Spirit?" she asks, the question directed at him.