When Aren and the guard appeared, they were inside another small room with a magical formation below. There was only one door there. The guard stepped back.
"Inside, there is a place where you chosen will be staying for the tournament. Most of the unemployed have already arrived there," he explained.
"Is this inside the tower?" Aren asked, simply curious.
"No, this is one of the floating constructs of the castle. You must have seen them," he stated.
"Oh, I see. Thank you," Aren said and then walked forward. He grabbed the handle of the door, pulling it down. The door clicked and opened.
He walked out, and there was immediately a hallway, the walls made of marble, crystal torches lighting the way for him. The guard closed the door behind Aren, leaving him there.
