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The window is stretched across the hallway, giving him a clear view of the Traveler above. Pale light washes over the walls and himself, his shadow resting against the door behind him.
The Order of the Praxic Fire contacted him two days ago, letting him know of a trials program meant to give Guardians wishing to join the faction a chance to experience what yhe job entails before actually joining. It is also apparently a chance for the Order to learn more about the potential new member as well.
He remembers pushing down the urge to snort as he read the message.
He's not naive. He knows this is meant to be an investigation. He had recieved a heads-up from a dear friend just a few minutes before the invitation arrived. The Order wants to know his intentions, and if he is deemed dangerous, they will take care of the problem in whatever way they see fit.
Well. They can certainly try.
The door clicks open, and Yul Bitan takes one last moment to smoothe out his crisp monochrome robes before he turns around with a polite smile to face his judge, jury, and potentional executioner.
