He's already gone.

He's probably assigned to the same barracks she is.

Probably.

What are the odds that he's doing something horrible to her bunk? Or at the very least, looking through whatever things she left there.

Well, off she goes, checking for her rivals or anyone that's paying her too much attention as she walks.

Her trip is uneventful. Nothing's happened to her bunk, but he walks over to her after she gets to it.

"You," he says. His voice is deep and gravelly. "Are supposed to be dead." Looming. The thing he is doing is accurately described as looming.

"Am I? I must have missed the memo," says Nariveth, smoothly.

"You were not at the second trial. Why."

"And why," she says, thinking of her first master's wife and channeling the haughtiness she projected, "should I tell you that?"

"Because I have asked."

Loooooom.

He's taller than she is, and stronger, and - well, lots of things, but she's faced down scary people before. She just spent a span of time in the presence of a Sith Lord. She can do this.

"Let me think..." She taps her chin, and smiles. "No."

"You will regret this," he promises, but turns to go.

Nariveth just smiles.

No she won't.

How's his emotional state doing? How angry is he?

He's frustrated. Usually the looming thing works better for him.

The lights go out.

Thanks to Force sensitivity, she doesn't have any trouble with navigating to her bunk in absolute darkness. The outer layers of her robes come off and are neatly folded and stored under her bunk next to her boots, and then she decides to use her rucksack as a pillow with a bit of rearrangement to get the cloth parts under her head for comfort.

And then she has a debate over practicing with the Force some more versus getting some actual sleep, decides that it's incredibly likely that they will turn the lights on very early, and therefore she needs to get her sleep where she can.

She spends a few minutes checking the area around her in a paranoid fashion, but if nothing tries to bother her, she'll be asleep within half an hour.

Nothing bothers her.

As predicted, the lights do come on early. The intercom buzzes again. "All acolytes are to report to their overseers."

Up she gets. On go her outer robes and boots, and then she watches via the Force for where her fellows are going to know where exactly they are to meet their overseer. Because no one's told her that, if it's a different meeting place than last time.

After a short time, it becomes apparent they're going to the same spot as yesterday.

The overseer is wearing the same scowl as yesterday. "Your assignment today, worms, is to retrieve a copy of the carvings on the wall of the Machine Vault in the Tomb of Tulak Hord. You have until sundown. Get out of my sight."

... Okay.

So, first off: she'll need materials with which to get a copy of the carvings. Is there a place where she can solicit a datapad?

...she knows where the library is. It's a place to start, at least. The library should have a map of the area, as well.

To the library!

Map? Datapad? (Do not get distracted by the books you can read the books after flying through this trial.)

The droids can easily point her to a map, but the concept of a loaner datapad seems to confuse them.

There's a familiar face at one of the tables.

She gets a copy of the map, notes the correct room, then looks at Occlus in consideration, debating whether or not to ask her for help.

Actually - no. She thinks she won't. This isn't the hard part of the task, if all else fails she's quite sure she can draw something out in blood on her thermal blanket. She doesn't want to, but she could do it if it came to that. And she'd rather not overstay her welcome with the Sith Lord, or coast on her coat tails and get herself killed because she was relying on someone else exclusively. Even if it did work, it'd probably get the overseer and her peers upset with her.

Hm. What's her competition up to? Can she tell from here?

They seem to be clustered a few corridors over and down.

... What, all together?

Clearly she must go investigate. Subtly. What are they doing there? She'd like to know before she's in sight.

They're not killing each other, but she doesn't have the control yet to get fine detail.

When she gets there, she finds a room with wax tablets and styli. The others must have been told about it while she was absent.

Hello, favoritism. How are you today.

Whatever, she has a map. She's calling it even.

Well, hand drawing out a carving on a wax tablet with a stylus sounds incredibly annoying and like it'll take a while. ... Can she just get a wax tablet big enough to press against the carving and then remove? She doesn't care if she defaces some dead Sith Lord's tomb a bit.