The journey brought us to the cursed Dolor Forest to find an old pupil of the Master. Though, rather unfortunately, while her body had perished, her spirit still lingered.
Thus lay us the task of letting her pass on peacefully, by relieving her of her duty.
The pupil's spirit presented each of us with a challenge, a way for us to prove we had truly been taught by the Master.
She presented me with three stones, one smooth, one jagged, and one cracked, and asked me where each came from.
I took the smooth stone and put it against my nose, sniffing all along the side, letting my whiskers sense all details. This stone came from the lake near Parabor, it was made smooth by the currents of the river that brought it there.
I took the jagged stone and licked it. There were many flavours, but the distinct taste of truemetal shone through. This stone came from the Icebound Peaks, where truemetal is found. I tried to put it in my pouch, but the spirit got upset. I relented.
The final stone was cracked and I could see its contents within. I crushed it in between my hands. The fine powder shimmered as I let it rain down. This was an ore of silver from the Cairgon Ranges.
At that, the spirit seemed satisfied with my challenge and continued on with the rest of the party.
I did wonder how this proved I was the Master's student. Even little Tolir could have figured that all out.