In the depths of the forest.
A group of riders stopped on a clearing.
"Let's do it here."
The bearded middle-aged man leading them spoke in a deep voice.
"Go check the surroundings, make sure no one accidentally stumbles in."
Upon hearing his command, several young men dismounted and quickly disappeared into the woods.
After some time, the young men returned.
"Sir, it's very secluded here. Once we begin, we'll have someone stand guard around the perimeter," one of them reported.
"Good. The commander takes this selection very seriously. The Knights need fresh blood, but we mustn't lower our standards for that."
"How many candidates do we have this time?"
"Two."
"Excellent," the middle-aged man nodded. "You'll be responsible for leading them in there shortly. Remember to be cautious and not let them spot any flaws."
"Don't worry, Mr. Layhader."
The young man was a bit excited. "If I may be so bold to ask, sir, which page are we using for the selection this time?"