Tower Of Trample -

The door slammed shut behind you. The first step was a staircase of polished marble, each step wide and shallow. You began to climb.

You nodded.

"The Orb," you whispered. "My village. The plague." Tower Of Trample

A flicker of something—respect? boredom?—crossed her face. "Most come for gold. Or revenge. Or to prove they are 'worthy.' You came to be nothing so that others could be something." The door slammed shut behind you

"Put that away, little worm," she sighed. "I do not fight. I judge . And I find you… insufficient." you may state your request."

"You will climb," she commanded. "From my heel to my knee. From my knee to my hip. From my hip to my shoulder. And if you reach my eye level, you may state your request."