He laughed delicately.
"You could say that." The stone wall next to their final path was utilized as a leaning post for the young Jedi, attempting to mentally collect himself. He knew it had been a trial, a projection more than likely powered by the Force, but it felt so real. The power infused into this place was not to be underestimated. Yerbol nodded in thanks at her offer of a break, the Knight allowing some silence to pass between the two of them before he peeled himself off the wall, following Aria into the stillness. It was disarming for a place this powerful to be this quiet, as if the walls themselves were waiting for an opportune moment to reveal some horrific terror that would swallow them whole. Aria's voice startled Yerbol slightly, but the question didn't.
"I wonder the same things." He extended his hand, allowing the soft blue light he had emitted when he was alone to illuminate their path. 
"Makes me believe that somewhere down the line the Sith code we know today might've been morphed into something different from the original...or maybe this trial will lead us to redeem ourselves from the 'light' and place ourselves into the full power of the 'darkness'." He snorted at the melodramatic tone he had unconsciously taken.
"Forgive me. Sometimes our orders can instill such...theater in the way we oper-" Torches once again flickered to life, but this time the soft rustle of flame was accompanied by a cry of what sounded like mortal terror coming from ahead. Yerbol looked to Aria, brow furrowed. The cry rang out again, words now audible:
"PLEASE! SAVE US!" He strode ahead with his companion down the path, which led to a similar opening to the main chamber they had just left, except this one had crude iron cells hanging from the ceiling, suspended by rusty chains that allowed the cells to swing gently to and fro. There were five cells lined up next to each other, each of them holding an individual. Three human, one Twi'lek and one Rodian. The humans looked down at their visitors, one of them breathing a sigh of relief.
"Thank the Force you're here! We would've died if it hadn't been for your arrival! You...you are here to save us, aren't you?" It was a middle-aged woman who looked at him with pleading eyes, hair swinging loosely with the rhythm of the cell.
"And I suppose you feel like you're worth saving?" The Twi'lek chirped, his voice a pitch higher than what Yerbol was used to hearing from the species. 
"You know why you're here! YOU were the one who did this to us!"
"No, she didn't! You were the one who-" 
"SILENCE!" Across from the young Force wielders entered a looming figure with a hooded tunic. He removed the hood, revealing crimson colored skin, tendrils jutting from his chin and eyebrows. He walked forward assuredly, his jagged white teeth showing as he smiled. 
"Good. New acolytes. It has been such a long time since we've seen any grace these halls. Allow me to inform you of what you must accomplish." He pointed at the cells. 
"These five are branded criminals, each one with their own crimes. However, one is innocent of his crimes; in fact, this person could be used as a spy for us, given their skills. Your job is to find out who is innocent and redeem them to our cause." Before Yerbol could ask a question, the mysterious alien disappeared. 
"Well then." He looked to Aria.
"You interrogate first, yes? I think you'll get more out of them than I could at the moment. I'll have a go at it if we feel it necessary. How's that sound?"