Zymeni entered the hall and looked at the paper. He chose to sit in the back corner away from most people. The closest person was Celia. Gulping he wondered how he was going to play this. If the exam was written in anything other than Elven he was going to be in major trouble. Praying silently he drummed his fingers nervously next to the paper, his breath coming in short sharp gasps as a small rivulet of sweat formed on his brow.