Fleuri Jodeau
They had made it. Despite facing one last surprise of a bombardment of "friendly" fire courtesy of the witch, Fleuri and Gerard had managed to reach the top. Fionn, too, had evidently managed to scale the hill, seemingly unseen by the Hundi. The only complication was that he had no idea where his dagger had gone, after he had used it to stop one of Gisela's spells. It wasn't exactly irreplaceable, but it would be a slight annoyance to have to continue these trials without it.
Fleuri let out a deep exhale, partially from the exertion of the sprint up the hill, and partially out of relief that this trial was over. Not that he expected to have much of a reprieve- after all, the last trial had been heralded with a spell that had disintegrated Fleuri, and he fully expected the next one to be accompanied by similar theatrics.
The Hundi took a moment to give criticism to Gertrude for her ill-conceived fire bombardment. Fleuri felt the feedback was well-warranted- having worked with Reonites extensively, he knew the importance of being careful with fire magic. If that sort of magic was what Gertrude would be using in the real world, it was essential that she learn not to use it recklessly. True, she might have factored in the fact that they couldn't die in the dream, but aside from the fact that being burned alive was a very unpleasant experience, there was little point in training here if the only techniques that she honed here hinged upon one's own allies not staying dead.
Just then, a massive shadow passed overhead. Fleuri looked up at the source- the great red dragon Thrinax. A living legend, mighty even by the standards of dragons. As he passed, Gisela announced the goal of their final trial- to injure the dragon.
Not kill, or defeat, but merely injure him. And even that would be a very lofty task. The Roses had managed to avoid losing any of their own so far, but for this trial...Fleuri wouldn't be surprised if they weren't all standing by the end of it.
"Err, Lady Gisela," he asked, addressing the Hundi, "I am not sure how this realm's restoration magic works, but might there be a way to restore my dagger to my side for this last trial?" he asked, gesturing at the empty sheath at his waist.