Not at all.
And they came here - all of them. From four directions. Yet, each of them suddenly found themselves stepping, or crawling, or somehow moving through an archway, or doorframe, or cave entrance. And somehow, though they had all come together - although those in the Waiting Place could see them in the groups they were - they all experienced it as being completely alone. They made their way along the bridge, and then at the final doorway, they just could not get through. There was a barrier, or there was a driving gale force wind, or falling rocks. Whatever it was, there was something stopping them. Until, the person stepped through and reached out to them - taking hold of their hand and pulling them, or assisting them, or just being with them. Individually, each of them; they stepped through the final doorway and found themselves in a vast chamber.
Hart and Karshe looked for Wren, but did not find anything. He used his ability, but it gave him no information. So, Karshe jumped, and Karshe fell, and nothing more happened. So, Hart got to the door and he had some dust. Meanwhile, as Tio's fingers closed around the coin, he found something odd. He found that he could see. If he lifted his hands to check, he would find that he still had no eye.Yet, he could see. As he explored this, he realised that, in fact, it was the fingers of the hand which held the coin. Eliza's words and touch were almost there - but they were rather like a ghostly whisper. Eliza, however, saw Tio literally disappear from in front of her - he slipped through her fingers after turning to liquid and he sloshed over the side. Wren looked at her and held her hand, tightly.
Maxine made her way, alone, and she found nothing on the way or in her way. Except for the ribbon which she noticed was tied, fluttering on her wrist. It was black, like it was stained in blood maybe, but it wasn't damp. Yet, should she try to remove it - it did not seem to want to go. Ari'sora, however, picked up the sword and dust and made her way. Alistair gathered his thoughts - and in doing that he got to see the two in front of him cease to be in his sights. They didn't disappear - more they sort of melted, like ice cream on a hot counter.
As Patrick stepped forward, he too got to see the others in his group literally melt away. For him, though, it was like they sunk into the mud. The Rharnian looked down and there, in his hand, was a dagger. It glowed with a bright, unrestrained light, like the light of Qylios pulled him. And pull him it did. Toraj, meanwhile, felt the soft fur of Spirit in his hands. The glowing intensified and Toraj and Patrick both experienced the soft glow wrapping around them. Rakvald, meanwhile, held on to his faith and belief and he made his way in.
Meanwhile, Nir'wei stepped forward. Somehow, with what had just happened, Nir'wei managed to keep going. Then, he reached down and his fingers found what he had looked for - the body of a small squirrel. Rabu, meanwhile, found Yah and his small hands felt the firmness of the green apple as he moved forward - and suddenly around him was a herd... a flock... a lot of bright red chickens. Everyone - literally everyone saw them. And they were gone as quickly as they'd arrived. Kesinder picked up the small pouch, and he wondered about the Mer. Then, he moved. Oluwanje, meanwhile, grabbed the mirror and a red apple.
And each one of them went through - into a room. A room with vast, high ceilings. Massive pillars and sloping stairs leading down. Down to a low pit, where there was a crypt. A sarcophagus-like thing and there, sitting cross-legged on it was a .... person. Red hair, red clothing, strange jewelry in front of their mouth. The floor around the sarcophagus was split into four quarters. The voice which echoed around the room spoke.
"Choose. Earth. Air. Fire. Water. Or leave."
There was no indication of which quarter was which. There was just The One, and The Question.
And therefore, there was The Choice.