She stood tall and faced the crowd of filthy people in front of her. A sneer passed over her features as she took in the smell.

"Clean yourselves," she ordered, and at once, everyone moved away to do so, leaving her a wide path to the other end of the warehouse.

"Follow me when you deem yourself," she paused and raised and eyebrow, "acceptable."

There were only hours left until the final test began, and she was practicing her never-failing skill of commanding respect from even the dirtiest, lowest creatures. She would not lose.