Child's play

Looking at the three, I could easily discern their roles within their small group: a swordsman, an archer, and a healer as support in the back. They seemed to be in a standard formation for the survival aspect of the exam, so their actions were questionable.

"Why do I need to give you anything?" I asked, expecting a reasonable answer.

"I saw how you fought with the troll, and I know you used magical tools to kill it. There's no way you could use them again, so we'll let you go if you give them to us," he said with a serious expression.

This was absurd, especially for them who seemed capable. Making assumptions based on such vague information showed their lack of experience.

"So what are you going to do if I refuse? Kill me?" I asked, maintaining a serious expression with each word.

"We don't need to kill you. Professor Morgan would come and get you if you were injured, so all we need to do is beat you to it."