next test to whittle down the crowd

This cat test has whittled down the crowd to a dozen. You have them line up. There are 8 men, 2 women, 1 male elf, and 1 female elf. You sigh and invite them into your receiving hall for the next test.

They line up without being asked. You climb up on your chair. The chair is made of one solid piece of wood carved from an ancient oak several hundred years ago. The arms and back have been worn smooth, and you sit on a silk pillow filled with down. The chair contains carvings of stars, comets, the moon, and creatures extinct. You glance over the final twelve, take a deep breath, and exhale slowly.

"You don't look all mighty and powerful. Is this some sort of ruse?" asked on of the men.

With a wave of your hand the doors fly open. With another wave, the man is hit with a stream of air that blasts him out of the doors. The doors shut again.

"Well, so much for the old saying, 'there are no stupid questions.' Any other stupid questions.?"

The remaining 11 all shake their heads and look at you with renewed awe.

"OK, I'm old, I'm tired, and I need a replacement. That's why you're here! Now close your eyes."

You watch them close their eyes. You notice one of the female women is a tall redhead with perky tits, round hips, and full lips. In your younger days you would have entranced her and made her your temporary sex ****, but those days are over. You sigh and with a squint, see her naked. There's a slight stirring in your groin, but nothing to get excited about. You wait.

Finally the male elf cracks an eye open to look at you. "Thank you, you can go now," you say.

The elf's head drops, and he turns and leaves. One of the men peeks to see what happened, and you excuse him too. You're now down to nine. After a half an hour, you're down to the final four who managed to keep their eyes closed. Concentration and self control are two fo the very most important aspects of magic.

The final four are the redhead, the female elf, and two men. You decided to talk to them one on one.