The elf didn't look prepared at all. As a matter of fact, Siana would be surprised to find out that he even thought twice about his audition. He stammered, went on unrelated tangents, and looked terrified at the prospect of questions. She was sorely tempted to just kick the idiot out of the room, but it was better not to create a precedent. The rules she set were clear - if she didn't leave herself an avenue to dismiss people earlier, she had no choice but to listen. She could as well give him a chance.
"And what application do you see for your ability?" she asked, tapping her fingers against the surface of her desk.
The elf looked positively surprised. "Uh... application?"
"Do I need to provide you with definition?"
"Ah- no, no need, Highmaster Whitechalk! There's... plenty of application! In everything!"
"I would require a more defined example" she commanded. "Can you give me one, for example, in industry?" Perhaps narrowing it down would help the fool. Siana herself already had some ideas, but she had no intention of doing his job for him. He hasn't earned it so far.
"In industry? Uh, of course, Highmaster! For example, there's... well..."
"Time's up" a servant announced, mercifully cutting this pathetic display short.
"What? I mean- Please, wait! I just need a little more time!" the elf shouted. Apparently he lacked self-awareness as well as preparation and... pretty much everything she was looking for. Siana waved for one of the guards to escort the idiot out.
"Next, please."