A short feline-like woman began passing out tablets of some sort. His specialty! Let's see what... oh. They're electronic. Damn. So, a number would pop up on here to tell him what group he was is? Huh. Looks like two others knew their numbers and shouted it out to the group. Ysran looked down. Four. Group four. Here's hoping he'd be on a team with someone intelligent. Or, perhaps not? A total buffoon could easily be manipulated. Guess he'd have to find out.

He took another sip of his drink and scanned around once more. Sure were a lot of magic users. He could almost... [i]feel[/i] their magic. But that was it. He couldn't tell much else. Maybe with further studies he could get more specific. For now though, he'd likely need to work on his own magic. Did he have a mana pool? Could he only cast them twice per day? With any luck, the answer would be clear.