In a seat nowhere close to the aforementioned three sat a dark-haired young man who seemed to be waiting for the announcement to be made with bated breath. He was in the back, overlooking the other gathered young priests-in-training. Though he didn't look it with that blank, 'damned-if-I-care' expression on his face, he was probably as tense and or excited as the rest of the congregation to be grouped up and sent off to god knows where for some magical, monster slaying adventure. Though he didn't see why [i]he'd[/i] have to train for all this, he'd already done his homework. However, he stopped himself from saying anything. Rash actions wouldn't reflect well on him or his heritage; the very least he could do was wait patiently and hope he got sifted into a group full of reasonably intelligent individuals. 

Claude rose an eyebrow at a peculiar thought of his. Perhaps if he [i]was[/i] sifted into a group of 'losers', he'd be able to whip them into shape and carry all the team's weight himself, getting both leadership and combat credentials... He smiled a bit and continued to wait.