Cara reluctantly followed Horace to where the other two masters were gathered with their apprentices. She had been a little surprised when Justus had chosen Devon, especially after his entry, but she was somewhat happy to see an acquaintance...if she could label their short encounter as such. She stopped behind her master, he turned and pulled her closer, she inwardly cringed, being chosen for something she did not want was hard enough, but being close to other people made it worse. 

She looked around at the other apprentices. Devon she knew wielded a shadow puppet of sorts. A terror in his pocket that he could control whenever. The other though was new to her. A short boy, with an unkept mess of brown hair, and brown eyes to match. She didn't know anything about him other than his name was Peter, and he was Stephen's apprentice. As far as she was aware he could be his nephew, but she wasn't about to argue either.