While Xan had been living a life filled with spoils and luxury, the other apprentice, dark haired gloomy Seymour, had not. He was a wizard from he north, where they practiced forbidden magics. Seymour specialized in summoning magic. He could conjure storms, demons, and just about anything else. While this made him powerful, it also made him feared. Eventually he had to flee from his home in the North to live in central land, where magic was more common. 

He could also sense the other two standing with him. Though he didn't look at them once, Seymour could sense both had strange magics. He hadn't been too surprised when he had been picked to be Ygnatuis' apprentice, but it was still quite exciting. However, the boy hid it well. 

Xan's magic allowed him to see souls. There were two apprentices on either side of the red-haired young man, one looking to be around his age and the other looking a bit older. Xan knocked once more. He didn't know much about his OWN, natural magic, because he had bee told it was evil. However, he could still see the sprites in the land using only his eyes. With an impatient sighed, the boy knocked on the door once more.