Griffin
(3) You make a couple friends. Not as many as you'd hoped. A large, heavily armored, sword-having man with a thick brownish beard approaches you and shakes you firmly by the hand.
"Right! New man! I am Commander Alzon, and unless you piss off one of the Shapers, you should be fine if you just keep to your own business when you're outside of this room. And since you're closest to the door, take this letter to the first-month Shaper proctor for me. Make sure you mention its from me and not just you, and please make sure you're polite, they're annoyed enough as it is having to always deal with the newbies."
Codex
(5) You ignore your first instinct and open the north window slats. A very slight shadow in the opposite corner points out her location, and you point it out. A slight lady with numerous daggers and wands hidden about her and an air of danger-imbued shadow steps out from behind the fake wall. "Very nice, very nice. Some of these so-called 'apprentices' never find me and starve to death from lack of room allotment. You're in the bottom room of the northwest corner tower of this building. And no, I'm not writing that down. A good Agent must have a great memory, and your training starts now. Read through this." She hands Codex a fairly-large stack of scroll-paper and crysheets. If you weren't so impressed that that was only the entrance test, it would be an intimidating amount of work. You leave the room and start trying to find your way to the bottom room of the north corner tower of this building.
Sorus, Derm, Hiraluke
(S 3,D 6,H 2)
The Shaper in the back finishes and turns to the three of you at last, after many many minutes of waiting.
"Damn it to hell, this is not working as intended. Can any of you three newbies explain what is wrong?" Derm hits it exactly, almost surprising him, while the other two are less successful. "Well...impressive. I do not give out compliments lightly but that sounds like it should work perfectly." He turns back to the fyora and alters it a bit, but is too successful and the fyora dies. it is reverted to essence as he turns back around.
"Too much, so I will only give you a fourth off your work for tonight instead of a third. He hands all three of you a very large, very heavy, leather-bound book, and a slip of paper explaining what should be done by tommorrow. Derm has, like he said, a fourth less. It is still an immense amount for a sngle day/night, however. He then gives you a crysheet with room numbers as a very muscular man nearly barges in, but stops himself. You walk out before you overhear it, better to be careful right now.