Siobhan Fredegisa informed you that Jocelin is actually a man in his mid-twenties, with brown hair and beard and green eyes. The Redcaps have assembled in a small group near the line, but seem intent on waiting for all the magi to enter before they get in line. You see one that is likely Jocelin, as he's the youngest there, Edgar is not in the group.
Siobhan re-reads her instructions from the senior queasitor and having been fed even if in a hurry heads to speak to the one that seems to be Jocelin. [color=blue]"Salve Sodalis. I am Siobhan ex Guernicus and I thought I would take a minute to speak with you before entering the hall. It is my hope that you can tell me what you know and think about the issues most likely to be on the agenda. She might be technically advising the redcap on how to cast his vote, but she will respect his opinions and vote as that is part of the code.
Jocelin looks up in some surprise at your sudden appearance and question. Then he looks a touch confused at the request. Finally he smiles and does his best to answer.
"Ah Salve Sodales. I...well, the agenda is...that is it hasn't been released. Many magi have sent entreaties to add their item to the Praeco's agenda, and usually there is some opportunity to add items as time permits though, and if Talion is feeling generous. One that is likely to be discussed will be Julia of Jerbiton's request for Voluntas to sponsor a feast day for Nerius. There are no doubt several issues to be resolved between our Sodales. Other than that I couldn't say."
Jaen looks confused a moment, then turns and trots off towards the sound of the gong. He'll be in time to be at the back of the line, waiting his turn and biting his lip.
[color=blue]"Iuducium has requested that I do my best to advise you during the tribunal when I am not assisting him and so I thought I would make myself known to you." Siobhan seems to mean it as advice and assistance as opposed to directing the vote even if in the long run that is how it works out.
Apparently his new found.... friend? Is quieter then he expected. At the sound of the gong, he rises, draining his ale. Nodding to the old man, he moves to take a place in the back of the line.
"Aye Queasitor, if you want my vote cast, just let me know when and how." he says with a smile and a wink. He cocks a thumb back at the rest of the Redcaps. "We know our part!" Jocelin doesn't appear to get the message that you perhaps would rather advise him than order him how to vote.
Waiting in the line with all the other magi to be let in, Björn starts getting a little impatient. Organizing large groups of people always take so long. Glancing around, he spies a couple of the other new magi that were in the cave with him earlier joining the line as well. Nodding acknowledgement to the few he sees, he turns back to the cave, resigned to wait. As he stands there, Björn hears a few hushed conversations around him. Two magi in front of him talk in low voices, and he is able to hear snipits of conversation about someone named Nerius, and the grand feast he wants to hold for everyone, but he can't hear why. Behind him, he hears mutterings about some Hedge Wizard that has shown up at tribunal.
Kylios takes his time leaving the drinks tent and winds up way at the back of the line next to an old crone from Ex Miscelania, who he halfheartedly flirts with to kill the time. A few people ahead of him, he can see the albino, but he makes no effort to get his attention.
Jaen will stop biting his lip and shake his head. "I'm being self absorbed again," he mutters. He looks around. He sees that Tytalus he was talking to nod to him (Keel something? Kye something? He was terrible with names) and he nods back. Jaen overhears two magi ahead of him muttering about a Hedge Wizard. Jaen frowns. What was wrong with a magi who specialized in Herbam?
A moment later he realizes what they are talking about and curses himself. "Get your head out of your arse," he mutters to himself. The maga ahead of him turns and stares at him. He tries to smile. "I'm new," he finally blurts out. She continues to stare. Jaen gets out of line and moves further to the back.
The line moves steadily, the various magi talk idly or keep to themselves, some of them grumble and grouse as they feel the onset of a temperature drop and a touch of cool mist. Rain is surely to follow soon and they hope to enter the caves before they get wet.
In among you is the strange old codger who likely hails from Scotland. Amid some rather ridiculous claims (he says he met the Pope once while sneaking into the Vatican to gather some Vis, in his defense he says the Vis belonged to him first) there is a small white terrier dog that continues to gnaw, chew, and worry at his feet. For the most part he seems not to notice or care, even if he comes close to tripping now and then as he shuffles forward. The dog pays no mind to his occasional curses or half-hearted attempts to shoo him away.
The line draws closer, the filia of Goliard (you hear her name is Fornax) is handing out the tokens steadily and trying to keep the line moving. For the most part she seems to be biting her tongue rather than saying anything. The few things she does say are to snap that the magi are dragging their feet and it's their own fault if they get wet.
Siobhan sighs as the response she got from the redcap and guesses she will have to just give the instruction. She gets in line to get inside quickly as she doesn't want to get wet and she will need that token to spont a ward vs rain. Once she has token and is inside, she looks around for where the senior queasitor sits so that she can settle down near him.
Björn tries to curb his impatience as the line moves steadily, if slowly, forward. Finally it is his turn to enter, and he takes the proffered token from the grumpy magi with a nod and a solemn, "Grates" (thanks). Walking past her and into the cavern once more, he steps to the side, out of the way, and takes a moment to look around at the cavern's construction and decorations.
The token is a clay disk about the size of a large coin. The front is stamped with a mountain cave with a key in the center of it. The back bares the date of this Tribunal meeting in the year of Aries.
Inside the cave the line moves steadily, magi file along the path outlined by glowing globes and armed men in the livery of Blackthorn. Very little else is seen between the shadows, the men, and the bustle of keeping the line moving.
At the side entrance, the queer coven member leads the new apprentices through narrow natural corridors, providing no light to allow you to see. He leads you by the hand, and you have no choice but to simply follow the pair of shoulders in front of you.
A door is reached in the main group, which enters into a massive chamber, its height soars into shadows that the glowing globes can't pierce. An enormous stone round table is the main decoration, sorrounded by high backed wooden chairs. A young maga, much prettier than Fornax is directing magi where to sit. She has the list that the Quaesitors prepared and is giving simple directions in a pleasant voice.
A stone door that looks like it is part of the wall opens next to her and the apprentices are lead in. Edgar waves at the Maga, who points at a section near the head of the table, near the most ostentatious chair. Behind that chair, perhaps 5 yards from it is an ornate door that remains closed.
The apprentices are directed to their chairs, while the Maga directs you to yours. Siobhan, you are sitting opposite the ornate chair, next to an almost equally orante one. The rest of you are seated near each other. Apparently with magi that have no Covenant, or are otherwise foreign.
"Please take your seats. Our Honored Praeco will convene the meeting shortly." she says. Most of the magi are more silent now as they gather at the table. The accoustics of this place are quite powerful.
The first of the newest members to arrive, Björn just picks a chair at random within the group he was directed to and sits down. Waiting once agan, he passes the time by quietly observing the other magi as they file in and take their seats. A pretty young lady walks by and Björn gives her a wink, which she answers with a delicate frown before turning away.
Siobhan settles into her seat to get comfortable and smiles towards the area with the apprentices knowing this will be their first tribunal, two actually but still first one.
Beneger turns the small clay token over in his hands as he finds a seat, keeping to himself. He was wet. He hated being wet, and it seemed to show. Rain did so many things to him he just did not like. He wasn't soaked - he'd managed to get under cover right as the rain has began to fall, but his hair and shoulders were still wet. For the most part, he ignores those around him. He'd been ignoring stares and whispered words for long enough to simply tune them out. At his seat, he silently wishes it was warmer, so that he might dry. Oblivious to those who would find their way next to him at the table.
Kylios takes the token, tosses it up in the air, and places it in his pocket. He takes a seat next to the albino, leans back, and begins to whistle to himself.
Jaen will take his token and find a seat. He sees Bjorn and nods. There's Kylios, who he probably knows the best. If he sits next to Kylios though, he'll have to sit next to the maga who stared at him in the line.
On the other side of Kylios is a wet looking whitish fellow. Jaen will decide this is the lesser of two evils and sit next to him. "Greetings," he'll say, with as big a smile as he can.
Beneger looks up an jaen and smiles, quite the smile he had, "Hello to you." he says nodding, leaning back a bit, "Your first Tribunal too?" he asks, doing his best to ignore the old man on his other side.