I have eight magi total, I think: Angus, Beatrix, Corbin, Corvus, Eilid, Gavin, Hope, and Laerleggr, plus Isobel (non-Hermetic magic-user). Beatrix and Laerleggr are coming later.
The woman consults a map of the covenant, dips her quill in a bottle of ink, and writes "Insula Canaria cv." on four squares on the loch-ward side of the covenant away from the river. She then picks up a slate blackboard (about the size of a piece of parchment) and a piece of chalk, and writes "Insula Canaria covenant in cabins 72 73 74 75"
The older man gets up and, as he asks everyone's name in turn, hands them a wooden fan and formally invites them into the covenant. The fan is painted with a unicorn rampant, encircled by the words "LXII Loch Leglean Tribunal AD 1221". The familiars are likewise invited in, but they get a smaller fan-shaped tag.
"Welcome to the Tribunal, sodales," he says in strongly Irish-accented Latin. "If you need anything, ask one of our covenfolk."