The knot in his stomach miraculously eased, Angus placed his roll into a belt pouch for later consumption and stepped back from the baker's stall. The battlemaster was much nicer than he had anticipated, but the boy had no doubts about his combat prowess. There didn't seem to be much organization for Choosing Day this year; the masters seemed to just wander around town looking for apprentices instead of having proper requests and interviews. Angus started towards Castle Redmont, perhaps the Baron or his steward would be able to help him understand what was supposed to be happening.