The Baron looked out over the bustling town as the sun rose to its peak. It seemed the day was well on its way. Soon he would he have to send out runners to gather all the Masters and potential Apprentices in one place. Afterwards they would have the traditional feast, to ensure anyone who wasn't picked didn't have any hard feelings, although there was always a drunkard or two that had to be thrown out. The Baron prepared the necessary paper work and started gathering runners to go out.