Finding the judges didn't take too long. They were more than happy to come once Maine promised them food. Maybe the little mage is onto something.

Maine leads them to the prince's suite, a small basket of pastries in hand. The baker knows what he likes. There's a good assortment of fruit, chocolate, and cream treats in here. The judges carry an array of papers--apparently an essay is involved for the preliminary testing?--and magical oddments. Maine will leave that for them.

He's just here to say hello. Knocking softly, he hesitates at the door, unwilling to come in without a welcome.