More and more of those present were being sorted in the same grand way and as Varicks turn to be sorted came closer he found himself rather nervous. They were going to be mentored(?) by the the Divines! Even Varick, one as oblivious to the supposed charm held by myths and legends as most pieces of furniture, had to be awed by that.
Still, the awe didn't stop Varicks observation of the proceedings. Each person would be sorted into a different goblet for a reason. Going by simple logic, Mind and Knowledge had to have some pre-requisite for intelligence and wisdom, something that the pirate notably boasted he evidently had little of. Varick didn't trust that, he knew what he saw earlier. He did not see the eyes of a simple bawdy ruffian. Varick made note to be extra wary around those within the Mind group.
Then there was Spirit, inhabited by two.. spirited individuals so far. Or so Varick guessed, going by his brief interaction with Neville. Perhaps it was linked to passion and emotion. That was a dangerous trait in itself. A reckless fool is as much a danger to himself as anyone else, The important thing there being "anyone else". The amount of times he had seen a courageous fool almost get his company killed in a fit of bravado was more than he cared to admit but certainly there were a lot of corpses every time. On both sides.
Then there was Body. Was being merely physically fit the key to being selected for that? So far Varick felt he was easily one of the largest participants here. Going merely by that merit and the fact that he was a follower of Tectaniteus, the God of the Earth and Body, it made sense he would fit there as easily as a cutpurse in a crowd. Then again, what in this world really made sense right now?
Varick merely waited patiently, idly observing and noting who went where.