The shared induction point for the central European enclaves (Vienna, Munich, and Berlin) is in Prague, which has been the neutral meeting spot since well before there was anything to be inducted into, when the three clans were Augsburg and Beç and Gniezno. It's a hassle to get everyone there safely, day-of, but it means that even though each enclave only sends in a cohort of kids every three years, they still get news every year fast enough that the freshmen get a glimpse of it on their way in.  

The glimpse this year shows that a full four of Vienna's graduating seniors came out alive a few minutes ago, which is great news; and that they're now speaking in low sympathetic voices to several of the anxious families looking for news of kids still inside, which is less so. Berlin is confident of its chances in this cohort, though, even if it's increasingly clear - news wasn't great last year either - that the last one is having a bad time of it.  But there's not really anything to do with this information. They're already packed, and trained with just enough balance of specialization and redundancy, and slightly dehydrated. It's not like you can say oh no, our rising seniors are not going to be as much help as we were hoping, let's not go.

So they just sort of stand there, exchanging uneasy glances. They were unhooked from the normal enclave's power sink about half an hour ago, and it's an odd, stressful, isolating feeling.