It was early morning as he ventured back to the Dawnhall from a night at the Prancing Pony. New recruits had been hired all thinking him the captain, drinks had been drunk and jests had been enjoyed. He dismounted his gelding, Stranger, and led him into a booth where the steed could rest for the night. He gave him two pats on its neck, softly whispering to him "Soon you'll be a captain's horse." He grinned a bit as the horse looked at him, whinnying a bit. Newell stepped out into the dark night only seeing the fire burning near the steps as the only really noticeable thing in the darkness next to his own breath and the stars and moon above. He had heard stories that suggested that the stars in the sky were in truth fallen heroes who were carrying torches in the night sky as to be beacons in afterlife as well as in life. He looked down to the ground again before making his way to the door of the hall, giving a nod to the guards at the fire. At first glance it was hard to tell who they were as they were covered up well with masks and hoods in the darkness, but the icy eyes peering out from under one of the hoods would suggest it to be a man he had spoken to a few days prior.
As he entered the hall he could smell the cooking pots simmering with some kind of stew, and a few members standing around the main hall. Anya had made her way downstairs it seemed, but sat by herself wolfing down the stew. The elegant and beautiful creature he'd seen so often as of late was so stark in contrast to this that he had to smirk to himself a bit, as he noticed Lucifen the Mute stood near some of the new recruits Nora and Ayla. Finally Newell's eyes found the mark he had been looking for, the reckless redhead, who was sat at the far end of the hall near Blince and Basaran. As he made his way over waving a hand at Taala as if for her to join him. "Can we have a word?" he said softly, glancing towards the office as if to make sure she knew it would be in private. The girl glanced at him for a moment, daringly and boldly before letting out a sigh and following him after almost jumping off of the bench she was sat on. The way she swung her legs around, she almost knocked the lieutenant off of the bench, who only just managed to save himself but for a mug that would gently spill a little of whatever was in it. As they neared the door to the office, Taala would quickly squeeze in between the door frame and Newell, bodies grazing each other, Newell giving a slight chuckle, recalling the rumours of this particular officer's temperament and fondness of men. He glanced at her as she made her way to sit in what used to be the captain's chair, quickly slinging a leg up over the arm of it, looking at Newell.
"So.. what do you want?" she said vexing in a daring and halfway indifferent tone as well it seemed. "Well, I bring you the news of who's going to be the future captain." Newell gave her a faint grin and began pacing back and forth in front of the table as he carried on speaking "From what I have understood, the one who stands to become captain is Brammy.. and from what I hear, you are not overly fond of him?" he said in a calm and cold voice, scratching his cheek once before turning to look at her. She seemed somewhat angered by this 'news' that he had brought before her. "And how would you know this?" she asked in a tone that would be half a viper's bite. "Because I keep my ears tuned, seems he's been speaking loudly for himself and the people seem to be going for him." he said, giving a faint shrug before continuing "Well.. except for a few who would vote for me that is..." She looked at him with some skepticism he noted. "But.. you're almost unblooded yourself in the company, why would they vote for you?" she said as if contemplating it herself loudly rather than asking, yet he would answer all the same "Well.. I've spoken of returning to the traditional ideas of the company, I need good people who are willing to help me do this, and well... Some of them might just not want a former Blackwold member who gets captured more often than he shaves." he said as he grinned a little looking to the girl who had suddenly turned her frown to a smirk of her own. "I believe your father used to command the company if I am not mistaken?" he said softly, before continuing "Who better to keep his ideals with me than his own daughter?"
By now he could see the faint smirk and faded nod of approval she did. He had her, he knew, grinning a bit to himself as she remarked "Well... You certainly are pretty enough to lead, hope you have the stick to measure up to your words in time" in her usual crude manner, matching his grin He nodded once with a slight smug look on his face, "Well.. I have yet to disappoint, just make sure you don't either."
