Dawnhall

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.

The days were growing shorter as winter was coming to the Bree-lands. As he made his way inside the mutterings had grown more hushed. People were huddled together in small groups talking to each other and every now and again a glance would be cast at one of the other groups. Newell smirked faintly as he walked through the hall that had more or less turned into a political battlefield. So many of those present were like carrion feeders that were squabbling for a piece of meat.

The heavy door to the DawnHall swung open with ease, the chirr of it would have announced anyone's arrival, though it was unknown to Taala what reception awaited on the other side of it.

Bracing herself, she mustered the courage within her, inwardly scolding herself for succumbing to the doubts snipping away at her.  Taking a deep breath, her mouth drying rapidly she stepped into the hall.

Taala did arrive late, everyone was already gathered as she entered the grounds of the DawnHall, at least she could blame Rick Cobb for slowing her horse down...

Teleyn lay on her stomach in front of the fire, tracing the smooth wood of her new harp. Her index finger followed the curve of each vine and leaf that crawled and twirled itself through the wood and around the main body of the instrument, admiring Fastdred's craftsmanship.

The firelight danced on Teleyn's face, heating her already flushed cheeks. Small drops of sweat rolled down her forehead as she shivered under the bear skin and blanket. The warmth of Nimeway's tea had finally worn off and she was cold once again.

Teleyn's feet padded against the ground, leaving a slight imprint in the grass of where her toes had been. She was relishing in the sight of the sun and the no longer snow-covered ground as she stretched her arms into the sky. Being confined to the inside of Dawnhall for the last couple days had made her restless.