The members had started squabbling almost instantly about who should lead them in the future. Half of them seemed to be carrion feeders if little else, suggesting different deals with each other to gain the power. Casually, Newell strolled through the Dawnhall and out the door, following the mute he had seen faintly grin at the words that came from the plateau. Outside, he saw the fire that was lit up, and the heavy smell of smoke and burning wood made a stark contrast with the fresh and lively evening air. Around there fire stood two men and a woman, all members of the Dawn.
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The DawnHall
