Lucifen

Ten days had come and gone as Newell found him standing in the same spot as he had a week and a half before. Little suggested that something had changed, yet things had changed considerably since then. Men and women had been swayed, and he now knew the faces of most of the people who came into the Dawnhall to prepare for the vote. Newell looked across the room to find Taala sat talking to Basaran, and a small smirk crept across his face. The lieutenant was a well-liked man in the Dawn and an important figure at that.

The Plan.

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.

It was well past noon, going on the evening when the last of the available summoned had arrived. Only some had come. Those who had, had just happened to be near enough for the riders to find. Like as not, some of them would be coming drunk, but Newell kept an eye on all who came and noted what their eyes fell on when entering and who they talked to. As the people gathered in the main hall of the Dawnhall, Newell stood near the back, leaning on one of the pillars as he kept an eye on who were there, or even more interesting, those who were not.

It's late, my knee is hurt and I'm here writing, in the middle of the night. Something must have gone wrong in my head to be writing, instead of sleeping after these last days... Like the rest of Bree, they are getting crazier and crazier for some reason... I can't wait to leave again... But that's not the reason I write, the reason is the wedding, or rather... The attack...

Entry Eleven: An Unfortunate End