Dothren had retreated to his study on the sixth floor between the time of the Amazon's arrival and before the feast. He looked through the small pile of contracts that sat on his desk, trying to put faces with names. After a short time a few of his veteran lieutenants had arrived at his door. They sat around an oval table, and the group discussed the matter of what recruits should go were, and also hand picked a few for the Captain's personal group. Dothren planned on having the recruits separated based off of apparent skill. The more elite would be placed with the more experience lieutenants, and vice versa for the least experienced. This would be shown by a set of tests prepared by the lieutenants. 

As he began to draft his first letter, two of his lieutenants had began to argue over the portal mage known as 42. [i] Neither of you get him. His father signed a contract with me, and I don't trust ether of you with that contract.  [/i]. A few of the others chuckled, but most were to consumed by the task at hand to pay attention. Dothren goes back to writing and figures he should write in elven and dwarvern for those of his pick. 

Each letter reads in some variation :
[b][i] Dear (name), you have been selected to serve under me, Captain Dothren, in my personal group for handling jobs. You will receive higher pay and see more of the world then a normal bandholder. I ask that after the feast that you join me in my study above the library to discuss our future together, and to greet your fellows that will hopefully be joining our group. 
Honored, Captain Dothren Roketh of the western branch[/i][/b].

The lieutenants leave to join others in feast just as Dothren finishes his letter to Lentus. Though he did not go with them just yet. He stood from the table and moved to a large window that over looked most of the city. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to clear his thoughts. Though he could feel something unsettling deep in his core. Shaking off the feeling he left his study and joined the others in the feasthall.  He walked into the hall as the Titan gave his challenge, and the dwarf jumped onto the table. First he handed the letters to a nearby lieutenant and told him who to hand them to, and to be polite. Then laughing as he took his place at the head of the table, [i] I hope you can wait to make your winnings until after I give a toast. [/i] Grabbing an dwarvern mug, he raised it in toast, [i] A toast to past glory and future goals, and may the pay always be good and we'll earned [/i]. Dothren drank from his dwarvern mug, and sat down. Instead of eating from the large array of foods, he only eat from a few pieces of elven bread.

He began to speak with those around him about the local business matters and such.