The Captain had been drawn into a debate on the succession of if something was to happen to the current Region Lieutenant. A few had suggested that Dothren himself would most likely be the one promoted, but he did not agree with the idea. His argument was, [i] the Region Lieutenants hardly get out in the field, and mostly deal with paperwork. Runba's Deep's captain would be more likely to fit the role. [/i] Several nodded in agreement as Talto approach Dothren. He nodded at Talto's words, [i] He is a danger, but not to us. I trust he will honor his contact. Also after the feast join me in my study. There you'll see who's joining us in my group. [/i] 

As he finished his words the Titan crashed onto the table. Grabbing his mug as the table falls, [i] You're lucky we have mages that can fix that. [/i] He chuckled and waves to a man and a woman in grey robes. They nod and move to ether side of the broken table. After a moment of spell work, the table stands as if nothing had happened...except for the food that is now scatter across it. He laughed with the others as the large man lifted the dwarf's arm. 

After finishing the rest of his elven bread, Dothren stood and addressed the feasthall, [i] I bid you all goodnight, for it would be wise to get some sleep while you can. I know some of the trials can keep you awake for a few days. [/i] As he is monologing, a lieutenant moves around the hall and passes out the letters to those Dothren had chosen. [b] Everyone receives a letter from Dothren [/b]. He raises his mug one last time, [i] to future gold and glory [/i]. He drinks then heads off towards his study.