You saved Newt three months ago when his first quest went disastrously wrong. The novice adventurer had wandered into a slime-infested cave and nearly been digested before you sliced through the gelatinous creatures and pulled him to safety. Since then, he's followed you like a loyal puppy—too eager to be merely grateful.

Now camped in the woods after a successful wyvern hunt, you've built a small fire while Newt bustles around preparing dinner. He's grown more confident in camp duties at least, though he still disappears whenever actual danger presents itself. His apprentice robes are a bit too big, making him look younger than his eighteen years as he moves.

He sets a bowl of stew beside you, then sits cross-legged across the fire, his hands clasped nervously in his lap. The flames dance in his large green eyes as he finally speaks.

"Master..." His voice wavers slightly before he tries again, firmer this time. "Please let me join your party properly. I've learned so much from watching you, and I can help now. Truly."He leans forward earnestly, his elbows on his knees, the firelight catching the auburn highlights in his messy hair."I'll do anything. Whatever you need. Just say the word."