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Salamandastron: Entryway
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This is a small, raised platform in the side of the mountain upon which
you can see down to the small niche in the mountain.  Cunningly designed,
this precaution allows one from this vantage point to 'see' who is
standing outside without being detected.
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                  Visible Exits:
[Outside]                             [A]long [P]assageway

Jarril moves along down the passageway, his facial features changing everytime he passes a torch sending patterns of shadow to dance all over his body.  Sniffing slightly from the scent of the oil he see's others up ahead and smiles.  "Ah, ya all here.  Good show ta see, wot."  He looks about.  "So who do we bally well have for this small party outing then?"

Kenai smiles, stepping from a shadow behind a torch. "Ya got Kenai, sah...Runner if ya please," she pipes up, gving a small salute.

Rubbing his pommels with idle fingers the gypsy longpatrolian looks up, earstump twitching, "PrivateJansuTalskina, bladeo'th'LongPat'ol..." he states in his usual Pikey accent.

Spritz pauses for a few seconds, concealed by the shadow of a corner as he simply watches the little group take attendance, waiting for something to happen that he might want to jump in on.  Like Kenai...hmm...

Jarril nods his head before checking on his supplies in his pocket.  "Well, since we all had a jolly good boring holiday at camp Neuva and all.  Seems that we have ta relieve the usual patrol and check out the north side of the beach for any signs of wrong doings."  He pauses and checks at his sling for a moment and coughs, looking up.  "So we better make sure that we haven't become ta lazy and show the others that we can still do our job better than anyone else, wot."

Kenai gives and ear a wag and flicks back a whisp of headfur. "Aye, sounds good 'nough," she replies, leanings against the stone wall under a torch. "Need t'get outta the mountain once in a while, donccha know."

Jansu craks his neck and feels the hard leather of his bastard sword, "We'reth'Pat'ol, besyiffin'figh'ersinth'Ea'th..." He eyes the party, seeing each beast's specialties

"Count me in.  I'm coming whether you like it or not," Spritz says, stepping out of the shadow and materializing next to Kenai, flashing a swift, melting smile at her before looking expectantly, almost challengingly at Jarril.  But not quite challengingly...

Jarril was about to go and approve to Jansu's comments when his head snaps to the sound of Spritz's voice.  Stroking his chin with a paw, he nods.  "Fine, but remember, ya follow my orders and ta make sure.  If ya don't, then Kenai who will hold full responsibility for any mis-doings."  He pads ahead.  "Alright.  If ya have everything that ya need.  Meet outside on the beach."  He pads outwards into the light.

Salamandastron: Niche
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You are next to a niche in the side of the mountain, which blocks out
everything to the west with its immense rocky bulk.  Just barely visible
is a small fissure in the rock, through which it looks like you could
'enter' the mountain.
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                  Visible Exits:
[A]way from [M]ountain                [Enter] the Mountain

Contents:
note
Hillspring's Cart
A messily scrawled (Poem) is carved into the mountainside.

Kenai steps out from the small crack in the mountain to join jarril on the sands. "Where we 'eaded, sah?" she asks, toying with the dirk at her side.

Jarril shields his eyes with a paw and lets the sea wind blow through his headfur, moving his ears.  "Up north as far as the swamps.  Make sure those toads are behaving themselves, wot."

Spritz simply strolls outside, his paws in his pockets and looking like he doesn't gives a care in the world.  However, swift eyes suggest that perhaps it's not what it seems...

Salamandastron: Western Side

The wind blows by as you gaze up at the tall and mysterious mountain.  There is a red glow at the top of it.  To the north stretches more coast as well as to the south.  You notice a small cave at the base of the mountain. Some beach stretches between the mountain and the waves of the sea.

Exits: [T]owards [M]ountain, [W]est toward the sea, Circle around [N]orth

Jarril leaves Kenai to deal with Spritz for the time being.  He concertrates on moving around the mountain to get to the north side.  Looking at Kenai he smiles somewhat.  "Glad that ya beat that nasty thing going around that camp."

Kenai smiles, "Aye, I am too, that mouse Tivenn nearly passed away..." she trails off, giving a glance at Spritz. She turns, "Spritz, you /have/ to stay with me...you /have/ to..." ok, she's worried, "If you go somewhere, or dun follow orders...I take the blame...d'you understand?" Her worried ice-blue eyes give away anything that wasen't heard in her voice.

Jarril nods his head.  "Well, glad that all things turned out the way they did."  He continues to move and looks at the newcomer.  "First time out on a patrol?"  Looking at Jansu as he moves to walk alongside him.

Jansu keeps back, still unsure of his new companions.  Itching his uniform he perks up his ear, listening to the conversations, not making a move to interact though.  The newness of himself isn't the only thing keeping him back, the loss of his mate also keeps him back, not to get close to any beast ever again.  hbe turns to the CO of this operation and breifly says, "Aye."

Spritz rolls his eyes, spinning around and performing a double back flip before flashing a grin at Kenai.  "I do," he says sincerely, giving a wink and then turning around, glancing forward before his eyes get distracted by something else...ice-blue orbs...

Kenai lowers her eyes away from his, not on a /patrol/, she thinks. "Thank you..." she says in a low whisper, before turning to approach Jansu and Jarril. "You said the marshes? I thin' we should go south...up the beach, vermin tend to pull their ships up on the beach an' loot the woods fer any woodloanders." she suggests.

Jarril looks at Jansu for a moment as if in thought.  "Well, ya should enjoy it.  We make sure that nothing goes wrong and all.  Learn ya a few tricks and ya be better than ya left."  He looks at Kenai for a moment near Spritz and see's her approching us and nods.  "Aye but we have ta go check up north.  Last patrol had spotted something along the way that needs another check."  He pauses.  "Bit of a long detour and all but that's how things go."

Jansu keeps a low eye on Kenai and Spritz, hoping that their realtionship won't interfere with the job at paw.  He draws large weapon in the open air to get his sword arms ready, leaving the pair of longswords sheathed.  He says before the doe approaches, "It'llbenice..." then lets the two lagomorphes mingle.

Spritz turns his head before seeing Kenai lower her eyes away from him, keen eyes quickly taking note of the entire landscape before him.

After arriving at the north side of the mountain, Jarril looks about up ahead as far as he can see with all the sand laying out in front of him.  Turning around to face the others.  "Okay.  Kenai.  I want ya ta go with Spritz and scout up the upper part of the beach.  Me and Jansu will scout along near the sea end."  He pauses and adds.  "By the way.  You're in charge of ya group, Kenai.  We meet up over that point over there."  Pointing to a far off point.  "Report anything that ya see.  Best not ta leave anything out doncha know."

Jansu remains quiet. Taking his orders, hard to do anything else at the moment.  He sheathes his sword and cracks his knuckles, how habit forming

Kenai nods and gives a sloppy salute. "Aye," she pipes, "Same t'you, we meet at the point...iffen 'nythin' 'appens give a holler..." she smiles. "Though it might not get too far...s'worth a try, doncha know." she turns, winking at Spritz. "C'mon..." she mumbles, sending up a small waves of sand as she begisn down the beach in a sprint...head on a swivel.

Jarril nods and loooks at Kenai for a moment.  "Like we always do.  Dodge and weave, eh?"  He smiles at her, glad that she is back on the team, happy that he has someone he knows from past patrols he can trust in.  Moving around he moves a paw for Jansu to follow suit.

Spritz glances at Kenai for a second, putting something in his mouth before dashing after her, matching her speed easily.  "You don't mind if I use my katar, would you?" he asks, giving a few more glances at Kenai as he keeps his face forward.

Jansu crouches and keeps with Jarril, a task with all of his weapons, a dead badger's longsword to be used as a two handed weapon, and two longblades, it's heavy!  But he manages, bobbing and weaving, the lack of armour keeping him silent.

Jarril moves swiftly forwards, dodging in and out of various places, making sure to keep hidden at all times.  Now and again, he makes sure that Jansu is keeping up with him.  After checking where the other group is, small dots showing up now and again far away up the beach, he turns his head to Jansu.  "You're a fighter, correct?"

Kenai kesp her pace, but stops abruptly, sending a shower of sand in front of her. "You can..." she whispers, picking up a tarnished cutlass from behind a dune. "Stay down.." she mumbles to him, flattening her ears and peering over the edge of the dune...

Spritz skids slightly, flattening himself against the ground as he peers over the sand dune alongside Kenai.  His paw gently touches the side of a pantleg, making sure that what he needs is there, just incase as he reaches for the handle of his katar with his left...

Jansu nods, "Aye, what'rethesepointythin'sfer?" he keeps semi down, trying not to look like a good target for a young archer.

Kenai growls as she catches sight of two searats and a weasel. "Lovely..." she mumbles, sinking back behind the dune. "Spritz," she says reluctantly, "Go an' get Jansu and Jarril," she tells him, "An' that was /not/ a request, it was an order, go."

Jarril moves ahead slowly to get to another part and waits for Jansu to catch up with him.  Looking over the area for any signs of boats being pulled up, pawprints of anything out of the ordinary.  He looks at the other hare and smiles, ignoring the other question for now.  "So why did ya put ya name down for a runner patrol?  Change of pace or something?"

Spritz narrows his eyes, glancing at Kenai for a moment and then shaking his head as he retreats slowly.  "We can take them..." he whispers quietly, but before Kenai can even retort to his comment, he's already disappeared, far beyond earshot.

Jarril continues looking and stops, seeing a boat not far off.  "Oh what do we bally have here then."  He turns around and lies back against the sand dune, looking into his pockets.   "Seems we have guests of some sorts, eh wot."  He opens his pebble pouch and unravelling his sling from his wrist, loads a pebbel in.  "Better be safe than sorry."  He turns around to look again.  Turning to face Jansu.  "Can you see another ship in the sea from where you are?"  Keeping his voice low as he looks at the small boat.

Jansu shrugs, "Meblades'vebe'ncleantolon'..." he turns about, shaking his head, "One." his poor eyesight not much help, and it's be better if he told any beast about it, pride and all.  He kneels down, "Yegotth'miss'les..."

Kenai growls, "Damnit...Spritz..." she mumbles. The haremaid draws her dirk and peers from behind the the dune...to find one less corsair. She looks frantically around...finding the searat behind her...where he can see her. But thankfully his back is to her...She moves silently behind another dune...passing within the sight line of the weasel. He see her...but he makes no move...uh oh.

Spritz hesitates in his run, a slight tug at his heart as he glances over his shoulder at the searat and Kenai's position.  His eyes widen slightly, his paw automatically reaching for the hidden pocket in his pants and he shoots a bolt in Jarril's direction, note attached, landing with the softest of thuds far from any harm of either of the hares as he seeks the cover of a dune and races towards Kenai.

Jarril nods and with a motion.  "Stay here for a moment.  I want a better look at that boat."  Without saying another word, Jarril moves over the top of the sand dune quickly and makes his way down the other side, dodging and weaving.  Keeping his sling loaded, he cautiously makes his way to the small boat and leans against it, glad no one is here.  Looking over into it, he see's some sacks with food in it.  "Hmmm.  Jolly well looks like someone's replenishing their stores, but who..."  He keeps looking about again, not liking to be out in the open like this and leaves the boat again, making sure to keep low, moving fast as he covers his tracks behind him.

Jansu keeps squatted, squinting at the figures, his back left to the open wind, and he isn't taking any notice of his flanks or back, could be a deadly lapse of judgement that might prove disasterous, or maybe not.

Jarril had moved well away from the thud of the arrow and curses under his breath.  Looking back again, he see's the note and cautiously grabs hold of it, before making his way back to where Jansu is.  Looking at him as he reads the note, he frowns.  "Looks like we have sea corsairs on our beach, wot."  He looks at Jansu.  "Ready for some action, then?  Here's what we do.  They be up there on the beach so we move a bit up north and circle around to get behind those scallies.  While they're busy trying ta flush out Kenai and Spritz, we attack from the rear.  Come on."  Without saying another word, he moves again down the dune, running quietly and out of sight, arriving at the boat, furthest end away from the vermin and looks to where Jensu is, beckoning him to follow suit.

Kenai ducks behind another dune. She didn't notice that the corsair weasel saw her, but she's lost sight of another rat...great. Once again she yanks her dirk from the sheath, he back to the open beach behind her as she waits for Jansu, Spritz, and Jarril to return.

Jansu dashes off, dropping the larger blade in the sand, and sprints, longswords drawn.  He leaps and makes a puft of noise as the sand spreads under his landing, right next to Jarril, running with a bit more speed with the dropped sword.  Counting the figures in the sand, those with long ears are allies, check.

Jarril takes a deep breath and looks around the boat again, making sure that no one is looking in his direction and with a burst of speed that a runner would be proud off, vanishes from beside Jansu and is halfway up the second sand dune without taking a second breath.  Vanishing over the top of the sand-dune, Jarril kneels down and looks about again quickly, giving a quick glance to the sea and around him.  He looks back and hopes Jansu can get across without being seen.

Spritz skids, spinning slightly as he nears Kenai but stops abruptly, trying to look for the vermin.  "Where are they..." he whispers to himself, taking refuge behind a dune and then glancing at the beach.  "Only two...where'd the other one go..." he muses, aiming a bolt at Kenai's feet as he spots the advancing searat behind Kenai, hoping that it might alert her to where the missing vermin is...

Kenai jumps as the bolt pufts into the sand beside her. The haremaid turns only in time for the searat behind her to send his blade at her throat, which she blocks with considerable effort. "Gerroff me ya bloody vermin!" she growls at him, kicking out with her hind feet and sending the rat flying...only to be taken behind again by the /other/ searat, who holds his cutlass under her throat. The other collects himself and grabs her dirk-paw...Oh fun...she's in a pickle now. :P

Jansu runs in pursuit of Jarril, not noticing his surroundings.  He steps out and his bare footpaws got right over the tendrils of a dead jelly fish, sending ti's posionous pain shooting up his body.  He lets out a loud, "DA..." then silences himself, praying to the stars that no beast heard, running now not toward Jarril, so he may remain unseen.

Spritz starts running towards Kenai, but immediately skids to a halt as the other searat hold his cutlass under her throat.  Having forgetten about the weasel, he gets kicked on the side of his head, sending him sprawling across the sand as he staggers to his feet, lunging at the weasel.

Kenai growls, her paws begin wrenched behind her as the weasel grabs her dangerous footpaws. The haremaid spots Jansu running between dunes, she wonders if she shoul just call them out...it would be some help. "Jansu, Jarril! You're no helping by hiding! there's only 3 of them!" she calls before the rat behind her pulls his cutlass up, aking her mouht shut rather painfully.

Jarril looks at the sound that Jansu had made and holds up a paw.  "I don't want ta hear it."  He turns his head back to where the sounds of battle is coming from and frowns.  "First time out in command and we have ta meet bally stupid sea corsairs."  Without saying another word, he runs off along the edge of the sand dune, keeping his sling loaded, while his other paw keeps near to his short sword.

Spritz pushes the weasel to the ground, his katar handle flying across the sand as he sends angered fists at the already bloodied weasel.  Slowly pulling himself off, he gropes for his katar handle, stuck in indecision as he stares at Kenai, fingering his weapon's release mechanism.

Jansu dashes down the dune, figuring that since their cover is blown, might as well let it out, "Eulaliaaaaa!"  and tries to take Kenai's captor by surprise as he leaps up, hitting at most 30% his height in his jump.

Jarril pops up from behind one of the dunes and unleashes a pebble from his sling, letting it slam into the side of one of the weasels head that Spritz has been busy with.  Looking to load his sling again, he pauses and crouches down again.  "Something's not right here."  He turns around and moves further up the sand dunes, leaving three against two for the time being.

Kenai growls, releasing her footpaws from the weasel's grip as he'd taken down by Jarril and Spritz. She still can't struggle though...she's got a deadly weapon at her throat. "Damnit..." she curses, trying to fumble unoticably at her ankle sheath...

Jarril comes to a stop near a bend in the dune and peers around carefully.  With open eyes, he turns back around again.  "Oh fiddles."  He moves his head again to the approaching group of two rats carrying a sack each of something and a fox walking up behind them.  "Um, right."  He turns around and runs back along the sand dune.  "Remind me ta not let Kenai out again on any patrols I am on."  Muttering to himself as he comes up above the sand dune and skips down one side of it, heading right for where Kenai is, drawing out his sword.  "Oh come on, now old chap.  Not polite ta go about fighting a unarmed hare.  Why not try me for size, wot?"

Jansu lands behind the beast that's captured Kenai, but turning his back to him, watching the other beasts, prehaps to slightly confuse the beast, and then dshes for the weasel.

Kenai growls, putting a bit of risk into play. With one swift motion she unsheathes her ankle knife and slices at the wrist of the corsair holding her. It works, and he lets her go...and she sprints to where Jarril is, retrieveing her dirk on the way. "Alright..." she peers around, "I'm mad." Her voice is a low growl, and she glares at the corsair who had her. "Bloody coward..."

"I can't shoot the one with a cutlass but I can sure as heck shoot the one with her dirk," he muses quietly to himself, whipping out his crossbow again and then hitting the searat that /had/ her dirk and then the other one that held her.

Jarril looks at Kenai with some concern.  "We're about ta have some more come over that dune in a matter of seconds from the noise happening here.  Some fox with a bow and two rats."  He looks about.  "I don't like it here.  We're sitting ducks."

Kenai growls, "Then, why not move then?" she asks sarcastically, moving so her back is to Jarril. Where's Spritz...? She asks herself, He would be useful at the moment...

Gone.  Nowhere in sight.  Disappeared.  Where on earth did a 60 billion gold hare on his head go?!

Jarril looks about and frowns.  "Kenai.  I thought I told ya ta keep an eye on him."  He frowns and loads up another pebble to his sling.  "Oh and would you please, leave ya bad luck behind ya when we go on patrol."

Jansu sprints alongside the weasel, letting his left sword drod down, catching it's Achillies' tendon, opening his ankle, and dropping him with a thud, red flowing over the sand next to the stunned and near paralyzed vermin.  He dashed to the hares, standing with them.

Kenai holds her dirk at the ready, her paw against Jarril's for /his/ protection. "I don't have bad luck," she says frostily, "And nobody e'er said you /had/ to help me..." she looks around...officially pissed off now. "Spritz! Get back here!" she shouts, not really caring where he appears from. An arrow whizes past her and Jarril as the fix tops the dune. "'E's gonna be trouble..." she mumbles out of the side of her mouth to Jarril.

Spritz growls, glancing over his shoulder as he sprints up a dune, fox and his goons on his tail.  "C'mon..." he growls quietly to himself, his footpaws digging into the sand as he climbs up the sliding hill, baddies in wake.  "Heh, remember me?" he says with a smirk, pulling out his katar again, releasing the blades on both sides and digging a blade into the sand, swinging around and sending a sucker kick at one of the rats before running again.

Jarril doesn't stand about to answer back, that arrow was a bit too close for his personal comfort.  Moving his body around, unleashing another pebble from his sling to make the fox duck down again from atop of the dune, he shouts back.  "Oh he can look after himself, no doubt.  It's us I am more worried about now, doncha know."  He ducks behind a dead rat and loads up another pebble again.  "Then again, this is a bit more lively than Mossflower was.  Supposed we could say the honeymoon holiday is over, wot."  Grinning as he leaps up, firing off another pebble that whizzes past Spritz's head, hitting a rat in his shoulder.  "Okay, time to back off I think."  Looking about.  "Slings out and arrows.  Let's give each other cover!"

Jansu clanks his blades together, joining the huddle of hares holding out hastfully in the harrowing saga of Hideous hair raising combat <Player's note: I love Alliteration! :)> his arsenal doesn't include any ranged weapons so he just continues to back off with his allies, hoping for a charging beast.

Kenai ducks behind a smaller dune, a little behind Jarril. "Spritz! Back off! That's an order!" she yelps as she pulls a small bow from her pack along with some short arrows. She looses at the back of the fox's neck, gettin him between the shoulder blades. "Spritz! Now!"

Spritz laughs aloud, a few remaining searats following him to his own glee.  "Well this should be easy..." he mutters, cringing as he hears Kenai yell at him.  "Whoops..." he mumbles, putting on an extra burst of speed, his hair changing slightly as he rounds a dune, overtaking the searats and immediately knocking them out with a few butts of his katar.

Jarril looks at Kenai for a moment as he loads up another pebble in his sling, popping up and unleashing another stone into the air, making it land on another rat, pondering on how he's going to report this to his superior.  With a sigh, he backs down again.

Kenai growls, taking down a rat with a short arrow that was preying up behind SPritz. "This is gonna get messy...there's to many of 'em..." she mumbles to Jarril. "Spritz!" she growls, "Get out of there!" The hare looses another arrow at an approaching corsair, glaring at Spritz...oh...Spritz is in /trouble/...he's got his fiancee pissed at him...not good.

Jarril looks back and frowns.  "It doesn't make sense.  There's only a small boat down there, so how come there's so many of them?"  He looks up again and peeks over the small dune.  "I know we had ta go check on some report of disturbance up north from the mountain but this is just ta much."  He looks about again.  "Kenai, run back ta the mountain and report on what we have found."  He looks up.  "We try and find out more if at all possible."  He peers over the top again and looks at her.  "That's a order."  Sighing, it was time to acknowledge, he needed help and he was way out of his league in this situation.

Spritz pops up next to Kenai, ignoring her annoyed state as he glances at Jarril for a second, loosing bolts like rain on the advancing vermin

Jansu dashes again, for short distances, the fighter is as fast as a runner.  He goes back to the weasel he's incapacitated and drops his swords into his chest, point first.  A sick thunk ins heard from the now carcass and he draws tehm out again, licking the blades clean of blood and returns tot the group.  "One down, Sah!"

Kenai nods, "Spritz, you're coming with me," she states flatly. "Be back in a tick sah!" she shouts back to Jarril. The hare sheathes her weapons and bolts from the dune...Spritz in tow.

Spritz reluctantly follows, sending a few more bolts, vermin falling like rain.  "We can't just leave them!" he yells after her, staying relatively close to the group, hesitating in following her with a worried glance and then another look over his shoulder at the two other hares that are picking the vermin off.

Kenai waves a paw back at him, not able to slow down otherwise she'll be shot. "Then stay, I'll be back!" she calls, racing to the mountain at a speed hard to match.

Jansu dashes twoard teh archers, better to get close to them if you aren't running away from them.  Dodging back and forth through the rain of wood, iron and feathers.  he grunts as one peirces his hip, and continues, a tad slower now

Jarril fires off another pebble and looks at Jansu.  "Well, at least he's got some guts and all."  He reloads his sling and mutters to himself.  "Well, I make sure they get a jolly good show before I fall."  He goes back up again, unleashing another pebble, but seeing them get nearer with a frown and ducking below again.  Emptying his bag onto the sand he grabs hold of two pebbles and loads up one up again and fires, ducks and quickly loads up again before firing off another one.  "This isn't working...."

Spritz flattens himself against the ground, reloading his crossbow and then glancing at the whole situation at hand.  "I hope Kenai comes back soon..." he whispers quietly, perhaps a little too loud for Jarril to hear.  He sighs, sending another few bolts showering down at the rats, each one never missing their mark, yet not quite killing them, just knocking them out.

Jansu reaches the first archer and swings his blades wildly, connecting at his arm, the twang of severed triceps is heard only to the close long ear of the hare as he figures that rodent done with.  He lets out another call, calling the rats by a gypsy name, "Die frangach!" and lays his sword's side into another rat's spleen.

Jarril nods and fells two more.  "Well, I think we're getting the hang of the situation now..."  He muses after felling two more.  "Unless we have more that we know not of, that is."  He hopes not, but doesn't say that part, ducking down again and leaning back against the side of the sand-dune.  "So, what's the deal with ya not being in the long patrol then?"

Kenai /does/ return. With 10 more hares at her back. The sweet sound of "Eulilia!!" rolling over the dunes, and arrows raining down on the corsiar crews as hare's pound over the dunes towards them. Of course...the corsairs freak out...and turn tail and run...Most are killed by arrows while their backs are turned.

Jansu trots back, limping a bit, an arrow in his hip and one in his shoulder and one of ours ill fated in his side.  He quirks a smile, "Frighten'moffdidI?"

Spritz shrugs, sending another few bolts at vermin.  "Nothing.  Just a couple rumours here and there," he mumbles back, only supplying half the truth as a rat screams at a bolt hitting him, Spritz cringing at the sound.

Jarril looks over and gives a sigh of relief, moving back to leaning on the sand-dune again with a smile, looking out to the sea and the boat lying on the sand.  "Oh, anything you can confirm or deny?"  Not looking back again, knowing the the situation is well fully under control and that his attention is moving back to that small boat.  "I wonder where the others landed and where did they come from?"  Thinking aloud as he turns about to look over the sand-dune.

Kenai sheathes her dirk and walks to Jarril, "I'm not sure, but there were WAY too many o' 'em fer that little boat..." she mumbles, approaching the boat cautiously and looking inside. She recoils in distaste...covering her nose with a paw.

Caero strides toward the mountain side and looks at the hares.  The smiles and says, "Look like ah found mahsel' a bonny wee battl'."  He loads a clothyard arrow and sends it over the dunes, almost leisurely, listing to the sceam of a stoat.  " Sae noo, the auld Long Patrol battlin' tehgethah"  He leans on his  massive bow and smiles to all.

Jansu grasps an arrow and  yanks it out, screaming obsinities and  kneels in the sand, whimpering like a dibbun with a splinter in it's paw.  He lies down, trying to get back up, a dune covering him from view

Jarril grins and pads up to where Kenai is.  "Ah, so ya noticed the wonderful aroma that they have brought us then?"  He looks at the boat and the two sacks lying on the bottom of the boat.  Leaning in, he opens one of the sacks open and see's some chains.  Frowning, he opens another and finds some stale bread.  "Hmmm."  He moves back upwards again and rubs his chin before looking at Kenai.  "What you think of this?"

Caero lopes over to Jansu,  withdrawing some herbs from his sporran.  With water from his flask and his dirk, he form a poultice and applies it to the wound.  "Hold tha' on there mah laddie.  Tha' should do if I ken mah herbs."

Jansu looks up, "Caero..." his accent toneddown and slower, "Thanks... yiffing rats got me... I'm not done yet... showd them..."  he reaches for his shoulder, and giving another "Eulalia" he tears that out as well, leavign the one in his side, a long arrow from the patrol, wrong place, wrong time on Jansu's part.

Jarril talks with a few other hares, pointing out here and there, explaining on what exactly happened and where they had met the small group of vermin, making sure that his report to the officer in front of him was very well detailed.  "... And so that's how things happened, sah."  He points to the sacks in the boat and shows the contents.  "Not sure where they came from or what but looks like they came about here ta stock up further inland.  We didn't see no other creatures so I doubt that they were looking for any slaves.  Then again I don't know what they're actual intentions were."

Caero smiles compassionately and replies, "Ah ken wha' it feels like.  In a battl', ah once got 4 arrows in mahsel' frae a pair o' squirrels..."  He then offers two more poultices to the wounded hare.  "Twas one up a tree shootin' the  arrows at mahsel and mah matey, Woodtail he got 8, Aye, 8 in 'im!