A lone hare enter the dark dorimitory, and by obvious habit lights the small torch on the wall near the door. She makes her way to the far corner of the room, just down the wall from the hay matress, she's obviously done this a few times...her face is buried in a book. Reaching for a parchment on the table to crumble (to give her paws something to do) her ears droop over her face and she tosses them back lazily, continuing reading without notice that there is another hare in the room.

Not noticing that someone has come into the room, the hare with his back to the entrance, doesn't hear you come in, but now and again his ears twitch a few times.  The sides of his body rise and fall in slow rhythm.  After a few moments, the hare moves a paw and rubs his nose a few times to the smell of smoke coming from the torch and turns over, the sound of the hay matress making slight crumbling noise as he bolts upright.  "Eh, wot.  Who's there?"

Triss ears perk immidiately at the sound..."Wot?" she whispers and peaks around the desk to look at Jarril. "Oy...I'm sorry...I didn't know they started usin' this dorm, wot." she stands and begins to walk out, "I'll just go..." she is VERY embarassed that she walked in on another hare...

Jarril rubbing his eyes with his paws, he speaks out.  "No no.  There's no need ta leave just yet.  Ya welcome ta stay if ya want."  He shifts about and sits up properly now.  "Easy mistake ta make I suppose.  Only arrived yesterday."  Moving his right paw slowly to scratch at the back of his neck a few times.  "Ta be honest, I could do with some company, ya the first one I have met since seeing miss Lang and some other hare that kitted me out, wot."

Triss smiles, "Aye..." she closes her book, "So you're the new one eh?" she grins and sets herself in the chair for the desk, looking down to the hare. "I usually come here to read...'tis rainin' on the crater, this dorm is sorta me backup." She eyes him, "Where didja travel from me laddo?"

Jarril blinks and looks towards the small hole in the wall to the outside, his face showing concertration as his ears catch the sound of rain outside.  Moving his head back again.  "Oh, I came from up north.  Near where the northland hare's live, I say about two or three days walking from where my home was."  He pauses and looks a bit embarassed.  "I don't look that bally well new do I?"

Triss smiles, "Aye...you do." she sets her book down. "You are unfamiliar with tha mount'n, and you can see it in your eyes and the way you move about tha place..." she grins. "I've been here since I was just shy o' 1/2 a season...the jolly ol' Long Patrol found me in my destroyed 'ome and brought be 'ere t'be raised..." she says.

Jarril blushes slightly.  "Well, glad my old pop ain't here ta hear that then, wot."  He shuffles back until his back touches the cold stone wall and leans against it.  "I kept hearing tales about this place ever since he was a young in his day and being part of the Long Patrol.  Of course that was until this place got taken over."  He nods on hearing about how you came to be here.  "Sorry ta hear that.  At least things have turned out okay, now though?"

Triss smiles and shows him her engagement ring, a pretty gold band with a single diamond crystal upon it, "Aye...things've turned out fine..." she says with a smile. She pulls out two apples from somewhere on herself (most likely a pouch in her belt) and tosses one to him..."Didja your pater tell ya to come 'ere?" she askes.

Jarril leans forwards and catches the apple in his paw, quick reflexes indeed.  Giving the apple a good rub on his sleeve and looking at it for a moment.  "Pater?  Oh ya mean ol' pop.  Yeah, he thought it was about time I came and followed in our families paw-steps so ta speak."  Going to take a bite from the apple he blinks.  "Oh sorry.  Thanks."  Then without another word, he breaks the silence a chunk of apple dissappears into his muzzle before swallowing.  "Gave me a good send me off talk beforehand."

Triss smiles, "Both my mater and pater were in the ong patrol...my brother and sister ne'er got to see the mountain." she sighs solemnly, "They were taken by slavers...I doubt they're still livin'" she sighs and takes a hefty bite from her apple..."Up for a bit of sparrin'?" she askes the newbie, "Might do ye a world o' good me laddo..."

Jarril pauses in his next bite of the apple and his left ear twitches.  "Sparrin'?  Well, I ain't that good ya know.  Most probably why I chose ta be a runner and not a fighter I suppose."  He smiles back.  "This isn't one of those requirements for new recruits is it?"  The hare looks a bit worried on whether this is or not.  "I mean, they haven't told me who I be under yet.  Suppose they get around ta me at sometime."

Triss smiles and says in a matter of fact tone, "I'm a runner m'laddo...an' I c'n fight as good as any 'are..." she grins, "Come wit' me..." she begins to head for the door before turning again, "And no...'tisn't a requirement..."

Jarril watches for a moment and shrugs, pushing himself off from the matress with his left paw and straightening up again.  "Well, I suppose I could try."  Smiling as he takes another bite from his apple, that's rapidly vanishing as he slowly moves to the door and stops.  "After ya.  I don't know my way about most of this place yet."  His ears blushing slightly again and he looks away.

Triss smiles at the young hare and steps out the door, "Follow me..." she says, her words echoing down the stone passageways. She eyes him, "Stop blushing like that..." she smiles and nicks his nose, "Some 'are may think you're a lovestruck little bird..." she smiles and walks...

Salamandastron: Training Room
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This is the training room for the hares of the long patrol.  The walls
seem to have taken a severe beating, more than likely not from stray
arrows missing the archery targets.  There are several of said archery
targets lining the west wall, each with small oak stands a good distance
off to hold arrows, hang a bracer, and rest a bow on.  The targets are of
simple design: a large, tightly wrapped bale of hay with a coarse paper
target on the front.  A wooden mannequin, in no better shape than the
walls, is in the northeastern corner of the room.  Besides that, several
wooden practice swords sit in a small pile.  On the eastern side of the
room is a small, makeshift wrestling arena consisting of two mattresses
tied together.  Then on the southern side of the room is a fitness area,
assembled from several pull-up bars, and a nice padded area to do push up.
Narrow, cylindrical weights (both wooden and metal) are pushed up against
the wall, along with a few straight metal bars for them to be mounted on.
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                  Visible Exits:
[Arm]ory                              [Out]

Jarril follows and nods that as he runs up to catch up with the other hare.  "Sorry, it's not that.  I just haven't been around so many other hares before that's all, wot."  He keeps to the side and looks sideways with a smile, whiskers twitching slightly.  "Oh by the way, my name's Jarril.  And I have the good fortune in speaking ta?"

Triss smiles and turns to him, "I'm Triss, m'laddo nice ta meetcha." she walks to the other side of the room, dodging several brawling bucks on her way there. She picks up a javeline for herself, testing the weight to make sure it's even. She then grabs another one and bring it to him. She give him his, and then snaps the point of of hers, "There...tis a fair fight...you 'ave a blade an' I don't..." she smiles at him and brings him to a ring drawn on the floor.

Jarril looks around of the room and stares for a few moments, not noticing that you have gone away to get the weapons of choice for the sparring and comes back out of his own thoughts and coughs.  "Oh erm.  Right."  He takes hold of his javelin and blinks as he see's you breaking the end of yours.  Running a paw behind his neck again.  "Ah, okay."  He follows slowly to the ring and thinks on how to actually use this thing.  "Erm, I haven't actually use this sort before, wot."  Still holding it with his left paw."  Smiling.  "Wouldn't mind learning though."

Triss smiles, "Ok m'laddo..." she takes his javlin, "Are you right pawed or left pawed?" she asks while testing the weight of /his/ javlin.

Jarril hmms and smiles.  "Both actually.  Confusing I know, wot.  But there ya go."  He stands there and looks about again at the others in the room and turns his head back again.  "Is it my imagination of am I suddenly everyone's high interest right now?  Or is it because I am a bally new recruit?"

Triss smiles, "Aye...and they like t'watch me fight..." she says in a sort of eyrolling tone, "They like the way I fight...as well you you bein' new..." she hands him his javlin. "Make a move..." she says in a snakelike hiss and watches the new hare in a fighting stance her javlin ready...

Jarril catches the javlin and rolls his own eyes, knowing that he has more of a chance here of looking like a fool on his first proper day here.  His ears catch various low voices about the room and he sighs slightly.  Testing the weight of the Javlin himself and correcting his grip on the thing to his own liking, he brings it across to shield most of his body in a diagonally way, holding it tightly in his left paw, while the right holds to it lightly and at the same time, he moves his right footpaw back half a step in a defence posture, wanting to see just what attack you be coming with first, then work on how to get about it later.

Triss smiles at the new recruits stance she makes a swift sweeping jab with her javline and disarms him...holding /his/ javelin in the paw opposite her own. Standing in a matter of fact manner she looks at him...

Jarril blinks and stares, his ears going bright red again.  "Okay, okay.  I did say that I wasn't into javelin's, wot."  The young hare's eyes look about, to anywhere to not face you or the others in the room and having that feeling of wanting the ground to swallow him up.  Knowing it was going to be hard but this hard?  The hare's ears droop down slightly as he sighs.  "Oh well.  That was quick and swift.  I give in.  Ya way ta good for me, wot."

Triss smiles and tosses his javelin back, "Ooh we're not done yet m'laddo..." she does the same swift motion only slower, "Counter me!" she yells like a drill sargent to him.

Jarril blinks and catches the javelin again in his paws and concertrates with a slight frown but more of a concerned look on getting this right this time around.  Making sure that his body could withstand the force of any blow, he brings his javelin around slightly and clanks it against yours and stares.  "Like this?"

Triss nods and moves it into another postion...right under his chin. "Got to be fast m'laddo...let's try again..." she does the same movement, adding the one heading for the chin, watching his movements to see if she can help by making improvements...

Jarril blinks at the sudden movement and concertrates again, making the same movement to block the first move and then twirling the javelin in a half twirl to knock the javelin from his neck.  But feeling a bit out of this since he doesn't know much about this type of weapon to begin with.