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Salamandastron: Secondary Infirmary
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This is the Secondary Infirmary of Salamandastron, the room to where all
wounded beasts who must be treated immediately are taken.  There is a
small alley in the room, with 5 beds each on both sides of it, the back
wall just a mass of cupboards holding herbs, though not as many.  One of
the cupboards has no door, and a string dangles down, looping around a
pulley somewhere below the opening.  It is a dumbwaiter, leading up to
the Main Infirmary, used for transporting herbs and other medical
supplies to the Secondary Infirmary if need be.
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                  Visible Exits:
[Out] to Level One Intersection

There are a few healers and such moving around in the Infirmary, more nurses and such then any thing else, A kind of worried look is on the face of Taron as he packs things into a bag that resembles a back pack. "First patrol after me leave an I be getting the feelin." he says to himself pickings up off the counter and puting them in pouches and his bag.

Padding into the infirmary, Jarril looks about and comes into the room, paws behind his back.  Making his way over to Taron, he smiles.  "Ah, been looking for ya.  We're getting ready soon ta give out the weapons.  Ya the usual standard fair, right?"

Taron sets his bag around and comes to a quick attention, he shakes his head and says "No majar, I got the weapons me mathar had." he says relaxing a bit, "A shart-sard bow and daggar." he smirks slightly and says "Any special armor, or can I just go with me narmal armard tunic?"

Jarril places a paw on his chin and thinks.  "Normal I think.  It's only a patrol.  Don't expect any trouble or that, doncha know.  Take what can keep ya moving fast and not hold ya down."

Taron nods and smirks "Right sar." a deep sigh, "thaugh I be gettin a feelin in me belly," the healer shakes his head and turns back to his bag, "I guess it be just that its me farst patral in a long wile." he smiles and chuckles "It will come back and all will be well, glad to be back and off of leave." he says finaly before closing the bag.

Jarril chuckles and places a paw on Taron's shoulder.  "Listen, I have those feelings ta before a patrol but it's only because any patrol has anything happen in it.  Ya be fine once we're out and actually on our way."  Looking about and removing his paw he nods his head to the activity.  "So anything I should know about in what ya bringing for supplies?"

Taron shrugs and picks up his bag slinging onto his shoulder as he turns around, leaning slightly against the counter. "Just the narmal field supplies, Bandages quick acting herbs already prepaired, water, lots of water." he nods folding his arms tilting his head slightly "Just light things that I think we cauld possibly use."

Jarril nods.  "Well, I leave ya get fully prepared anyways.  I have ta go get ready myself."  With that he turns and heads off.

Salamandastron: Dining Chamber
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This is the dining chamber for the mountain of Salamandastron.  It is a
veritable cavern, the necessity of feeding so many hares making the room
so big.  Dominating the room is a huge banquet table made of solid oak.
Nobeast knows how such a venerable object came to be here, but its
presence is undeniable.  Smaller tables skirt the outside of the room,
each sitting near a large torch burning brightly in its sconce.  The chair
at the head of the table is different from the plain maple chairs that
occupy the rest of the room - it belongs to the Badger Lord.  The massive
object is graced with a carving of the very mountain it is in, with the
sun setting over the sea.
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                  Visible Exits:
[Out]                                 [K]itchens
[M]ain [H]all

Basik walks into the dinning chamber. Eagerly looking around for food, seeing a small plate of scones on the large table he smiles and walks towards them with a bit of a waltz in his step.

Morrow is lurking back near the entryway. She's not really very hungry, an amazing thing for a hare to be able to admit.

Furnier enters the dining room quite uneventfully. His broken arm is now healed enough so that it may be freely moved, though it is in a cast. He looks around at everybeast and everything, casually wandering over to the table.

Basik begins to tear into the scone, you can hear muffled talk between bites

Telek sits towards the edge of the chamber with a glass of water and occupied in a old book its edges frayed and its pages well thumbed.

Jarril is at one of the corners of the room, chatting to some of the other hares, plate in paw, deciding to stand and eat than sit this time around.  Answering some question.  "Aye, the training is getting along.  Mind ya I do have some bruises here and there."

Crimson walks into the chamber, picking up and apple she moves to sit off to the side agenst the wall. Her staff draped over her legs

A delightful delicate and dug itself deep into the corridors of Cyprus' dish.  He devours the flan on his plate, and goes to top it off with a few more after placing a giant heaping of meadowcream on /everything/.  Yes, everything.  Including his floppy ear.  "Blastit!  Friggin' ear o' me grandpappies' hertiage!"  But of course, the ear suddenly looses its misfortune and the air goes to lick the sweet cream off.  "Ooo."

Taron sits at one of the tables near his major, the hare does not eat but instead takes inventory of what he has in his bag and such.

Ayanna comes quietly into the room, bouncing a little baby squirrel in her arms. The little fellow doesn't look to be much over a week old. She peers curiously at all the hares, but smiles when Furnier is spotted, "Hi, Furni!"

Bludstripe strides into the Dining Chamber slowly, hazel eyed gaze misted slightly as his mind remains occupied in thought. He passes by the hares eating their dinner to take his place at the head of the table. His sword gets stood beside his chair as he sits down with a quiet grunt, closing his eyes, and concentrating more fully on the problems wracking his thoughts.

Oron is resting his head on his paw, the other drumming impatiently on the tabletop. Pushing away his plate, the hare sighs long and deep.

Basik begins to talk loudly to the hare next to him, though there conversation can not be understood you do here distinctive laughs ecoing through the chamber

Basik is distracted.  And thus Cyprus goes to work.  Like a one armed bandit, he lunges out for a lone scone on his plate.

Jarril turns his head to face Taron and smiles.  "Oh come on.  Eat something or ya waste away."  The major grins and watches Bludstripe walk through the hall and shakes his head before turning his gaze back to his healer to see if he is getting something.

Opposite her husband, the badgerfemme herself glides in from the mouth of the kitchens. Seems someone's been taking a cooking lesson or two. Apron wound 'round her middle, Stormstripe grins brightly as she spies Blud. She had just been coming out with a plate full of steaming berry scones, you see. Paws tucked into too-small oven mits, she sets the plate on the table, then leans down, giving Blud a light peck on the cheek. "Afternoon, dear." She says softly, then plunks down beside him for a moment. "You look troubled. Why don't you tell an old friend what makes your face so sour-looking?" She mock-scowls, then chuckles.

Basik grabs at the plate as he hears cyprus leaping out for the scone, missing totally he sends a cup of ale flying down the table, wetting everything and everyone within 6 ft... "Ah.. wots tha idea.... un hand me food ya vermin hare." He shouts desperatly, seeing his scone disappear from its plate

Furnier turns as he hears Aya's voice, waving his non-casted paw, which is now holding a scone. XD "Hiya. Come sit over here." he smiles and nods to the chair beside him.

Rahier is sitting off at a somewhat unoccupied part of one of the tables, focusing on the rather well-stacked plate of food in front of him. Oblivious to all the activity, he digs in with a flourish, pausing to occasionally take a drink or add another item of food.

Taron nods and says "Alright sar." he sighs and puts what he has taken out back into his bag, "Just be makin sure I got what I need." he coninues reaching for an apple off the table.

Oron picks idly at a pastie on his plate, gaze wondering around the room.

Panting heavily as she enters the populated Dining Chamber, Kenai rounds the table and sprints to the Badger Lord, Zoey beside him. Skidding to a halt, she stands on tip paw and passes her information from Zoe then to Blud. "Majah Triss an' 'er patrol 'ave found Lain on the beaches, Sah, marm." Kenai steps back, her information and orders finished, overheard by ONLY Blud and Zoe.

Morrow blinks as Kenai enters. She can't hear anything, but whatever news the hare is bringing is obviously...urgent.

Cyprus quickly takes said scone and stuffs it in his mouth.  "Fippim' foomeeshed, 'rm 'm!"  He talks through a mouthful, and retaliates Basik by sending a half-baked flan his way.  "Yoo c'n ha' 'ees!"  Sputter.

Jarril smiles at Taron.  "Good.  So how's ya day been then?  Must be boring being a healer with nothing ta do?"

Oron finally glances up from his plate, and seeing Kenai enter, his ears perk up alarmingly fast. "News." He almost stands up out of his chair.

Ayanna smiles at Furnier and goes to sit next to him in the indicated chair. Kenai goes unnoticed amongst th e bustle of other hares.

Cyprus doesn't notice Kenai.  Because he has a scone at paw.

Basik drops to the floor as the flan drops and smacks him in the face, grabbing his head he yells, "Thats it, ya take me food is one thing..." He jumps up and lunges at cyprus, totally off target he crashes into a nearby chair, sending its occupant falling to the floor with him

Cyprus simply gives Basik an odd look.  "Wit 'at attitude ye could lose a meal!"  He goes to swipe the rest of Basik's meal.  "Like now, wot wot!"

Taron shakes his head "Actualy, its not," he chuckles and looks around "Had ta go around an make sure that the beasts in this mountain are able to preform there duties," he sniffs a smirk, "most of tha lot dant like being asked questions by a healar." he says looking towards the major.

Furnier smiles, and speaks to his wife. "So, how's..." he turns suddenly as a flying hare crashes into a chair. That rhymes. "Huh?"

Cyprus says, "Flippin' hare is a bit flippy in the head."

Ayanna carefully cradles the little baby in her arms, but her gaze drifts curiously toward Basik as he makes a commotion...

Basik rubs his head yet again as a small bump begins to form... deciding it best to give it a rest he slowly gets up and makes his way to the other side of the chamber, head and ego both bruised.

Bludstripe stands quickly, looking to Storm for a moment, "That is the reason my contenance is so bleak Storm." He turns to the door, and follows Kenai out of the Dining Chamber, trying to be as inconspicuous as a 7 foot tall badger can be.

Jarril puts up his paws in mock horror.  "Now, don't ya and the colonel get anymore ideas of spiking my drinks.  Once is quite enough."  He laughs and pops another pastie into his mouth, then swallows.

Oron still continues not to eat, and just watches Kenai in fasination-no, alarm, as Bludstripe leaves too. Is he the only one noticing these odd happenings?

Morrow watches Bludstripe go now, with an arched brow. Okay. Runner out of breath with obviously urgent news. Now the badgerlord leaves. This is the definition of a bad sign.

Telek is still engrossed in his book, only half aware of events about him.

Cyprus's emerald eyes roam over to the exiting Badgerlord and said hair.  A brow is quirked, but he is quickly distracted.  "Did the jolly Lord leave any food, wot?"

Eep. Blue eyes blink as Blud takes his leave. "Well, then." Removing her kitchen mits, Storm rises from the table and looks down to Jarril as he speaks of drinks. Oh dear. Moving to the Major, she bends down to speak with him. "Afternoon, Major." She begins, then motions subtly towards where Kenai and the boar departed. "Does that strike you as a little peculiar?"

Spritz goes out the passage leading to the First Level intersection.

Taron laughs and takes a bit of the apple, "Oh naw sar, I wouldn't be dreamin of such a thing." the healer shakes his head looking the major over for a moment, "Ya dant be lookin like ya be needin some farced sleep." he chuckles again and says "I thaught yad thank me far me kind remedy."

Furnier scratches his head and leans over to speak to Aya, "It's real hectic here. I'm gettin' an 'eadache just watchin', I am." Ayaspeak! XD

Jarril looks to where the badger has gone and nods.  "Aye it does but I am sure we hear about it sooner or later.  Besides I rather get as much food in me before something is wrong, of which I hope I am wrong, ma'am.  If ya get my meaning, wot."  Looking at Storm, then at Taron, he turns his head back to Stormstripe.

Ayanna nods slightly to Furnier, still bouncing the little baby, "Aye....I can't remember the last time I was surrounded by so many beasts, I can't."

Oron looks at Storm, Taron, and Jarril. "I know somethin's goin' on. Kenai looked worried. Eh, oh well, I guess whatever it is, we'll jus' 'ave tah wait for it."

Morrow crosses her arms. Tension. She's just waiting.

Stormstripe bobs her head in a nod, agreeing. "As do I, Major. Well, if it's tuck you are after," She motions towards the plate she'd just set on the table. Already, half the scones have gone missing. Good grief. "Those are fresh. Still steaming, if you have the mind for them." She turns and looks to Oron, smiling calmly. "Of course. Until then, I'd suggest you watch your plate. There are plate-thieves about, you know."

Furnier shrugs, and instead of taking notice of the hares, he instead offers a plate of scones, now only two left :P, to Aya. "Here y'are. Breakfast."

Taron laughs listening to the badger lady, "Oh, dant warry marm, they prablilbly went to good use." he smirks and goes back to his apple.

Oron chuckles to himself, pulling his plate closer to him. He glances left and right suspisciously. "That's a definite, marm. I make sure to bap 'em on the head if they put a paw on my food, wot!"

Jarril grins and shows his full plate already.  "I have enough food, thank ya.  Runner has ta make sure he doesn't over eat and can't run as fast, doncha know."  The major still priding himself as a fast runner.  Seeing Stormstripe put her attention to other things, the major looks about to see no one else is missing from the room like any colonels.  As he does this he munches onto a scone in thought.

Cyprus's eyes continue to scan across the table at where Bludstripe was originally sitting.  Spotting no food whatsoever, he returns his search for his end of the table.  Both paws gingerly select food like trackers on a trail.  And at the end of the trail is food.  Yay!  "Boundin' me lot, I can ne'r eat enough."

Ayanna smiles and takes the offered plate, she grins as she picks up a scone, "I think it's more like lunch by now, it is, Furni..." And then she starts munching on said scone, still cradling little Kail in her other arm.

Oron gobbles up a pastie, the food seeming to just -materialize- into thin air. "Mff... scrunch..."

Furnier shrugs. "Bah. I missed breakfast, so it's breakfast." he winks, and smiles at his li'l family. ^_^

Rahier continues to eat. The healer gives only sparing glances to the other groups in the hall..whatever is happening, it can't be as important as the food, can it? Mwa.

"Don't bap them too hard. They need what smarts they have left in their noggins." The badger chortles with a grin. She turns to cast a glance towards Cyprus, an amused grin causing her cheeks to puff up. "Like that one there, you see. A plate-thief for certain." She says, winking at Oron. Now.. Waiting. Stormstripe is distracted.

Food dematerializes in Cyprus' mouth.  A paw shovels in what happens to be a smidgeon of meadowcream, but it so happens to be Oron's paw.  He quickly sputters it out.  "Sorry, m'lady!  Apologies, wot wot!"  But the hare grins.  "But ye are as sweet as Meadowcream, ye know."  Run!  He's flirting!  c.c

Morrow actually drums her fingers on her arm. Whatever is going on, it's taking ages to involve her, or otherwise inform her of the need to be worried or stand down.

Oron smiles jovially, licking his paws. "A nod and a wink's good to me..." Oron pauses, flushing mightily. "E'cuse me? I'm no accursed lady, as you cannot see. But the apology's fine tah me, wot!"

Jarril is in deep thought now and does look to the door now and again that leads out of the dining chamber.  Putting down the plate, he's had enough of food for now, not caring of the other hares that take it.  The major is a bit worried, what's taking the badger lord so long if it isn't anything that important.

Cyprus suddenly turns stark red.  Like a raddish.  "Eh... I was talking to... M'Lady!"  He gestures to Stormstripe.  Yus.  Blame it on the badger.  c.c

Ewan waltzes into the dining chamber, in search of something edible to fill the bottomless pit he fancies calling a stomach. To his great surprise, a congregation of almost absurd proportions is currently seated right smack in the middle of where he was /planning/ on eating. Hmph. The buck scratches the back of his skull curiously; there is /definately/ something he's missed. Bigshock. c.c;

Oron scowls heavily, but can't help emitting a splutter. "Weird... no one's e'er called me a lady before..." He flutters his eyelashes jokingly. "Am I a pretty lady?"

Ay, blame. Where? Distracted as she may be, she's not deaf. Storm turns to look at Cyprus, blinking for a moment while she registers what he'd said. "I.. beg your pardon?" She questions, the indignant tone in her voice edging on the side of a joke. Fake. "Oh, well.. *Cough* I've always had a taste for harepaws?"

Cyprus coughs loudly.  "I mean... Well..."  Cough.  Embarrassmutter.  "No.  Your an ugly cactus."  Nya.  c.c

Cyprus says, "In a nice way.  Mebbe.  Hehee."

Oron snaps his fingers downheartedly. "Aww... phooey. Cactuses are nice, though. I'd rather be a lady than a cactus any flippin' day, though, wot!" He chuckles again.

Cyprus simple... gets up quickly and seats himself as far away as he can from Oron.  He still carries his beet-red look.  Muttermutter.  "...Confounded.  Why arn't ye a female?  Bah.  Now I look like an idiot."  He glances around.  From the expression on a few around him, they spell 'idiot'.  Yay.  c.c

Jarril frowns slightly and shifts about slightly, something un-easing the hare but just cannot put it together at the moment.  Excusing himself, the major walks away from the rest of them, he leans against the wall and goes to his thoughts with his eyes shut.  Muttering to himself, he gives the dining room chamber another look for his patrol members, noting where they are sitting or standing as the case may be, then resumes his thinking.

Ewan pauses in front of the table with the largest population, paws alighting upon the wood. The buck peers pointedly into the faces of his peers, searching for some clue as to the Patrol gathering here in the dining hall, not in the slightest abashed by his ignorance. After a moment of static, he clears his throat. "I know I sound like a blighter, but what is going on?"

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