03:05 AM

Taron Sits at a table in the middle of the rec room, Several empty glasses next to him, for a healer he obvously can drink. The healer sits back in his chair drinking a glass of what looks like rum.

Jarril is already in the room, sitting in a corner, drinking a non alcoholic drink quietly and minding his own business.

Taron Stands up leaving his four of five glasses on the table. He moves over towards the bar not showing any signs that he has been drinking. He sits down a few seats away from the major and says "Good evenin to ya sar."

Jarril just nods.  "'vening."  He takes another sip of his drink and relaxes, although he isn't exactly comfortable with it but rather than face more wrath or spiked drinks, he decides to take it easy for a short time each day.

Taron sniffs and waves to the bar hare for another drink, "Well, sar, were you informed?" he looks over to him finishing his rum, "I requested a transfer to yer patrol."

Jarril blinks and looks at Taron for a moment.  "Oh, reason for?"  He enquires at the hare.

"I would be careful Major..." Logain speaks out as he stands in the doorway. "...the lad here drinks abit too much.."

Jarril shrugs.  "Not drinking that stuff."  He smiles and sips more of his strawberry fizz cordial.

Taron chuckles slightly, "I dont drink too much, only enough to take me mind of the idea of war." he shakes his head and looks to the major "Well, You need a healer, and I like the way you think sar." he nods his head and says "From what I ave hard, yar a fine leader."

"Perhaps..I will head for the infirmary...then outside." Logain turns for the door...

Taron shakes his head and says "Oh come now." he turns to the badger and says "I prominse not to drink ifin you both cheer up, Docters orders." he sighs and pushes his rum away and looks over at the bar hare, "Water please." Noding he winks at the badger and says "I aint hard yer story yet, you ran off last night before I could aske ya." he smiles and says "Come one sar please."

Jarril doesn't speak but just stays quiet, sipping his drink now and again and then speaks.  "I am happy, just being quiet."

"There is no story to tell. Excuse me..." Logain steps out into the hall.

Jarril just stares at Taron.  "Shy thing, ain't he?"

Taron nods and says "Aye sar," he sighs "That he is." he smirks and says "Well, sar, I know times be bad an all, but I Would shur like it if you would cheer up," he sniffs "oh and sorry for tha drink I gave ya, It was an order so.."

Jarril nods.  "I do that, but if ya excuse me, I best head off and all."  He gets up and downs the rest of his drink.  "Don't worry, I know the colonel gave the order."  He smiled.  "I check the request papers t'morrow about ya transfer and talk it over with the colonel."

Salamandastron: Infirmary
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This is the infirmary for the long patrol.  This room is one of the most
well lit rooms in the whole of Salamandastron, with several candles placed
strategically along the shelves and cupboards.  Many wooden beds line the
walls of this room, each outfitted with impeccably clean white linen
sheets.  This unfortunately limits the walking space in this room.  Where
there are not beds there are shelves and cabinets that hold a variety of
different medical equipment, mostly needles and bandages.  A single stone
sink is firmly lodged into one of the counters.  The sink is not fancy, in
fact it is quite awkward. It is a necessity, nonetheless.  An open closet
is in the corner of the room, storing a surplus of compact cots, in the
unusual case of mass injuries. The room usually has several nurse hares in
it, roaming around tending to various injuries.
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        [Out] to Level Three        [Herb] Room

Oxeye shifts in his cot, a smile unwillingly crossing his muzzle. He shakes it away quickly, looking at the ceiling and trying to keep his mind off the awakened Major. "Ah, why don't y'wait a moment, Stripes..."

The badger kneels down in front of Triss and speaks quietly to her. "I have something for you bravery...." He holds up the wrapped package to her.

Salamandastron: Jarril's Dormitory(#212959RA)
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This is one of the dormitories of the mountain of Salamandastron.  The
room is sparsely furnished, the perilous hare that inhabits it no doubt
too busy to have time to collect many things.  A small oak table is on one
side of the room with four chairs made of cherry wood sitting around it.
Against the opposite wall sits a mattress, barely more than a sturdy
rectangular sack of carefully stuffed with hay.  Another oaken door rather
near the bed leads off to a small closet.
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[Out] to Hallway

***Later***

Logain knocks from Salamandastron: Dormitory Hallway 2 (Leaders' Dormitories).

Jarril shouts "come in."

Logain has arrived.

The badger slowly opens the door. Over his shoulder is his pack and at his side attached to his belt is a sack, identical to one Oxeye has on himself usually. Logain looks in. The beast seems to not have had much sleep and looks abit tired. "May I speak with you Jarril...?"

Jarril blinks while he's over his table and nods.  "What can I do for ya?"

"I will be leaving shortly and probably will not be returning. I feel I have worn out my welcome and have just upset the ones whom dwell here as I understand little of what goes on. I wish to help but I feel I do more harm then anything else." The large badger furrows his brow. "I have spoken with Zoe and she is quite angered with me as I spoke instead of listened as I should have. I have gotten pushy when it comes down to fighting the corsairs....and know of one way to win against them but I went about it wrongly.."

Jarril sighs slightly and leans back in his chair.  "Aren't ya being a bit hasty in this decision?"  Slowly getting up, the hare moves about and then looks at the badger for a moment and continues.  "Look, ya can't get through life without making a mistake and ya can't get through life being friends with everyone, but I know one thing.  Ya just keep hitting the same problem if ya keep running away if things don't work out first time."

Quirking his brow, the badger shakes his head. "I do not believe it is hasty, but a good idea as so I do not upset anyonee else further. I helped when it was needed...and was helped in returned." Logain stretches slightly. "....I have problems now...it is the first time."

Jarril frowns slightly.  "Then deal with it directly and not walk away, but I won't stop ya."  The hare says quietly.  "Ya have a free choice on what ya want ta do I suppose."

"I know.." Logain nods slowly. "I...did wish to join you..."

Jarril nods.  "I don't know if ya can or not, ya should talk ta the colonels about that one."

"Colonels? I don't believe that would be possible..isn't Zoe one?" Logain blinks.

Jarril nods. "She is."

"That answers that then my friend..." Logain speaks quietly.

Jarril nods.  "Well, whatever ya decide I wish ya good luck."

"I see..." Logain nods abit. "I wish things were not going as they are now my friend..."

Jarril nods and goes back to his chair.  "Well, I hope ya decide on what ta do.  Now if ya excuse me I have some things ta do."

"Alright. Honor to serve. I hope we meet again and not in battle..." Logain nods and heads out the door, closing it lightly.

Salamandastron: Library

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Here lies the collective efforts of a few good, intellectual hares of the mountain. Over the seasons, this room, which was once little more than a storage room, has been converted into a quite functional library, filled with books of all sorts. The room is staggered with bookshelves, all crafted within the mountain, which reach very nearly to the ceiling, with only a foot or two of space above them, in most instances. And, surprisingly, the shelves are basically all full. Apparently, over the seasons, hares have donated books, and books that were previously stored elsewhere have been brought here.

Some books are older than any of the hares alive in the mountain, and, even more, some are nearly as old as the mountain, itself. These sort are usually journals and records - histories of the mountain. In fact, there is an entire section of this, in a corner of the room, which one can only get to by making their way through the maze of bookshelves to that corner, which is quite like a room in and of itself, closed in by walls on two sides and bookshelves on the two others. However, in the center of the main room, there are two tables set, and upon these books like, some open and some closed, despite the efforts of the librarian hare to keep them on the shelves.
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                  Visible Exits:
[Back] to Second Level Intersection   [C]orner of Library
[R]ecords [R]oom

Nodding meekly and wiping the tears off her cheeks with the sailcloth material wrapped around her paws, Lain gives a winning smile to Zoe, hugging the colonel back briefly before looking towards the Library with a resolute expression.  "Thank you, Zoe," she murmurs quietly to the colonel, managing a shy smile of sorts before taking a step forward to the Library...

The door to the library slowly creaks open, the door held by a short walking stick. Slowly but surely making her way in, one pawstep at a time. Though bandaged, Triss' clothes cover most of the evidence, the only thing visible being her splinted and bandaged paws. Her right rests on the padded handle of a cane, of similar height to Zoe's and make of hardwood. Giving a glance up, Triss spies Zoe and Lain exiting the record room, and Oxeye headed for the door. "Er...'ello..." she murmurs, immediately looking around for a seat...

Moving back from where he was sitting at a desk full of books, scrolls and maps, Jarril stretches and moves his neck slightly to a audio-able crack coming from it.  Stopping for a moment, the hare places a paw around the back and gives it a rub with a free paw while wincing.  Looking about, he smiles and see's that it was missed and moves over to the book shelf and places a book back into it's place.

"Not a problem, m'gel." She gives a chipper smile, but then winces, her headache suddenly reminding her of itself. Shaking her head a bit and rubbing her temple, she snatches up her cane as they walk past it and pushes open the door, re-entering the library with Lain at her side. She releases her hug as they enter the larger room and smiles down at Lain. "Now, why don't we go 'n' sit ovah at tha' table, eh?" She gestures to one of the reading tables and limps over to it, but then she spies Triss. "'Ey, majah! Why doncha come 'n' join us, eh?" With that, she takes a seat, setting down her walking stick.

Oxeye's one eye flicks towards the doorway as Triss enters. He grunts, throwing a weak salute, and tries to keep moving without speaking to her. The hare side-steps the Major, his step a little shakey, and keeps moving... His ear jerks as he hears Zoe, which only causes Ox to quicken his pace towards the door.

Jarril moves back to his desk and picks up a few more books and continues to place them back into their homes, his research finished for the day.  Moving about the desks and all, he makes extra care not to disturb anyone at all, slipping them back onto the shelf, moving to another shelf and placing the book back until he has no books left and moves back to his desk, still littered with stuff.

Giving a hopeful glance at Ox, Triss sighs as he silently dismisses her. With a heavy shrug, she blinks at Zoe, "Er...thanks..." she murmurs, hobbling over to the table and taking great care in sitting down. "Afternoon..." she mutters, carefully placing her cane against the table with fingers that are still too painful to bend. "Er..." she stutters, looking between Lain and Zoe.

Jarril continues to move about in the background at the other end of the library, moving quite fast back and forwards.  Sometimes with books in his arms, the other times he's on his way back to the desk with nothing at all.  Eventually the pile of stuff on the desk the major had been sitting at all day dwindles away slowly.

Giving a rather soft look to Triss despite her past agonies, Lain gives an assuring smile to the major, resisting the temptation to help her sit down more comfortably.  "You wouldn't be able to stand that," the little voice in her head says, a slight blink in acknowledgement to it the only physical reflection.  "Afternoon, Tri--err...Major," she corrects herself.

With light feet, and a surreptitious look of glee, Caero enters the room.  He glances around, and stands to salute at the officers present.  After performing this duty, Caero wordlessly walks over to the bookshelves,  musing to himself:  "Ach ... where do they keep it ... 'dvanced fencin' ... Ah know they have it ... "  He finds a tome after some searching and rummaging, and turns about and walks against the wall.  There is some page flipping, and a steady drone of mumbling as Caero reads and remarks to himself some notes on the materials.

Smiling fondly at Lain, Triss shakes her head, rethinking the urge to give her a pat on the paw. "Lain, y'c'n call me Triss..." she says quietly. Hearing the slight shuffling of Jarril's movements, Triss turns around abruptly, giving a wince at her stupidity in that action. "Hi! Jarril...wotcha doin'?" she asks, trying to keep her voice down after a glare from the librarian-hare. "Come'n join us..."

Jarril stops for a moment as he is carrying several scrolls of maps.  "Oh, just some catching up on stuff, that's all.  Won't be a tick."  He dissappears behind some bookshelf and noises of scrolls being placed back into their places can be heard faintly.

Looking after Oxeye as he walks to the door, Zoe inwardly winces, attempting to become as small as possible as she huddles herself in her chair and raises a paw to cover the side of her face that is closest to Ox. -Hiding-? Realizing her odd behavior, she coughs weakly and offers the others now at the table a brief smile. "Ah, so! How's everyone doin' this fine aftahnoon? Or is evenin'?" She arches a brow.

Oxeye pauses briefly, glancing over his shoulder at the other hares. The hare's gaze linger a bit too long and, with a small cough, he limps towards the door.

Jarril moves back into view and moving back to the desk, he idly cleans the feather and puts the ink pot back in it's place and then picks up his own two scrolls and makes his way to one of the hares and hands one over.  "Make sure that is in Colonel's Sundew's office please."  He see's the hare nod and go out fo the library and makes his way to the table where the others are.

Smiling at the major, Lain gives a sympathetic wince as Triss turns a little too quickly in her chair, rubbing her canvas-bound paws idly.  It's one thing to use the sailcloth that once blew you from one island to another, but it's another to have a colonel tie it around your raw paws, she thinks to herself, a fond smile playing on her lips.

Caero makes a motion with his paw that would mimic a flourish with a sword.  He nods slowly to the tome he is reading, and walks over to a vacancy at a table.  He reaches for some ink and a quill, and pulls a parchment from his pocket; Caero scribbles some text and a few sketches on it.  He reads some of it to himself, mainly techniques and famous fencers, and walks to the shelf, and places the book back, withdrawing another.  He lingers by the shelf, browsing the texts in the book.

Giving a slight smile at Zoe, Triss slowly leans back in her chair. The Major watches Jarril out of the corner of her eyes as he crosses to them, Triss gently shoving a chair out for him. "Afternoon, Jar..." she murmurs.

Jarril nods and sits down, placing the scroll on the table and replies back.  "Afternoon already?"  He blinks for a moment and grins.  "Hmm, time must've gone on further than I thought."  He goes on to say something else but stops when he see's Zoe, deciding not to indulge the information on missing lunch.  Bringing up another topic.  "How are ya today?"  Looking at Triss.

Eyeing Triss thoughtfully, Zoe sits back in her chair, resting her paws in her lap. "Y'know, Triss.. I still need t' have a talk with ye. But," she smiles slightly, "I imagine that c'n wait a few days. Either that or Blud'll get around t' it. But I somehow have an eye that a talk wit' me.. would be less, er, smarting." She chuckles a bit, then glances to the smiling Lain and then to Jarril as he sits down. "Ah, greetings, Jarril. And how're -you- doin', then? Sleepin' well?" Smirk.

Jarril nods.  "Aye, I am sleeping well.  Ya be happy ta know all my work is done now, so free mostly for the rest of the day unless something happens that requires another report."

Triss nods, silent, in Zoe's direction. She's known that she was going to get that talk the moment the damn wildcat had her hogtied. "Aye, Zoe...I'd much rather get it from you...might be a bit easier on the ol' ears..." a slight smile creases Triss' lips and she folds her arms over her chest,, heaving a sigh.

Jarril rolls his eyes on that one and shakes his head.  "Oh come on, if I had ta go listen ta lord bludstripe, than ya can as well."

Triss winces. "I'd rather not," she says quietly to Jarril. "Iff'n I c'n avoid it...I'd rather not..." she gives him a rather serious looking face, biting her lip and staring at the grain in the table.

An unpleasantly loud crash issues from a bookshelf in the back, and the librarian hurries off to 'catch' whoever's dropped a book. Zoe likewise notices it, with a visible wince. "Blasted headache.." Trailing off, she rubs her temple lightly, peering around at the others with a slight, residual frown. "Well, Triss does deserve the dressin' down more than ye, Jarril.." She glances at Triss with a gently arched eyebrow. "But, I've a feelin' she's got all the punishment she needs and more, than the likes o' me -or- Bludstripe could give."

"Aye, I deserve thrice the punishment Jarril recieved..." she trails off at Zoe's last sentence. The major looks down at her broken paws, heaving a sigh. "Blud couldn't do much worse..." she says quietly, once again thinking longingly back to her longbow...

Caero replaces the book that he was reading back into the shelf.  He grins nervously, and walks over to the group of beasts.  "If ah may ask, now, ah's ah was off on mah patrol affer th' 67th (an' jus' got back), exactly wha' was it tha' happened over th' last few days - with the punishments and all..."  He states in his affected speech, and takes a step or two back.

Looking up sharply at the word 'punishment', Lain looks to Zoe, wide-eyed before turning her gaze directly on Triss, biting her lip hesitantly as a thought passes her mind.  "Zoe...you better get some sleep," she murmurs, trying to change the topic to better suit the broken-hearted Major.  Nudging Zoe to imply that she really shouldn't bother Triss much more about 'punishment', Lain quickly dashes out the door to the kitchens...

Rahier enters quietly, noticing the group. He steps over to one of the bookshelves, and hmms, running a finger across the spines of the books in thought.

Jarril doesn't say anymore on the subject and looks around slightly.  "So anything else happen today then?"

Zoe_Lang absently shakes her head at Lain's suggestion of sleep. "The headache's not from lack o' sleep..." She trails off as Lain hurries off and glances back to Triss and Jarril, flashing them a half-grin. "Had a bit too much t' drink last night, apparently. Also.. I got a bit angry at our visitin' badger. Er. Not in tha' order. Got angry.. and then drunk." Her grin grows into a smirk. "Not a very hospitable host, am I. Feel a bit bad 'bout it. Think I'll have a talk with 'im latah on."

Jarril blinks.  "If he's still about.  He was on about leaving when he came and saw me in my room this morning."  The major going quiet.  "He was fully packed and all.  I tried ta change his mind."

Rahier slides a volume from the shelf, opening it and flipping through a few pages. He places it back on the shelf, moves down the row a few titles and repeats the process with another book. He places this one under his arm and moves down to another bookshelf.

Caero's eye's widen slightly,  and he leaves, clutching his notes and the hilt of his dirk protectively.

"He gave me a nickname. 'Pridefire'." Zoe winces with regret. "I told 'im I didn't hold t' silly dibbun fantasies, nor their nicknames." She shrugs slowly, "He was just... gah. I know, I know. I'll talk t' him. And don't you worry 'bout him bein' gone, Jarril. He was still wanderin' about an hour or two."

Jarril nods slowly.  "Ta be honest, I think we may need all the help when war really starts."

Well its either a coincidence or dumb luck as Logain is now standing in the doorway of the hall as Caero leaves. He blinks as the hare blows by him rather quickly and furrows his brow. Logain looks in but he doesn't say a word.

Not having noticed Logain in the doorway, Zoe continues on, leaning across the table to Jarril and lowering her voice so that it would only be heard by those sitting at the table. "True 'nough, but I do want ye t' discourage him from discussin' battle tactics with ye, Jarril. I don't want him goin' and gettin' himself or othahs killed with some fool-hardy idea or anothah. He was hatchin' one last night before I started yellin' at 'im." She shakes her head slightly, and it is then that she looks up and towards the door, eyebrows raising. "Speak o' the devil."

Jarril nods slowly.  "Well, ta be honest.  I haven't."  He looks down at his scroll and ponders for a few moments.  "I think everyone has been making silly mistakes as of late on this whole mess anyways.  Me included."

Rahier swivels an ear toward the conversation. He remains, however, thoroughly engrossed in his looking.

The badger simply nods a hello. Logain stays silent, brow furrowed and ears flattened. He simply waits and listens, making no comments.

"Good 'nough, then..." She then looks to Logain, once again, and stands up, gesturing the badger over with a paw. "Logain, why doncha come on ovah? We're just havin' a bit of idle chit-chat, we are." She balances lightly on her good paw, resting a paw on the back of her chair, trying to offer the badger a welcoming, if hesitant, smile.

"I..am alright where I am. Just..wanted to read abit more..if that is alright? I'll be sure to be out of the way and quiet..." Logain nods.

Taron room-pages, "Hawdy Y'all ol jeb got that thar cable modem rady so as I can now go real quick like on my computer mijigger.".

Again, that incessant humming. Oh, wait. There's whistling with it this time. Widdie passes by the library's doorway and seems to disappear down the hall. Her humming abruptly stops, and she back peddles, peering in. "Oh! There y'chaps are. Can I int'rest any in some iced tea an' crumpets?" Her ears raise expectantly.

Jarril looks at Widdie and nods.  "Hmmm.  Yes."  He gets up and looks about.  "I think I go have them in more comfortable surroundings.  Anyone want ta go ta the recreation room?"  He looks about for a moment.

Taron room-pages, "My step dad pulled out my connection and put a new one in and nothing happened".

Frowning slightly, though not in anger, Zoe nods a bit at Logain, "If'n ya wish, Logain..." Trailing off, she shifts her attention to Widdie, breaking out into a wide grin at the sight of her. She then staggers forward, grasping lightly at her throat, "Oh, aye, missus.. I a-fear that if'n I don't get some o' that iced tea that I might jus' -perish-, doncha know?" She gulps melodramatically, and then pulls herself back up to her full height, giving Widdie a jaunty salute. "Much 'preciated, m'gel."

Jarril picks up his scroll and begins to head out, preferring to go nick one of those comfy chairs instead elsewhere, before dissappearing from view.

Salamandastron: Recreation Room
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The recreation room for the army of the Longpatrol. Here soldiers come to
relax after a hard day's work and the officers come for a game of cards or
a quick drink by the fire. The room is quite large, having to deal with a
lot of hares at one time. Along one wall there is a large worktop with
some cuhsioned stools lining one side of it. On the other side of the
worktop there stand many kegs and bottles, lined so that they can be
easily opened by someone standing on the inside of the bar but well out of
reach of the rowdy hares on the other side. There are a few woollen cloths
on the bar and mats in front of each stool. The next thing nearest to the
bar are the round tables, each with 4 chairs around and a lantern in the
middle of each one. There are a couple of slightly larger oval tables with
8 seats around, obviously for larger crowds. The other end of the room is
littered with armchairs, comfortable armchairs,  each pair with a small
table in between. The armchairs are near the fire, used to heat the room
and provide extra comfort for the relaxing soldiers.
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[Out]

Jarril finds a perfect place to sit and settles down in a chair that is a circle of chairs around a table.  Being nice and soft, the major sighs happily, glad to sit on something than hard wood from the library all day and rests back happily.

Entering the recreation room, mug of iced tea in paw, Zoe hums a tune lightly under breath. She steers far clear of the bar, making her way over towards the armchairs and the fire, where she sinks down into one mercifully, sipping lightly upon her non-alcoholic drink. "Mmm.." Her eyes drift shift and she sits back, snuggling into the cushiony-soft chair.

Rahier steps in. He makes a beeline towards the bar, and snags a tall drink, and moves to sit in one of the armchairs by the fire.

Widdie scuffles in after Zoey, still humming something lively to herself. The tray in her paws is held quite steady, though the mugs clatter against one another minutely with each step. The basket of crumpets is looped on her arm, the handles holding it securely. She sets the tray down upon the bar, and then the basket. "Feel free t'nibble on howevah many y'like, there's more in the oven near done."

Jarril nods and moves up to where the stuff had been placed and takes a few crumpets and a mug before returning back to his seat.  "Thank ya, Widdie."  He says happily.

"Very welcome, Majah." Widdie says, bowing her head dutifully. "Any requests for th'kitchens? Desserts, other drinks?" The Cook looks around the rec room expectantly.

Jarril perks his ear up.  "Any cold trifle's at all?"  He looks at Widdie for a moment expectantly while nibbling on a crumpet.

Oxeye shuffles into the chamber, grumbling to himself -- back to moody Oxeye ;) Both of his paws are bandaged now. Odder still, the bandages that enwrap the paw that was not shattered in his recent fight are faintly crimson. His eyes dart to the bar and he winces visibly. Instead, he shuffles in the direction of the fireplace -- but catches wind of a familiar hare and immediately freezes. Dropping his ears to hopefully prevent him from being identified, Ox moves to the farthest corner and slumps down.

Well Log's got his face in a book as he walks into the rec room, probably taking a wrong turn. The badger still his his pack over his shoulder as he reads and keeps walking perhaps right into someone as he isn't paying any attention at all.....

Widdie considers Jarril's question, eyes ticking at the ceiling in thought. "Why, yes, sah! There's a new bunch cooling at the moment. Would y'like one?"

Jarril chuckles as he looks at Widdie.  "I don't know what I would do without ya amazing abilities of getting what anyone wanted."  He nods.  "Aye, something cool ta get rid of the warmth of the summer.  Ya know what's best, wot."

Glancing up at Widdie's voice, Zoe smiles beguilingly. "Mayhaps bring a plate up of the trifles, eh?" She takes another sip of her iced tea. "By the way, this is spiffin' -wonderful-, Widdie m'gel. Have t' say, I prefer yer crumpets t' that ladle-brandishin' old cook who lords ovah the kitchen, most times." She winks, then spies Oxeye and falls silent, hunkering down lower in her chair.

Jarril blinks and looks to where Oxeye is and then turns his head to the colonel and raises up a brow in question while he tucks into another crumpet.

Widdie chuckles at both the Major and the Colonel. "Right, with you two about I'll nevah lose a job, wot! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a plate of trifles that seem to be on demand." The Cook winks and pops out the door and downstairs.

WWWHHHHHAAMMMMMM!!!! There goes Logain, right into the wall. He stumbles backwards, trips over a chair and falls flat on his back....right at Jarril's footpaws. The large book flies out of his paws..right towards Oxeye.

Jarril jumps slightly from the commodotion and drops his crumpet.  "What the bally flip is going on!"  He looks down at the badger.  "Hmmm, not having a good day, then?"

Oxeye's brow furrows, toying with the pendant thoughtfully. He seems deep in thought, shrinking back into the corner to concentrate. Suddenly, with the advent of the flying book, Oxeye drops the arrowhead. He catches the hefty tome in his injured paws, grunting and gritting his teeth. He scowls, setting the book down on a nearby table... The arrowhead lays forgotten. "Bloody 'ell, Stripes," he grumbles -- the commotion undoubtedly attracted attention, something he was trying to avoid today.

Rahier looks around at the commotion, taking a drink. He gets caught between swallowing and laughing, and coughs loudly a few times.

The doors to the rec room comes in and the bored healer comes in a smile on his face "An thats that, been proven wrong by a fighter and missed bluddy dinnar." he sighs and moves over toward the bar and stops when he notices the badger on the ground "You alright thar fella?"

And as he lies there for a long moment, flat on his back, the badger blinks abit. Ears flattened and eyes half-closed now Logain grumbles slightly. ".....ow."

Jarril settles down again and relaxes as if this sort of thing happens a lot in the mountain with drunk hares anyways.

Distracted by the badger's unintentional antics, Zoe's eyes widen imperceptibly as the book flies at Oxeye, but she grins, pleased, as he catches it without it hurting him or him hurting it. "Aye, good catch there, Ox!" She calls, forgetting momentarily that she's avoiding him. However, she remembers quickly and she drops back down into her chair, coughing slightly. "Heh."

Well he gets up and blinks as the healer hare comes over. "I'm fine..thanks.." He gets to his footpaws. "Sorry..for intruding." He goes to Oxeye. "May I have the book back?"

Jarril turns his head to Zoe and looks at her.  "What's up?"

"Theyah heeeyah!" Widdie says with a bright grin, once again appearing in the Rec Room. Between her paws is another tray, plates with chilly trifles set on them. She begins to move around the room. "Grab which'n looks good to ye." She blinks at the badger on the floor.. "I say, would y'like some ice, sah?"

Oxeye's ear lifts at Zoe's voice. Before he can stop himself, Ox smirks and calls back: "Aye, almost as good as my victory last night, eh, C'nel?" Immediately regretting his words, he actually welcomes Logain's arrival. "Ah, sure, Logain..." he grins awkwardly, lifting the book. "Nex' time watch what y'doing, though... What is that book anyway? Its heavier than you, Stripes."

Jarril is a bit distracted as he picks out a strawberry trifle and begins to tuck into it, sighing happily as he licks his moustache.  "Mmmm.  These are absolutely spiffingly good."  He tucks in again and savours the trifle slowly to enjoy the taste and the coldness of it.

"....just a book. History mostly...some art..." Logain speaks rather quietly and takes the book. The badger glances at Widdie. "No thanks.." He then heads for the door again. Odd...

Taron smirks as he turns to see who if offerin drink and food, he smiles and says "got any of those rolls Lass?" he asks moving towards her.

Rahier finishes his coughing fit. "Makin a racket like that when a beast's tryin to enjoy his drink. Bad form, wot." He mutters. He pulls one of the books he obtained earlier from his pack, flips it open, and begins reading.

Smiling slightly from her hunkered down position in the chair as Oxeye gives his retort, Zoe glances at Jarril and shakes her head, "Ah, nothin', Jarril. Nothin' at all." She then stands up and confiscates a couple of the trifles before returning to her seat, where she nibbles contentedly.

Jarril looks at the badger and ponders slightly, calling out.  "Mind ya put that book back when ya finished with it mind."  Remembering it was one from the library.  "Don't want that hare ta be angry at ya in there."  He goes back to his trifle and ponders on a few things, turning his head to the colonel and speaks in a hushed voice so only her could hear.  "Colonel.  Something's been bothering me.  Isn't it wierd that someone arrives just at the time of our battle in the patrol, then later states that if they didn't fire at him then all of a sudden he's keeping well out of anyone's way."  Jarril frowns.  "Sorry, maybe I am just worrying over nothing, ya know what I am like sometimes."  The major doesn't say anything else but continues eating his trifle while watching Logain.

Widdie turns an ear towards her interrogator and brightens. "Tary! Rolls? There's a basket of crumpets on the bar-counter there. Though, there's still quite a bit of trifle's here if y'd like.." She looks to Logain with blinking eyes. "If not ice, how 'bout some trifle?"

You room page-pose, "Jarril does know that he could be making a honest mistake but.  He's only acting on information he's getting ICly and from his IC obversations.  No offence Logain."

"Wouldn't be the only hare ma..." Logain stops realizing what he was about to say. "Yes Jarril...I will." The badger stops and places the book under his left arm. "Maybe fire at me and I won't keep out of your way?" Now..is that a grin slowly forming on Logain's face? Maybe.

Taron nods to Widdie, "well than lets try one of the Truffles." he smiles reaching out for one and says "So, how was makin dinnar tonight Widdie?" he asks a smile on his face.

"I.... admit that he's an odd badger - certainly not like any I've evah met, but I don't think he's planning anythin' -underhanded-..." Zoe frowns consideringly, glancing in Logain's direction. "I would say tha' there's a reason he's a woodland creature, and a loner.. He doesn't, ah, quite know how t' act 'round othah creatures." Her voice is also kept low so that none other than Jarril can hear it. "I jus' think he's a bit.. odd, is all. Nothin' dangerous. Mayhaps not the most honorable o' beasts, what with his comment about almost leaving us without aid at the battle, but... not sinister, I shouldn't think."

Well Logain gets the booke and heads for the door again, tapping the cover of it. He glances around abit, brow furrowed slightly and almost walks into the wall near the door.... (new pose)

Oxeye's eye rolls across each hare, pausing occadsionally. He watches Zoe and Jarril converse with vague interest, then turns his eyes to Logain. With a heavy sigh, the hare rises to his paws -- leaving the arrowhead behind, under his chair. Shifting his weight, Ox again makes for the door, muttering to himself.

Jarril doesn't respond right away and nods back at the colonel, still speaking in hushed voice.  "That's all that is bothering me, that comment about not helping if he wasn't shot at.  He could be a neutral and if the other side wanted ta pay him more or it was more profitable..."  The hare stops and nods his head at Zoe and continues.  "Aye, ya right, I am probably worrying about nothing."

Widdie shrugs one shoulder gingerly. "Same as usual, really. Nothing got burnt, to my surprise." She sets the trifle-tray down on the counter and says aloud, "Feel free t'pick off'n this tray at random." She then turns back to Taron with a grin. "How was the infirmary this aftahnoon?"

Rolling her eyes rather irritatedly as she finds Zoe in the Rec. Room, Lain sighs, having lugged a trayful of mint tea to the Library only to be kicked out.  Sliding the tray of now cold tea, she takes a sip from one of the cups, scanning the room idly, realizing that Zoe's probably in a earnest leader conversation with her major.

Taron shrugs and says "Well it be tha same as normal also, it was a little interesting when a leverat bumped his head and his ma though he was diein." he chuckles and says "Lad just ade a little bump."

And...Logain's gonna be blunt. Once he returns from the library, the book gone, the badger walks up to Zoe, trying to act as if not scared. Yah..big, baby badger. "I want to fight by the Patrol's side against the Corsairs...I want to...be with them. None have ever granted me a home..be it for good or temporary. Everything I have I have fought for...as have you. If I have disrespected any of you, I meant no harm at all. You have shown me friendships...and I have shown you little more then a cold shoulder. It is a honor to serve and to have met the Long Patrol..."

Shaking her head vigorously, Zoe watches Logain almost run into a wall, once again. "Nonono. He's just... not a Badger Lord, that's fer sure. You know how some beasts are. If'n it's not a direct threat t' them, it's not an issue. I don't hold with that kind o' thinking, but I don't fault those who follow it. Keeps 'em alive longer than our sort." Her lips twitch up in a half-hearted grin and she glances over at Oxeye - his bandages evidence of what 'their kind of thinking' gets you into it. "I don't see that we need worry 'bout him doing anythin' more serious than bounding about the mountain moodily, doncha know?" She then falls silent, her gaze still following Oxeye. Frowning a bit, she stands, absently excusing herself from Jarril and limping after him. "Er, Ox?" She speaks to his retreating back.

Jarril nods and smiles as Zoe has left.  "Ya excused, Colonel."  He chuckles to that and gets up, making his way to see what crumpets and trifles are left to devour.

Widdie winces, lower lip sticking out. "Awr, poor chap. Awfully cute, though. They seem so serious over little things it's hard not to chuckle." The Cook says with a light grin. "I even had time t'bake a few aftah dinnah munchables."

Taron smiles and says "he was alright lass." he smirks and says "Glad ta hear you get some time to bake for fun." he smirks and looks over at Neville "Can I get a rum sar?" he asks looking back to Widdie.

Oxeye pauses by the door, his brow furrowed deeply. His bandaged paw goes to his neck... He erfs softly, his paws padding his numerous pockets (*cheers* Ox is finally wearing his uniform! Err... why?) Eyes wide, the ecentric hare begins to retrace his steps -- and bumps right into Zoe. With a startled grunt, the hare throws a rather sloppy salute. "Er, evening C'nel," he murmurs, not making eye contact... Pendant. Zoe. Pendant. Zoe. Headache. Hmmm...

Taking a retreating step back as Ox bumps into her, Zoe coughs faintly, clears her throat, and then gets out what she wants to say. "Er, Ox? C'n we just agree that whatevah was discussed last night was ale-caused and forget it, mayhaps?" She offers a hesitant half-grin, and appears about to say something more when Logain walks up to her and begins to speak. "Er... ah, h'llo, Logain. Er, no, no.. ah, that's a'right, m'lad. No harm done. Just, ah, try t' relax a bit, eh? Does wonders fer a conversation, if'n yer not so keyed up all the time.. Er, and, aye, a'course ye c'n fight at the Long Patrol's side. Just, ye know, try not t' take everything int' yer own paws. We've got things undah control, doncha know? Aye, aye, that we do. Good 'nough, eh? Now, why doncha have a dri - oh, wait, ya don't drink. Well, then, have some iced tea, eh? 'Tis spiffin' good..." Trailing off, she lets out a weak 'heh', coughs lightly, and shifts her gaze back to Oxeye, looking for him to save her or get her out of this.. -so

Widdie raises a paw to try and conceal her amused grin. "Er, yes. I sneak them in once or twice, doncha know." Rum Ah, booze. She stands off to the side quietly, glancing between Taron and the crumpets, making sure there are still plenty there.

Jarril is making his way out of the room now, arms full of food that he had missed from lunch.  Deciding it's time to retreat back to his own room for the day and slips out un-noticed.