03:54 PM

Sitting down, the major watches two hares box away.  The room is practically empty for this time time of the day with most being on duty.  Picking up a mug of something, the major pours some powder into the liquid and stirs it with a stick before taking a sip.

Limp-limp-limp. Zoe pauses in the doorway to the boxing chamber, peering in absently. One paw is up to the back of her neck, rubbing absently at the early-morning stiffness there, but otherwise she looks as she always does. Unfortunately, Jarril does not. Zoe gives a slight frown as her eyes come to rest upon the bandaged-up major, the eye most prominent. Sigh. She takes a few steps in, casting a brief glance to the boxing hares. She then speaks to Jarril, "This is new.. you watchin' boxin'." She pauses when she's near enough to Jarril for a conversation, but not too close for comfort. A happy distance.

Jarril turns his head to where Zoe is and smiles.  "Well, considering I have a lot ta think about my future here, thought I bally well bring some changes and all."  Taking another sip of the mug he pulls a face, why couldn't they make a painkiller that tasted good?  "But you're up early though.  Couldn't sleep?"

"Actually, I come here most mornin's... Usually have free use o' the ring, then... everyone else is usually asleep or on duty, a'ready.." The Colonel casts a smirking, rueful glance to the two early-worms in the ring already. "S'pose I'll just have t' start arrivin' all the earlier, eh?" She then pauses, looking back to Jarril with a light shrug, "But no, couldn't sleep, anyway. Nevah have slept very well, t' be honest." She pauses, once again giving an absent rub to her neck, "You? Sleepin' all righ'?" Stupid question, no doubt.

Jarril nods his head.  "As best as I can manage.  Can't ask fer anymore than that at the moment."  Leaning back in the chair he gives a small smile.  "Eye hurts but I've been told that is going ta be a permanent feature now in my life so can't really complain.  Best reward for being stupid in trying ta attack Saltar really."  Frowning he looks at the hares in the ring.  "But be as it may, what has happened has happened."  Giving a small smile.  "Any news on when we be getting replacements for our patrols?"  The major inquiring about the young leverets in training still.

Chuckling, Zoe is ever-amused by Jarril's fine line between optimism and his level-headed take on reality. "Aye, speakin' of the recruits.. we're pushin' up their trainin' a bit, t' try 'n' fill out the ranks... but fer now we migh' just have t' combine patrols t' make up fer the ones we've lost..." She pauses thoughtfully, and then lowers herself to one of the benches along the walls. "I've been thinkin'. T' keep us from losin' anymore hares, needlessly... we're goin' t' have t' double patrol sizes, and set some strict rules abou' not leavin' the mountain, otherwise... Not unless given strict permission. Whatcha think? That'll keep anythin' else from surprisin' us while we're thinkin' on our... 'response' t' all this." Yes. 'Response'. If killing every last one of them could be termed a 'response'.

"Yah know lad, yah should be in bed wot wot." Remi walks in slowly, rubbing his bandaged paw abit. His face has some bruises as well on it as he makes his way slowly over to the ring quietly. He smiles at Zoe. "Mornin' Colonel. Saw to some of the injured, most sleeping like little babes in the infirms. Haven't much more the a wink past couple night lass."

Jarril gives a sly smirk and replies back looking at his paws.  "Me, I'd start in telling every bird and all ta leave the area so they don't have any food.  That or start ta do sneak attacks on them, ya know.  Hit out, kill one of two of their hunting parties and retreat.  Make them think twice of leaving their lovely fort.  In time they starve and fight amongst themselves and then we attack them head on.  Vermin always do when they have a empty stomach, won't fight much, may even mutiny against that ferret."  Moving his gaze to the new awake hare coming into the room, he nods his head and then returns his gaze back to the boxers.  "Mind ya.  I have a arrow with Saltar's name on it.  He make some mistake I hope one day for it ta be delivered."

"Then ya ought t' get some sleep, lad..." This Zoe says to Remi with an arched brow, surprised at being called 'lass' by a hare not half her age. Snerk. She then glances back to Jarril, nodding a bit, "I've heard word tha' northern mossflowah's sendin' aid... Colonel Adams, y'know 'er? An eagle. She might be able t' help convince the birds t' move on t' safah fishin' grounds upshore a bit." She pauses and then gives another considering nod. "Aye, migh' do that.. Good idea, Jarril. The rest o' that, as well... Ya ought t' bring tha' up at the meetin' Blud's set... aye, ya ought. Be awful good fer us all t' hear somethin' good, wot?"

"How is the Badger Lord doin' wot wot?" Remi sits down near the ring, and yawns. He pulls a apple from his pouch and chomps into it, spraying juice around abit.

Jarril looks at the colonel now and asks.  "Ya sure I be invited since being taken off duty and all?"  The eye showing some remorse on that matter.  "Look, I accept it for now, that I have no doubt but I ain't staying this way.  Make it more training, something but if this place is in peril or those are in danger and I am sorry but not even the badger lord himself will keep me from helping out."

Considering Jarril quietly for a moment, Zoe simply gives a nod, certainly not one to argue with a hare in a state like Jarril's in. She then glances to Remi. "He's doin' a'right, last I checked.. Certainly not the best, but..." Trailing off, she gives a shrug, "None of us tha' came back from tha' battle came back untouched, doncha know?" She then looks back to Jarril. "And of -course- yer 'invited'. What's this nonsense? Yer still a major, yer just.. takin' a break, is all." She frowns. Apparently she's just as determined not to see Jarril shifted off as useless as he is.

"Yah want some apples?" Remi blinks and chuckles despite the mood of the room. "Always cheer me up dontcha know wot wot."

Jarril grins and nods his head.  "Good cos my arrow eye is still working, doncha know."  The major laughs slightly.  "Thankfully I backed away before that ruffian could do more damage."

"Aye, smart thing that ya did, too, Jarrill.. losin' one eye's bad 'nough, but it'd be rathah difficult t' continue on minus a limb or two, doncha know?" Shaking her head a bit, Zoe looks to Remi. "Ah.. apple? Er, no thanks, m'lad."

"Don't like me applers?" Remi actually frowns. Fruit hater ;)

Jarril smiles on that.  "Breakfast will be soon anyways."  Stomach rumbles on that word and he rubs it slightly.  Turning his head to Zoe he nods.  "The little wimp was ta scared on going ta battle though.  All dressed up in heavy armour.  Ah well, I doubt it could withstand Blud's wrath though.  I leave him to Blud when the next time comes around.  Hopefully he lift that ferret up and squeeze the life out of him."

"Vermin don't seem t' care abou' the sort of rigorous trainin' we go through, Jarill... they slap on some armor 'n' call it good. 'Tis why they're so easily killed." When one's not out-numbered 3 to 1, that is. Heh. Shrugging lightly, the Colonel gives Remi an odd look, "Ah, no, I'm just.. not hungry, m'lad. Thanks anyway." In fact, she's feeling a bit sick to her stomach at the thought.

"Gonna make some cider later an' some pie fer them hurt ones wot wot. Try an' get another healer tah teach me some new things too, that be good bally that." Remi takes a bite of the apple again as he relaxes.

Jarril nods and see's the other two hares in the ring head off.  He watches them and chuckles.  "Must've heard me say its nearly breakfast time.  Mind ya, they've worked hard for that anyways."  Getting up he pads around, fed up of sitting to be honest.  "Why not make something that's easy ta swallow.  Like trifle, wot."  Not looking at anyone when he says this.

"Aye.." Zoe watches as the two hares head off, and then looks back to the other two, "What's with all this 'apple' talk, all of a sudden?" She frowns slightly and stands from her seated position on the bench, taking a limping step towards the ring, though with no purpose, really. "And, anothah healah t' teach ya what, lad?"

"More bout healin', don't know much. And I like apples..." Remi stands up and yawns abit. "Trifles?" He blinks and looks at Jarril. "..don't know how to make them wot wot."

Jarril chuckles.  "I know one trifle recipe but I doubt ya be standing up afterwards though.  Has a kick ta it."  He looks at Zoe and bites his lip.  "So how did they take it when they were officially told last night?"  His voice low while resting one foot on the ring itself and placing a arm to lean on his thigh.

Zoe_Lang doesn't bother to turn around at Jarril's soft inquiry. Instead, she gives a soft, derisive snort and shakes her head a bit, "Well, how would ya expect 'em t' take it? Some families lost more'n one." Zoe herself had to write a letter to her aunt and daughter about the death of a cousin, but seeing that she wasn't very close to this particular cousin, it doesn't concern the Colonel much.

Jarril nods.  "Sorry."  Frowning at himself for actually asking such a stupid question.

Zoe_Lang doesn't relent, but instead gives an absent grunt as response. She then leans against the boxing ring ropes, peering into it absently, various memories of past matches flashing into her mind. "How's tha' gel in yer patrol doin'? The one that had a leveret?"

Jarril smiles.  "She be off patrols for a few seasons."  Replying back to the colonel.  "Can't be helped really.  Hopefully by next summer she be able ta resume her duties while the leveret begins his training.  I don't think she's named him yet, but then again I haven't had any of today's reports coming in."  Looking into the ring and then at the colonel.  "Sorry there isn't another about ta give ya a spar.  I could order someone down for ya if ya want?"

"I best be bally gettin' off now, go cook abit and get back tah the hurtin' ones yah know?" Remi heads off, waving his bandaged paw to the others present.

Zoe_Lang glances back at Remi briefly, and gives a nod, "G'day, lad." She then looks back to the ring with a shake of her head, "Nah, 'm good.. I've got plenty enough sparrin' partners as is... and I rathah prefer that they volunteer." She doesn't feel as bad, then, when they get hurt. Snerk.

Jarril chuckles for a moment and shakes his head.  "Heh, I see.  Well, add me onto that at a later then.  I am going ta take up ya offer on help."  Moving to sitting down at the edge of the ring.  "When is this meeting taking place?"

"Oh, sure, consider yerself added t' the 'list'." Zoe gives a light smirk and turns around, leaning back against the ropes, now, her arms crossing over her chest. "The meetin'? Believe 'e said t'morrah evenin'."

Jarril blinks.  "That soon?"  The major smiles.  "Ah well.  Doesn't leave me much time ta word my plan out ta impress the other colonels."  He frowns and touches his eye patch.  "Actually.  Any chance of a stronger painkiller at all, but don't tell the others."  He gives a small smile.  "Got a image ta look after now.  Some of the leverets are calling me pirate of the mountain."

Dipping her head in an agreeable nod, Zoe makes a gesture towards the door, "On t' the infirmary, then, eh? I promise not t' spread the word." Then again, being in pain over a lost is fairly reasonable, but the doe understands 'reputation', that she does. She pushes off of the ropes, taking a few idle steps to the door, whilst watching and waiting for the major to follow.

Jarril follows slowly and smiles.  "Thanks."  Moving through the door the major continues on.  "Much appreciated, I owe ya one."  (to be continued in the infim) :)

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

Entering the infirmary with Jarril behind her, Zoe gestures for the major to follow her to a less crowded part of the room, where she goes about making up a stronger pain killer for the buck.

Jarril follows and looks about the place, before shuddering slightly.  Shaking that off he sits down and rests his head against the stone wall.  "Well, as long as I ain't pushed into playing any pirate parts in plays for the leverets."  He gives Zoe a look.  "Don't get any ideas, colonel."

Smirking, Zoe merely gives a shake of her head in response and continues with her work. Once finished, a couple of minutes having lapsed, she turns, holding out a small pouch with a powdery substance in it. "Add tha' t' a drink.. somethin' like tea, if'n ya don't want the taste t' kill ya, and ya should be feelin' bettah soon enough."

Jarril takes the pouch and nods his head.  "Aye, we see."  Pocketing on it and looking about.  "How's the guests in here doing?"  Getting up and straightening his uniform a bit.

Zoe_Lang gives a brief glance around the infirmary at Jarril's question, "With some of 'em, it's been a bit touch 'n' go, but.. I think the ones still alive'll pull through all righ'.. Some of 'em will've acquired a limp're two, but, well... limps aren't so bad." Zoe gives a light smirk, amused.

Jarril emitting a small chuckle.  "Oh well.  They have ya ta look up ta then, won't they."  Moving along to a table and looking at the scroll.  "Oh, she's been moved to the other infirm."  Looking to where the doe used to be.

Furnier finally wakes up, though not with a start like usual. x.x Yawning widely, he watches the hares for a minute, before saying simply, "How long am I gonna be stuck here?" Ooh. Cranky. c.c

"Oh, aye, they c'n learn the 'best way t' limp' from good ole Colonel Zoe.." The Colonel gives a light snort and a smile, and then looks to the scrool Jarril studies, "Aye, it'd look like it.. Probably not the most cheerful o' places t' be, righ' now.." And, speak of the devil, 'cheerfulness' himself speaks up. Zoe casta glance to Furnier, who lies in a nearby cot. "Maybe this'll teach ya not t' run off t' a battle the next time, eh?" And this is all the answer she gives him, though when she looks back to Jarril she winks out of the squirrel's sight.

Jarril grins back at Zoe and goes off to walk towards Furnier. "Ah, good morning, sleepy-head.  Ya missed breakfast by the way.  I could send a search party for some crumbs and all but with that lot down there.  It be futile indeed."  Stopping at the bottom of the cot the major smiles.  "So how is our hero taday then?"

Furnier isn't in any mood for happystuff. x.x He snorts. "'M alright, save for bein' shot, an' losin' a friend I was supposed to protect." huh?

"Now, who in the world are ya talkin' about, Furni?" Frowning, Zoe walks over to the squirrel's cot, as well, coming up beside Jarril, her paws resting on her hips. Meep. Mother Zoe stance. Run.

Jarril places his paws across his chest and nods.  "Well, war does that ya know.  It's not some cosy tea party under a cool shade in the abbey's orchid, doncha know."  Looking at Zoe he sighs and turns his head back to Furnier.  "We're all suffering right now but we may as well not let those think that we are suffering anymore than we have ta.  Besides, we have ta show them we're not that bothered about this and then when the time comes, we be striking back on our own terms, wot."

Furnier keeps his reply rather frank, glaring, though mostly at himself than at Zoe. Glaring at himself? o_O "Mallow, a friend o' mine. She turned up in the middle of the fight. I said I'd look after her, but I lost her..." he looks at Jarril as he speaks. "This ain't just a fellow soldier or anythin'. She weren't no fighter."

Jarril chuckles and puts a paw onto his chin with a nod.  "Oh she was busy stuffing her face at evening meal last night if I recall.  She's pretty much well here.  Should be, she helped me back ta the mountain, wot."

Furnier seems, to say the least, veryveryvery surprised. You know, like O_O surprised. "She's here? She helped /you/ back? Whattya mean?"

Looking from Jarril to Furnier, Zoe gives a pleased nod, "Now, see, yer friends jus' fine, Jarril's just said so.." How very helpful. Stating the obvious. Whee.

Jarril nods his head.  "Mallow is here within the mountain as our guest.  She's pretty much alive and all, just helping out elsewhere and recovering.  She probably came in a few times ta see how ya were doing but ya were asleep and all.  So if that's all that is bothering ya, cheer up, wot."

Furnier seems superindignant. From the way he reacts, you'd think he'd never said that he and Mallow were friends. "Oh, right! So that's where she went! Just /left/ me there wi' an arrow in me back!" he looks at Jarril a second. "Hmph. If she just happened to turn up, she's most likely got a crush on you or something. She does that with /every/beast." Hmmm. o.0

Blink-blink. Was that arrow dipped in crazy juice? "What, tha' little rabbit I've seen scurryin' about...?" She looks from Furnier to Jarril, eyebrows raising.

Jarril blinks and nods.  "Erm, I take note of it."  He looks at Zoe for a moment and moves to sit down.  Looking at someone come in he smiles.  "Ah well.  Looks like the troops down there have left food fer ya lot after all."  Getting up again he makes his way to the hares and looks at the trays, picking up a mug of tea.  Not going back to the cot, he makes his way to the furthest part of the room to add some of the powder.

Furnier hmph's again and cranes his neck, making it crackle. Like Random Task. "Geh. I've been sat here thinkin' how stupid I was, an' it turned out alright." He eyes the trays. Mmmmmmmm.

"Wait here, I'll get ya some food." This Zoe says shortly, and then makes her way over to the trays, bringing one back and setting it beside Furn on his cot. "Eat up, you, 'n' then we talk."

Jarril comes back after a short while and drinks some of his tea.  Smacking his lips slightly, he nods and sits back down again and continues to drink giving Zoe a meaningful thank you nod as he does so.

Furnier hmph's yet again, but is very hungry, and so picks up a whateversonthetray, and eats. Whoopie. Good thing, though. While eating, he can't complain! XD

Returning the silent thanks with an equally silent nod, Zoe then looks back to Furnier as he eats with idle amusement, "Hungry, eh?"

Jarril placing the mug onto his lap he watches the squirrel.  "I am sure he's catching more of us hare habits each and everyday, wot."  Grinning as he lifts the mug up again and takes another gulp.

Chewchewchew. Glomph. Furni then has a drink of whatever's on the tray. :P "I couldn't eat much 'til...well...now."

"Aye, it would seem so, Jar..." Zoe gives a light smirk, watching, pleased, as the major drinks the tea. Apparently it's not that bad-tasting. Good. She sits herself upon a stool and takes a moment to look around the infirmary and the - mostly - still asleep patients.

Morrow pauses just outside the doorway, with her arms leaning against the frame. The crutch she has been using is held in one paw, but she isn't leaning on it. Her eyes too, flit over the various patients, awake and asleep, her muzzle bearing a vague frown.

Jarril slowly finishes the tea and places the mug onto the side.  Fixing his eye patch slightly he waits for the squirrel to finish and wonders what Zoe is going to talk about.  Looking past Zoe he nods his head to Morrow.

Furnier isn't all that slow in stuffing his face. XD He wipes his mouth with the back of a paw, and stifles a burp. Such manners. X.X

Zoe_Lang follows Jarril's line of sight to Morrow, to whom she nods, "'Lo, Morrow." She then looks back to Furnier, watching as he eats, and then wrinkling her nose at his burp, "Very pleasant, Furni, very pleasant.." Shaking her head slightly, she pauses, for now not broaching the 'subject', whatever it may be.

Morrow straightens as both Jarril and Zoe look her way, and she gives a crisp nod. "Mornin' Col'nel, Majah." She steps into the room now. Her limp from Sedo's arrow is, at least from casual sight, completely gone, and she moves toward the back wall to deposit the crutch. "Reportin' for active duty, sahs."

Jarril watches Morrow and looks about for a moment to someone else turning in their cot.  "That's good ta here, Morrow."  He says while turning his head back again as the form he was looking at remains still in sleeping.

Zoe_Lang gives Morrow a faint smile and a nod, "Aye, yer lookin' bettah.. the limp looks t' be gone." She glances down towards where she knows the arrow wound was. "Been trainin' yerself back up propah-like, I trust?"

Furnier chips in. "I think I should start trainin'." Hehe. Nice try. c.c

Another crisp nod is given as Morrow sets the crutch against the wall and turns around. "Yessah. Been keepin' up with m'shootin', an' since most of t'pain went away, been workin' on gettin' back up t'snuff on sparrin' an' marchin'." Again her gaze flicks over the various wounded, and her voice lowers somewhat. "M'pologies, Sahs. Should've been there t'lend a paw." Yes, she's apologizing for not healing fast enough. Pfft.

Jarril holds up a paw and slowly states.  "No apologizing necessary Morrow.  I doubt a extra one would've made much of a difference that day."  Getting up the major walks over to get another mug of hot tea and comes back with it in paw and sits down.

Zoe_Lang waves a paw dismissively at Morrow's apology and shakes her head, much in agreement with Jarril, "Aye, jus' feel lucky that ya weren't there, m'gel." Zoe watches as Jarril goes and returns with another mug of tea. Hmm, that'd be nice. Wake up a bit. She gives a nod to them all and wanders off, herself, to get some.

Morrow crosses her paws behind her back, and gives a somewhat subdued, "Yessahs." Well, she isn't so inexperienced as to think that she would have enjoyed herself more had she been in the fight. Or even that she could have made a visible difference. But she does feel guilty that she's now one of the few fighting hares in the mountain without some sort of injury, as ridiculous as it sounds. But the moment of self blame is only a moment. She straightens up again, and looks back to Jarril as Zoe gets up for tea. "How are they all, sah?" She waves a paw at the surrounding beds.

Furnier just stays quiet. Hm, maybe he should get up. ;p

Jarril leaves that reply for Zoe to answer since he's not a healer or know what the situation is with everyone else.  Taking another sip of his tea, the major only knows one thing, that his eye injury gives off a continuous dull pain for the time being.

"They're.. a'right. Not doin' the best, but.. I think they'll all be fine in a week 'r two.." She gives a considering nod as she glances around, and really, even though the room seems crowded with the cots, there's still a rather small number of them. No more than ten still remain in this infirmary.

Sipping at her tea, the Colonel then glances back to the others, "Well, I s'pose I ought t' be goin'.. Work t' see to, 'n' all that. 'Til latah, you three..." She gives a nod and then heads to the door, exiting.

Morrow gives a slow nod. Conscience somewhat eased. As Zoe leaves, she too moves to get some tea for herself. "Will just have t'give my all an' some more, next time," she murmurs. "Give'm a few straight shots b'tween t'eyes."

Furnier decides that enough is enough. -_- Enough time in the infirmary, that is, and he sits up...and winces. This is gonna be tough.

Jarril smiles and gets up himself.  "Aye, I have other things ta do myself."  He looks around and places the mug onto the table.  I shall see you all later.  Got some training recruits ta do."