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RW Abbey: Open Ground
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The Open Ground, once a place for feasts, is now crushed in by old, shaken stone.  The bell tower, now lying crushed on its side, rests where it began- in the ground. The grand bells that once hung above, now lie slightly exposed, in the pile of rubble.  A staircase shrouded by a case of stone allows one to make their way to the now overly busy infirmary.  The large brass lined doors to the lower dormitory are also evident from this position, through the rubble.

More significantly than the downed tower, is the complete lack of walls that once protected to the south. Now completely exposed to the expansive meadows and forest beyond, this area asks for trouble from the outside.  The Walls trail up toward the once mighty ramparts that remain only in a limited state, in sections of the now destroyed wall.
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Exits: [G]ash in [W]all, [A]long the [W]all, [Up] the stairs to the Ramparts, [G]arden of the [L]ate Rose, [A]long [S]ide the [I]nfirmary, [B]ell [T]ower, [Infirm]ary, Redwall [Entry]

Contents:
Greased Pole
Urthpaw's Portable Forge

Jarril is standing about talking to some mouse about the happenings on the other side of the country, nodding his head sometimes while giving his whisker's a brush with his paw now and again.  "Had a bit of a storm during the winter, wot.  Huge waves, was rather nasty doncha know..."  The hare conntinuing to talk quickly.

Syekate is out patroling the grounds, fiddling with one of his dagger in his paws.  He spots the hare and raises an eyebrow.  Not every day you see one of them in these parts.    That's too bad.  Syekate doesn't like hares.  "Excuse me, Sir rabbit, but might you please tell me who you are and what business you have here?" he asks in a cold tone as he steps up to the hare and mouse.

Jarril gives Syekate a look and forces back a frown.  "Let's get one thing bally right, sah.  It's hare, not rabbit.  And we've been coming and going from here for a while now while staying in mossflower.  Wondering when ya lot are gonna request our help, doncha know."  Standing there, the hare is a bit surprised that this weasel doesn't know a long patrol uniform when it's see's one, but decides to answer that enquiry.  "Major Jarril Black Fleetpaw of the Long Patrol, given it's short name, wot."

Syekate nods his head in satisfaction of the answer.  His ice-blue eyes are cold and hard.  "Long Patrol?  You're from that hill out on the west coast, aren't you?"

Jarril nods his head.  "Correct sah and it's a mountain, not a hill."  Correcting the weasel once again.

Syekate shrugs in lack of care.  "Same difference," he mutters.  "I don't remember anyone going out that far asking for help, which we don't need right now, mind you."  In Syekate's point of view, anyway.  "How come you rab-, err, hares, came out her?"

Jarril replies back.  "Like I said earlier, but I repeat it again.  We came out here ta help and help we will whenever or wherever it is needed."  Again the same Long Patrol acting as peacekeepers of the world, whether people liked it or not.

Syekate is starting to get annoyed by the hare, and replies somewhat snappily, "I know, I heard you the first time.  I meant was how did you get any news that we were in need of help?"

Jarril smiles back at the weasel.  "Short temper ya have, don't ya?  Should watch that."  Pausing then replying more.  "Why we had word before winter came but couldn't exactly make our way over until a gap in the harsh weather came about.  They been replaced though and I am of the second group that has come here."

Syekate sighs slightly in exasperation.  "Well, you're too late.  We needed your help then, but not now since Spring arrived.  While you were having your little storms, we were buried in blizzards.  But I'm sure you knew all this already."

Jarril doesn't move but replies back.  "We couldn't have done anything when we got the information or we would've acted sooner on it."  Looking down slightly.  "We tried to get past the blizzards ourselves but the mountain pass was blocked solid.  We even lost a few hares in the attempt."

Syekate nearly smiles at the thought of frozen bunnies on a hillside, but remains as straight-faced as ever.  "Sorry for your losses.  Especially since they died for no real good erason," he says with no emotion in his voice.

Jarril replies back.  "No apology needed.  No one can go against the weather anyways, so what must be, what must be, even if it does take lives away.  Can't do nothing about that sort of killing, now the other sort..."  His voice trails off and he jerks back again.  "Anways, I best not leave you ta you're duties."

Syekate chuckles quietly.  So the hare does have a bit of a temper, at least.  "Duties?  What duties.  I just finished a shift on guard.  I could stand here and talk all day long..."

Jarril straighten's out his uniform and coughs slightly.  "Well, I haven't anyways.  Gotta go about and finish off my patrol, wot.  See if anything needs doing and all.  This was only a port of call anyways."

Syekate nods once, quick and sharp.  "I'll see you off, then.  Wherebouts is your camp, anyways?"

Jarril replies back.  "Not a camp, fort actually."  Grinning.  "We don't do things small, doncha know."  He doesn't say why, but it's obvious the long patrol has many enemies that would love to see the back of them in all honesty.  All he said was, "It's somewhere in Mossflower."

Syekate frowns a little.  "Well then, goodbye, hare.  But before you go, how long do you all plan on staying in the area?"  Note to self, be a little more careful when tramping through Mossflower.

Jarril doesn't reply right away and he smiles at the weasel.  "Permanmently.  Why, ya have something ta be worried about then?"  Looking at the weasel now with a firm look.

Syekate is somewhat taken aback by this, but doesn't let it show.  Years of conditioning have taught him to totally hide all emotions.  "No, nothing to be worried about, unless your rabbits are trigger happy.

Jarril hmmphs slightly.  "I never fire on anyone without good reason sah and so goes for any of the other officers under my control.  But nothing ta worry about means ya don't have ta worry about us.  However."  He pauses and starts to move off again and looks back.  "I'd get ya eyes tested though.  Pity no one taught ya the bally difference between a hare and rabbit but not everyone can work it out, can they?"

Syekate smiles devilishly, showing off sharp white teeth.  "Lack of education growing up, I'd say.  I'll try to remember any differences I see next time, though.  Goodbye ra, I mean, hare!

Jarril speaks back.  "Bye weasel, until we next meet."  Narrowing his eyes and muttering before giving a nod to a squirrel and goes back to being happy again as he makes to get his usual weapons at the gate.