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RW Abbey: Great Hall
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The Great Hall of Redwall Abbey. Countless paw falls have echoed from these stones, and untold numbers of feasts and merry gatherings have been held here.  A table, not nearly so grand or large as its predecessors, but quite functional for mealtimes, rests near the center of the hall. Chairs exist here aplenty, though most of them are obviously not from the same set. Many of the stained glass windows are broken, and have been patched with canvas and boards to fend against the elements. The floor is clean and swept. A fire is kept burning in the fireplace at almost all times of the day and night, and there are several more comfortable chairs and cushions set up here, of varying sizes. One looks large enough to easily accommodate a badger.

The Tapestry hangs proud and tall, and while the rest of Redwall may still bear the scars of natural disaster, this most famous of Redwall's relics remains unharmed by beast, time, or the elements. The figure of Martin the Warrior seems to be watching over his own with an unchanging, kindly gaze.

Red, blue, orange, green...vibrant patterns of color are painted on the floorstones of Great Hall by the high afternoon sun that is streaming through the stained glass windows.
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                        Exits/Entrances:
               [K]itchen    [St]airs   [C]avern [H]ole
               [Li]brary    [En]try    [B]reezeway
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Lassik moves into the Great Hall silently, not checking as she usually does to see who's inhabiting it. She looks like she's had a recent breakdown and has just recovered from it; her face shows slight traces of tearing, and she's neither smiling nor frowning.

Jarril is standing near the tapestry, looking at it quietly with his paws behind his back.  The only thing that is notice-able is that the hare is rocking slightly back and forth on his footpaws without realising it.

Lassik halts and looks curiously towards the hare. She doesn't address him or say anything audible, but she does mutter something to herself.

Jarril leaving the tapestry alone, the hare turns around and blink.  "Oh.  Hello there?"  Bowing slightly.  "Didn't hear ya come in, wot."

Lassik tries to smile, but it can hardly be called convincing. "'Eya. It's an interestin' work, isn't it?" She waves a paw in the general direction of said tapestry.

Jarril nods his head.  "Yes and also very erm."  The hare pauses and gives his whiskers a slight rub.  "Magical I think.  Well, from the stories I've heard of it when I was a leveret anyways."

Lassik smiles in a slightly more believable way, moving closer and looking towards the tapestry. "Aye... though somebeasts may disagree with yew on the magic part..."

Jarril shrugs.  "Oh I don't know.  I mean, how they managed to know about stuff that never happened yet."  The major stops and nods his head slightly.  "Bit like the carvings on the wall I've heard the badger lords read back at Salamandastron.  Never saw them m'self though."

Belliger strolls down from the stairway into the great hall. It's noticed that he's recovered his weapons from the gatehouse, and he looks about him one last time... He sighs. "Such a beautiful place." He heads for the door, and nods to Lassik in a brief greeting.

Lassik nods a few times, and turns the conversation to something she's not so knowledgeable about, and is thus interested about. The shrewmaid does, after all, like to learn new things. "Been to Salamandastron?" A curious glance is thrown towards Belliger, then a more permanent one when she sees he has his weapons. The only thing that could mean is he's planning on leaving, as the Abbey opposes carrying weapons openly.

Derry comes skipping into the Great Hall, grass and mud stains adorning her normally white dress. She waves cheerfully at the adults in the room as she dances towards Lassik and Jarril "Hewwo! Wot are you looking at mista Hare?" She asks curiously to Jarril.

Jarril nods his head.  "Been ta Salamandastron.  My dear.  I live there.  Major in the long patrol, wot!"  He bows.  "Major Jarril Black Fleetpaw.  Runner, archer and tiptop spiffy friend ta have, doncha know."  He looks at Derry's direction and replies back while standing up again.  "Just the tapestry.  First time I actually looked at it close up."

Belliger walks past the congregation in the Great Hall, and reaches roughly half the distance to the door, then stops, turning around. "Oh, Lassik, have any luck with the whole Goo-some rock thing?"

Lassik chuckles slightly at the hare, but her attention is now occupied by Belliger. "Aye, actually." Her paw goes to the leather thong about her neck, revealing the long-sought treasure of the Guosim shrews.

Derry nods at Jarril "You'm looking ata Martin? Martin good beast, yepyep" She grins and then turns attention to Lassik "Wha' that?" The little shrew stands on tip paws to see

Jarril blinks and shakes his head.  "Actually I was looking at when other hares came here.  Seems we've been here quite a few times already."  The major goes back to looking again and leaves the others to talk for the time being.

Belliger smiles. "Good. Then, best of luck with ye, and all that." A nod to Jarril. "Don' know you, but good fortunes and happy days be with ye." He stands and looks at the shrewmaid and hare... It's becoming quite obvious that he's split between leaving and seeing new things in the south, and staying here at the abbey where it's peaceful and kind... But, he finally does turn back to the door and start to walk again.

Jarril turns his head around.  "Thank ya.  Good luck and safe days for ya as well."  Before turning his head back again.

Lassik is not all that good at responding to more than one beast at once. She turns slightly and lowers the coveted Blackstone so it's more visible for the smaller shrew. Something occurs to her. She glances over her shoulder at Belliger. "'Ey."

Belliger stops as he is addressed, one leg suspended in midair as he spins around, paws slightly clenched. She is NOT making this any easier!! Calm. Heh. "Yeah?"

Derry looks at the thing being shown to her and frowns "Wha' that..?" She asks to anyone who's listening "What it do?"

Lassik smiles very slightly, apparently having another thought that's amusing. "Where ya goin'?"

"South." Belliger sticks his tongue into the roof of his mouth impatiently. "Never seen the south before."

Lassik stretches languidly, drawing the silence out. Cruel little shrew. "Supposin' somebeast wanted t'find you."

Belliger swallows. "They'd start walking south. Point is?"

Lassik turns away again, showing Belliger her backside while she hides a faintly sadistic smirk. She's in an odd mood today. "Jus' wonderin'."

Belliger throws his arms in the air. "AGHHHH! One more day! ONE MORE!" He storms and walks back upstairs.

Jarril grins and mutters softly.  "Could always send a fast runner down there.  Wouldn't take long."

Lassik watches the other shrew ascend the stairs until he's well out of hearing range before she bursts out laughing. Cruel, so cruel.

Derry looks up at the hare "Why he goed up stair when say he going 'way?" She jumps at Lassik's laughing "Wha' funny...? I wanna hear da joke.." She mutters

Jarril just grins but doesn't reply back, though his ears twitch slightly.

Lassik looks at the otherbeasts, now significantly recovered and in a fair mood. She grins as she strings the Blackstone about her neck again, so it's partially hidden. "Sorry about that little exchange. Always wanted t'do somethin' like that..."

Jarril turns around and fixes his uniform slightly.  "Ah, no problem at all, wot."

Derry looks from Lassik to Jarril and back again, with a confused expression "Do wha'? What was joke? What da thingy roun' your neck? Wha' it do?" The little shrewmaid blurts out her many questions.

Lassik continues grinning and mutters something to herself. As an afterthought, she looks down at the -tiny- shrewmaid. "Wot's yer name?"

Derry looks up at Lassik "My name Derry, yepyep" She grins "I a shwew, I am" And adds soon after "Are you a shwew too?"

Lassik smiles at the little one, crossing her arms and taking on a lax stance and expression. "Aye, I'm a shrew. One of few. Nice ter meet ya, Derry. I'm usually called Lassik, but I don't care what I'm called, as long as it's not ''ey you.'" This is said with some amusement.

Riddock at the very moment the ol' seadog Riddock bounded down the stairs. "'Ey, you!" He calls, cackling with glee. He obviously found himself amusing as he scooted up next the the shrewmaid, offering her a large wink.

Derry giggles as she hears rhyme in Lassik's words, she curtsies slightly "Nice meet you yepyep" She nods then frowns at Riddock "Naughty! Lassik say not call her dat, yep she did" The tiny dibbun waves a paw finger sternly.

Lassik starts slightly at Riddock's voice, then glances towards him. She hides her grin and replaces it instead with a mock indignant expression. "I reckon I oughter tan yer 'ide off fer that remark!" This is said jokingly, but just serious enough that a dibbun might not catch it.

Derry nods in agreement to Lassik's statement and adds "Tan hide an' chopem 'is tail off, yepyep" She says completely seriously "Naughty beast!"

Jarril gives a smile and makes his way to leaning against the stone wall, crossing his arms together.