12:31 AM

Jarril sits there, reclined in a soft chair as he idly watches about the room, leg crossed over another as he moves his large footpaw about in a tapping motion to some sort of tune in his head.  With a beaker of ale in one paw and a pasty in the other, the major seems relaxed, with his ears half up and flopped over to the side slightly.

With a sigh of what can be identified as relief, Darklett walks into the Rec Room, heading straight for the big, padded, soft armchairs, perfect for just chilling for a while.. He plops down on it, sinking back into the deep cushioning, and closing his eyes, another sigh escaping, this time of deep relaxation.

Jarril hasn't noticed the other hare come in yet as his attention is wining the battle with the pastie in paw without letting too many crumbs drop down as that meant less food for the major.  Taking a large bite, he chews as he takes a swig of his ale and begins to listen to some nearby conversations going on in the room, being a great place for rumours, gossip and news.

Apparently, the stuff at the 67th hasn't died down yet, as Darklett's entrance warrants a few snickers, and a small murmur to arise among a few of the conversing hares, a few of them being so forward as to point directly at him. The hare notices the laughter, and opens his eyes, to see the jeers and jests thrown his way. Shaking his head, he shrugs, and leans back, closing his eyes again.

Jarril gives a slight annoyed wriggle of his ears that cross over slightly and coughs just loud enough for the hares in the room to notice that he is there and gives them a silent look.  Watching them go back to their business, he smiles and calls over.  "Darklett.  Come over and have a drink with me, wot."

Darklett snaps his eyes open, to see Jarril. "Ah. Hey, Major. Sure." He heads over and sits by the other hare, nodding in salutation. Regardless of the other hares, he has an indifferent look on his face. "How are things since we last talked?" He shifts in his chair, getting comfortable.

Jarril smiles and takes a sip of his ale.  "I've been busy, new recruits in my patrol, doncha know.  Lot of wet nosed the lot of them, wot."  Giving a soft chuckle, the major leans back in his chair.  "But rather than that, things have been good, glad ta get back here though.  Nothing like home."

Darklett's paws start maneuvering around on the arms of the chair slightly as he cracks his knuckles. "Heh. I bet the life of a major is hard, right?" He rolls his eyes, grinning slightly. "I'm sure." He raises his arms, and flings them both out in front of him, his elbows giving a loud *crack* as he does so. "Everything is a lot better here. The 67th was just... I don't know. I guess it's better to live in a rock than in a hole?"

Jarril chuckles at Darklett.  "I hope you're not being sarcastic there.  Could put ya on sentry duty for a while."  Winking back and looking around him again to see what the others nearby are up to and then returning his head back again.  "Nah, nice flatlands to run on, sand and the sea air does wonders.  Less stuffy than being in mossflower.  Nice part of the country but doesn't beat the open space around here though.  That and I like being in my own bed again."

Darklett's mouth spreads in a grin. "Sarcastic? No." The funny thing is, it's still pretty hard to tell whether he's sincere or not. "Sentry duty's the next thing down from being able to go on patrol, though, so that doesn't sound too bad." His neck rolls around, and more cracks ensue. "Mossflower was hell. This is much better."

Jarril blinks slightly and mutters over the rim of his mug.  "I get a healer ta check that.  All that cracking and popping ain't going ta be helpful in a dangerous situation, wot."  Slowly sipping his drink.

Darklett chuckles. "Feels so good, though..." He crosses his arms, stretching them across his chest, then leaning forward, stretching and arching his back, moves his arms way behind his back, some snaps coming from his back. "What kind of dangerous situations, anyway? Nothing ever happens around here. At least we had action a -couple- times in Mossflower."

Jarril snerks slightly.  "Want me ta send ya back there again?  Then again I doubt Redwall would be please at you being around again."  The major hears some sniggers but ignores it and carries on.  "So when are ya back on full duty again?"

Darklett's ears fold, a little. "That was low." He gives his own glance over towards the jeers, but too late, they're not looking anymore. "You think they would be angry? I'd walk out on the Patrol." He says this matter of factly, leaning back in his chair. "I guess soon. My leg's getting a little stronger." He pats the said injured leg. "Don't want to take any risks, so I'm making sure I'm okay before I start going out again."

Jarril rolls his eyes, but then looks serious.  "Look, things happened, there was a few mistakes made adn it's been done.  And I have none of that nonsense of quitting anything if ya been ordered back there.  That comes with the territory of being ordered ta do stuff ya don't want ta."  He points to the three hares on the table near them.  "Take them for example.  They could find themselves on the washing pots for a few days."  Giving a wink to Darklett as he hears some slight choking on a drink.  "But as long as ya learnt and improve and remember ta use better judgement next time around I don't see a problem in ya ending up in trouble again, wot."

Darklett snorts. "Better judgement worked -real- well the first time. They didn't want us there the first time, they'd probably lynch me the second." He does, however, offer a chuckle, and a quick glance of "HA!" in their direction. "I normally wouldn't walk out on orders I don't like. But that one... If I was ordered to spend one more season at that place, I don't think I could take it. If I didn't walk out on the patrol, I'd just disobey orders. Insubordination? It's nothing I haven't already done."

Jarril sighs.  "Look, Redwall is just having some problems right now that's all.  Wait until they have got back some order again."  Resting the mug on his lap.  "It was a good place before I joined the patrol.  Visited it before I made my way over here.  Different place of course now but they may get it back ta the way it was."  Giving a pause.  "But perhaps ya right.  Maybe ya should stay behind if the patrol has ta head anywhere near that region again."

Darklett shrugs. "I wouldn't mind staying back here. Nothing but bad memories in Mossflower. But if the whole patrol went, well... I wouldn't have much of a choice, would I? I could stay back with the mountain guard, but what would that say about me to the... if you don't mind me talking about this... to the officers? Sure, I'm on the abbey's bad side." He rolls his shoulders. "That's not so bad. But I can't screw up here, or else."

Jarril gives a grin.  "Best make sure that ya don't then.  Take ya time, keep behind the scenes a bit and learn from those that have better judgement over these matters.  Follow orders of course, that's always matters but sometimes things do go wrong and ya do have ta use some sort of common sense ta what should be done, all the while keeping a good name for the patrol at the same time."  Looking about, the major leans forwards and smiles.  "But if this means anything ta ya.  I got told off once by Lord Bludstripe on my conduct...."  Leaning back again with a grin.

Darklett suddenly looks very non-amused at Jarril. "I'm not the only one who thinks I was right back at the abbey, you know. I don't need any help on judgement, I'm not a child." Oops, he let out a little ferocity there. "I'm gonna act the same way I always do. If there's an officer that's got a problem with it, then that's when I'll change. But until then, I see no problems."

Jarril wrinkles his nose, places the mug onto the table and gets up.  "That's the whole problem right there.  Ya not willing ta change slightly or ta learn on free advice given ta ya."  Folding his arms about his chest, the major shakes his head.  "So be it, ya have ya own path ta tread.  Be it good or bad I don't know.  But I know this, speak ta me in that manner again after I tried ta help and I make sure ya face being disrespecful ta a superior officah.  That and also a friend."  Starting to move away.  "I will leave ya be ta ya thoughts.  Maybe we talk again when ya in a better mood.  I have reports ta fill out."  The major making off quickly, leaving through the doorway, while the other hares nearby shaking their heads slightly but going back to their business.

Darklett watches the major leave. "First, I never asked for your advice. Second, if -that's- your impression of a friend, you need to work on it. Sah." He snorts again, and drops back into his chair, a content smirk on his face.