06:24 PM

Chop, chop, chop. Darklett's makin' himself a sammich! Of course, his methods might be a bit twisted, he's going quite overkill on the lettuce chopping, but don't mention it, or else he might think of cooking. He also seems to have found some fish lying around, probably stolen from some fishing effort this morning, but oh well. So now he's got a fish and lettuce sub. Yum.

Making his way into the kitchen, Jarril looks about and nods his head as he makes his way over to a table on one side of the kitchen and examines the small bag of rations.  Looking about, he coughs.  "I take it that these are for the patrols t'day then?"

All in the time of about three seconds, Darklett hears somebeast padding into the kitchen, and grabs the knife, turning around to see who it is, Oh, okay, it's Jarril, and ungrips the knife, letting it lay on the counter, bringing up the same paw up to wave. "Hello, Major. I... Yeah, I guess they are. For the patrols, I mean." Dark smiles and nods, munching into his sandwich.

Jarril places his paws on his hips and nods slightly.  "I see."  Giving a slight glance at the knife the hare leans on one of the tables.  "Erm.  I know some hares will sneak in and steal but why the knife?"  Not once taking his only eye off Darklett.  "Of course after you swallowed that big section you have in your mouth though.  Won't have anyone spitting out vittles as they talk, wot."

Jarril places his paws on his hips and nods slightly.  "I see."  Giving a slight glance at the knife the hare leans on one of the tables.  "Erm.  I know some hares will sneak in and steal but why the knife?"  Not once taking his only eye off Darklett.  "Of course after you swallowed that big section you have in your mouth though.  Won't have anyone spitting out vittles as they talk, wot." *repose*

Darklett laughs, placing his paw over his mouth so as to not let out any precious food. He swallows, then answers, "Oh, it's just some of my fellow patrollers are convinced I've got something wrong with me, that I'm crazy. I never plan on actually hurting anybeast with it, but it's sure fun to give them a scare. Sometimes I hold it to myself." He shrugs. "I don't do it to the ones I like, though. The ones I like know better. You don't think I'm crazy, do you?"

Jarril keeps and eye on Darklett.  "That depends on what I come up with a answer later on."  Turning around, the major begins to look through the rations and nods, picking one up.  "Well, time for me to go and station myself on the side of the dirt road."  The hare grins knowing he could've given it to some lower rank but sometimes it gets boring sitting about just giving orders.  "Not that anything happens on it anyways but being so close to southsward, ya never know, wot."  Slowly making his way to the door, the major stops and turns around.  "Like being on duty in here then?"

Darklett perks up immediately. "No, sir. Well, yes. I mean, I like it. I mean, no, don't like it, but I do it anyway because it's what I've been ordered to do, and I like to follow the Colonel's orders, so yeah, I like it." What? "And the Colonel" he starts to talk very slow and emphatically, in a hinting voice "said I can't leave unless I'm on patrol with an officer."

Jarril nods with a sly grin.  "Why, been up to stuff ya shouldn't have then?"  Ponders for a moment.  "Right, ya can let me know what's on the menu for t'night and then ya can tell me if anyone else should be on duty here and I see about ya joining me and getting some fresh air."  Making for the door again.  "Then again, better decide as I ain't waiting, got things ta do."

Darklett shakes his head. "No, no, sir. Not leaving and being on kitchen duty is all part of the same punishment. And I have no idea what's on the menu for tonight, as I'm not normally the cook, and everything's done here," at this he waves his paw around and yes, save for the fish sandwich he's got, everything is clean and in order, "so there's no reason for anybeast to be on kitchen duty, unless it's to stop Major Rahier from raiding the liquor cabinet." As soon as Dark says this, he cringes.

Jarril chuckles.  "Ah well.  If ya say so.  I'd rather go and fight a score of rats than stop a hare get ta his drink."  Winking.  "I leave ya be then, can't go against colonel orders.  She kill me."

"Nonononono!" Darklett reaches out his paw in agony. "I'm allowed to leave, so long as it's with an officer!" Beg mode. "Take me with you, sir, please! I don't know how long I've been kept in here, but I need to be outside, sir! I need sunlight, I need fresh air!"

Jarril keeping the food bag in one paw and stroking his chin on the other, the major muses to himself, just loud enough for anyone else to hear.  "I don't know.  It's not as if I get into trouble sitting alongside the dirt road and I doubt anything sinister will come up from the south as nothing has been hard from down there in ages."  Stroking his whiskers.  "And the vermin here are a bit thick anyways so...."  Looking at Darklett, the major gives a slight frown and speaks a bit louder.  "Well, for starters, ya can stop the begging part.  That's not very long partrollian of ya, wot!  I expect better stuff on my patrol.  Now get a bag, ya gear and report ta me outside and don't dawdle."  Turning around the major walks off, smiling and trying not to laugh.

Darklett mentally cha-chings. "Thank you, Major!" He starts looking around the kitchen for a bag, opening cabinets and AHA! He snatches it out, and starts heading out of the kitchen to the armory. Because that's where his stuff is. Mmhmm.

Dirt Road
------------------------- Mossflower - Dirt Road -------------------------
After years of neglect, the road seems to be almost willing to give over
to the great forest, at this point. It gradually becomes rockier,
diminishing into shrubs and undergrowth. There is a faint outline of a
better tended path, leading slightly south-west. Despite this, there is
only the occasional chirp of a bird to confirm any contrary belief that
the woods to the south are empty.
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Exits: [S]outh [I]nto [S]outhsward, [N]orth, [I]nto the [W]oods

Jarril keeps to side of the road and finds a place to sit down, a fallen tree log and looks about.  "Ah well, all quiet out here then?"  Relieving the last two hares.  "Should be some stuff in the kitchen if this one hasn't eaten us out of home."  Nodding to where Darklett is.  "Ah well.  Nowt to do but see who turns up if any."  Opening his food bag.  "It's not much of a outside job but it do for ya anyways.  Start off slow, don't want ya in anymore trouble now, do we?"  Grinning.

Darklett shrugs. "I'm just happy to finally be outdoors." He looks up and down the dirt road, and yeah, it is quiet. Not a bad thing, but still, action would be nice. "Does anything ever happen on these patrols, or is it all just like this?"

Jarril sighs slightly.  "Nah, it's like this all the time.  Been thinking on taking a patrol down south and see how the land looks down there.  No one has had any news on what the situation is like down there.  Which really is worrying."  Breaking up some bread, the major looks in that direction and down the dirt road.  "Don't know if slave trading has taken up down there again.  Considering all tales I have heard of vermin being pushed down that way, no one knows what it's like there."  Taking a bite, the major chews.  "Then again that would mean getting further away from home and I rather like ta get back ta the mountain at some stage.  Nothing beats fresh sea air..."

Darklett looks up and down the road, again. "What's so great about the mountain, anyway? I mean, it's either living inside a rock or a hole in the ground, both are equally dark and gloomy surroundings. Unless there's more action around the mountains, kitchen duty kinda makes me feel like a waste of a fighter, you know what I mean?"

Jarril gives a frown back.  "Well, if ya annoyed the colonel ta get that treatment then ya know what ta do and what not ta do next time.  Just be glad that ya were allowed out with a officer."  Looking about a bit more.  "So exactly how did ya get that punishment anyways?"

It seems Dark never tires of telling. "Well, same thing as I tell everybeast. Insubordination, stupidity, or both. Alright, remember that fox Talek? Well, some bonehead managed to not watch him carefully enough the -first- time he was brought to the 67th. Therefore, I'm sent up to bring him back. I retrieve him, but this otter Maeva stops me and says that he's Redwall's prisoner now. I begged to differ, and after an argument, I agreed to stay at Redwall and watch over Talek. The next morning, I get a runner's message saying that I'm to immediately return Talek to Redwall, direct orders from Zoe. So, I do so. Talek is executed, and next thing I know, Zoe's chewing me out for stealing Talek!"

Darklett continues. "I say I was just following orders, she says I should have used common sense, I said that I figured as a fighter, I should have followed her orders instead of a mere Redwaller's orders, and she then chewed me out for speaking of Redwallers that way. We yelled for a while, and -that's- how I ended up with the punishment."

Jarril shakes his head and places his paw on his head.  "Okay...  That's why she is in a foul mood then lately.  What with you and Rurun....."  Looking up the major looks stern faced.  "Well, after this one is over, ya going back ta the kitchen.  Doing punishment will make a better officer out of ya, maybe.  That's if ya willing ta learn and make sure ya don't do the same mistake again."

Darklett clenches his teeth, trying to hold it back... Nope. "But there wasn't a mistake! I was just doing like I was told. If I wouldn't have brought Talek back, I would have been in trouble for not following Zoe's orders, anyway. I shouldn't be punished, whoever was in charge of watching Talek should be. And... I don't even know how long I've been on kitchen duty. My term might be over now, but they wouldn't let me outside, so I don't know how long it's been. Hehe, I could have already passed up my term, and nobeast will bother to tell me, because so long as I'm on kitchen duty, it means -they aren't.-"

Jarril looks shocked.  "A hare not wanting ta be near food?  Fiddlesticks, m'lad."  Taking out a apple.  "Completely piffing impossible, wot."

Darklett shakes his head. "Exactly, major. Hares love food. Food uses dishes. For every one meal I eat, I have to clean an entire patrol's meal's worth of dishes."

Jarril laughs now.  "Ah, so that's it.  Yeah, funny there isn't something that could do them while we go off fighting, eh?"  Shaking his head.  "Completely rediculous notion of course and will never happen."  Looking up and down the road the major shrugs.  "Gotta love the lack of traffic on the road really."

Darklett hehs. "Yeah, but sitting and doing nothing outside is better than sitting and doing nothing in the kitchen for days on end. Trust me on that one."

Jarril nods while looking up and down the road.  "Yeah but I would've thought on seeing some sign of life down south."  Frowning slightly, the major gets up and walks out onto the road and scans the direction down there.  "Ah well, it make a interesting report for the colonel ta read.  Nothing ta report again. I tell ya, it's worse than looking out at sea back home, at least there was a chance of sighting some boat moving up and down the coast, even if they didn't play fair and stop right outside our doors."

Darklett chuckles a few seconds, glad there's an officer around here that isn't afraid to voice his boredom. "You're not that bad for an officer, you know that?"

Jarril shrugs his shoulders.  "Still young, got into many troubles myself I might add.  Only gained the rank after taking charge on a few things while I was in Mossflower last time.  During the time when vermin had the abbey and we were in some camp."  Smiling.  "Back in the days when I had two eyes as well.  My stupid self got me into trouble with that one."  Turning around to face Darklett.  "Don't get ta fond of ya'self though.  I made stupid mistakes thinking I could defeat someone far beyond my skills and lost an eye.  Which was lucky really as I could've lost my life in that sea corsair battle."  Moving to sitting down on the log the major smiles.  "Not a day goes by that I don't bless that I am still around though."

Darklett nods, although it's a dismal sort of apocalyptic nod. "I know my limits. There are -some- who think I don't, though. Funny, they're the same ones that think I'm crazy."

Jarril doesn't reply back to Darklett but turns his attention to looking at the empty road and begins to wonder about why he had volunteered himself for this instead of getting one of his lower ranks to do it.  Stretching, the major walks about and looks back again down to the south.

Darklett stands up, and cranes his neck over Jarril's shoulder. The major seems to be looking to the south quite a bit. "You see something that way? What are you looking at?"

Jarril doesn't reply back to Darklett but turns his attention to looking at the empty road and begins to wonder about why he had volunteered himself for this instead of getting one of his lower ranks to do it.  Stretching, the major walks about and looks back again down to the south. *repose*

Jarril blinks as he wriggles his left ear a bit.  "Dark, if ya don't back away a tad I will flatten ya ta the ground."  Smirking while looking down the road.  "Nothing is down there.  That's the bally well point.  There is absolutely no traffic on this road from anywhere down south for ages and it worries me."

Darklett looks confused at both things Jarril said. He backs away, blinking a few times, but saying nothing about that. About the second statement though... "Why should that worry you? Afraid the south might surpass us as the most boring place on the earth?"

A figure appears about a hundred yards behind them. It's sorrel, wandering around. she seems to have lost her way to the 67th again. she never can remember where to enter the woods from. She chews on a bit of apple, and spies the two hares up ahead.

Jarril shrugs.  "Just one of those feelings that's all."  Turning around again he grins.  "But we do have company coming up from the north.  Surprised ya didn't spot that, Dark."  Waving to the hare behind Darklett.

Sorrel waves back, smiling through the fruit, and breaks into a small trot, to accompany the officers

Darklett turns around to see Sorrel, and he offers a wave as well, glad that -something- happened, although it's more than a little less than exciting, no offense Sorrel. "Hello, Sorrel. Haven't seen you around much, lately. Been spending time at the abbey?"

Sorrel shakes her head. "Naw, it's a long story don' wanna talk about it." She is talking without restraining her accent, something must be up.

Jarril moves so that he's next and to the side of Darklett and places his paws behind his back and giving a soft nod and a smile which turns to a questionable look.  "Oh, what do ya not want ta talk about then?"

Sorrel shrugs. Jarril wouldn't understand, because he didn't know sorrel well enough, darklett though...

Darklett shrugs. "Yeah, what -don't- you want to talk about? You shouldn't have brought it up, heh."

Jarril looks to both Darklett and Sorrel and then coughs.  "Well, don't keep him ta long, he is on duty."  The major bows again to Sorrel and turns to walk a bit down the road and resumes his sentry watch around the area where the turning to the 67th is.

Sorrel looks at him, sarcasm in her eyes. "excuse me, but if i'm correct you started it."

Darklett's eyebrows furrow, and his mouth twists in a smirk. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Still, I've really got nothing better to do, the road's got no traffic whatsoever. Might as well tell me."

Sorrel looks at Jarril. "ye think tha' 'e's out a earshot? 'E wouldn' understan', 'e doesn't know me.

Jarril sits back down on the log and takes out a flask, pops open the cork and swigs the cool water held within, then turns his head to look at some grass moving.  Getting up, the hare moves off in that direction.

Darklett turns to look at Jarril just as he's moving off. "Now he is." Dark looks more concerned now, his head slightly turned. "What's the matter?"

Sorrel looks back at dark. "well, i was battlin' some theives, they were rally eazy, but a big thug came up from be'ind and knocked me out, I woke up somewhere reel north in mossfler woods, i jus' found me way back a week ago, and Ru thought I was dead, an...an' now 'e's gettin' married to someone else." At this point, Sorrel is very near tears, the forgotten apple has long since dropped from her hand. She leans forward and puts her head on Dark's shoulder.

Jarril moves out of view as he dissappears into the tree's, ears erect and attentive.

Darklett looks more than surprised at the sudden head on his shoulder, and now that he thinks about it, Rurun -did- say something to him about her being dead, didn't he? "...Oh, I'm... sorry." Yeah, he knew Rurun was getting married to that Marleigh doe... And this is going to be awkward now. He moves a paw to the back of Sorrel's head, patting it gently.

Sorrel opens her yes, and moves her head back, coming to her sences, oh, i'm so sorry, I got your tunic all wet."

Darklett brushes at the wet spot on his tunic, smearing the wetness a little, which helps the slightest bit. "This thing's had holes in it before, I don't think it being wet is going to harm it much. Have you talked to Rurun yet? Does he know you're still alive?"

Meanwhile, elsewhere and out of sight, Jarril stops and looks about the wood, frowning slightly.  "And here's me thinking I get something ta do."  Muttering to himself.  Moving to a tree, the hare leans against it and takes out a apple, brushing it against his uniform.  Inspecting it, the hare takes a large bite and chews softly.

Sorrel nods. "yes, he says he's really sorry, an' i beleive him, but 'e's fallen out o' love with me, i guess."

Darklett bows his head slightly. "That happens sometimes. You just have to think that you and Rurun weren't supposed to happen. It can be hard," /I know from experience/ "but it isn't your fault. The worst thing you can do is blame yourself."

Sorrel smiles, one or two tears still falling. "Thank ye, Darck, ye're such a good frien'."

Jarril drops the apple cork unto the ground.  Keeping quiet he just listens to the slight breeze, the leaves rustling above him and smiles slightly.  Getting up, he makes his way over and deeper into the wood, thinking he best make certain anyways.  Turning around a tree, the hare stops and kneels down, paw moving to his belt.  Hearing a flutter, the major looks up and see's a small bird fly off from a branch.

Jarril drops the apple cork unto the ground.  Keeping quiet he just listens to the slight breeze, the leaves rustling above him and smiles slightly.  Getting up, he makes his way over and deeper into the wood, thinking he best make certain anyways.  Turning around a tree, the hare stops and kneels down, paw moving to his belt.  Hearing a flutter, the major looks up and see's a small bird fly off from a branch. *repose*

Darklett offers a warm smile back to Sorrel. "I'm glad you think so." He looks over his shoulder. "Jarril probably went back to the 67th... Pssh. I told him I can't be out here without an officer. If he gets me in trouble..."

Moving his paw across the wood undergrowth, Jarril stares with his only eye and notices a few things.  Picking up a small thin twig, broken in the middle, the major lowers down a bit more and looks about.  Murmuring slightly.  "Crafty little..."  He goes quiet and pulling his dirk out, moves onwards.

Sorrel looks down the road. "So ye're gonna go after 'im?" she sounds a little unhappy to have the company upgraded to three.

Darklett looks back to Sorrel... And knows that being alone in her situation isn't the best. "...Nah, I'll just hope nobeast notices I'm gone." He looks over his shoulder again, clenching his teeth together, and then returns his attention to Sorrel. "Although it -was- quite odd of him to just leave like that."

Sorrel shrugs. "I've never met 'im before, i don' know what's odd fer 'im." she looks in Dark's eyes. "Somethin' wrong?"

Hearing a noise to the right of him, Jarril stops and moves to rest against a tree.  Taking a deep breath, he heads into a small run to head off whatever it is and manages to get around it.  Waiting for the right time, the hare's large foot trips up the fast moving object and looks to where it falls into the bush.  "Right, out ya come."  Looking at the bush.  "Then ya can bally well explain why all the sneaking about and spying on innocent decent hares wot."

A laugh came from the bush as a ferret pulled himself up from the bush, holding onto his side.  "What if I don't want to?"  Jarril frowns.  "Then I have ta teach ya some manners that ya mother quite frankly was ta stupid ta do."  Looking at the ferret, the hare turns around and backs up against the tree.  Another ferret growled.  "Leave our mother out of this.  Was worth more than you, rabbit."  Coughing, Jarril frowns.  "Hare actually.  I take it ya never went ta school then?  Figures."

Darklett shakes his head quickly, squinting a bit. "No, it's just I've been in a -lot- of trouble lately. But what's a little more? It's just blue on black." He shrugs it off, and grins. Hm? Rustling. Wind, shrug.

Sorrel sits down with her back against a rock, trying to clear her mind of all the junk. It must be hard, cuz her expression looks slightly troubled.

Flicking his view from side to side, noting the injured ferret.  Jarril grins.  "Should get that looked into, could get nasty, wot."  Seeing the ferret spit to the ground and taking out his sword.  "Look, just do the right thing and give us what you are carrying."

Coming out in front, a larger stoat grinned licking his knife.  "Do as he says, we're just honest creatures wanting to get payment for coming into our section of the wood.  So pay up bunny."  Jarril frowns back, wriggling his ears.  "Look, I am not a bally bunny rabbit.  I am a hare.  Get it, a H-A-R-E.  And I tell ya what else as well.  I ain't some hare ta be bullied either.  So come on then?  Come and get ya stuff, but I ain't going ta give it freely....  EULALIA!!!!"  Jarril goes straight from the tree and right into the stoat before the ferret's knew what was happening.

Darklett looks into Sorrel's eyes. Say, he understands what she's going through, here. This... The buck smiles to himself. This could... work. ("EULALIA!!!!) Dark straightens up, and his ears perk as he hears the Salamandastron battle cry (OOC note: Jarril is the first one I've seen use it, kudos kudos kudos!). He spins around, immediately rushing towards the source of the battle cry, two throwing knives drawn. "EULALIAAAAAA!"

Darklett room-pages, "Okay, I -FINALLY- got a due reason to use that battle cry! Finally! Yes!".

Sorrel jumps up as well, rushing after dark and drawing her sword. She does not yell, but chooses to keep her dignity.

Jarril however, hasn't kept his temper and is busy trying to defend himself from three attackers who quite annoyingly keep referring to him as the bunny.  "I am not a bally well flipping bunny, ya stupid thick headed ninklecoots.  My big toe has more brains than you."  Slashing about, while kicking.  "Take that, it's a large 'H', doncha know and here's a A and a R and have this as a E.  See, hare.  Got it, hare."  Headbutting the injured weasel from before and leaving him on the ground.

Sorrel rushes in, and picks a ferret up by the nape of his neck.

The ferret tries to swipe and kick at Sorrel.  "Let go, bunny."

As Darklett gets near, he sees that it's entirely possible that Jarril's already got this all under control. But he's got his weapons out already, and 2 versus 1... Well, those odds aren't fair, are they? He hurls both throwing knives in rapid succession at the ferret not being grabbed by Sorrel, aiming for his back.

Sorrel slams the ferret on the mossiest part of ground, giving him a mouthfull of dirt.

Jarril headbutts the stoat as he continues to give his lesson.  "Come on, call me a hare!"  Watching one of the ferrets falling down, the Major kicks out breaking one of the stoats legs and watches him fall down.  Panting and slightly beaten up himself and a few cuts and scrapes here and there.  The left sleeve of the uniform is torn as Jarril bends down and picks up the stoat by the throat and rams him into the tree.  Snarling as he presses his nose against the stoats.  "Right.  Now, shall we start again.  Say H-a-r-e.  Come on, admit I am a hare and not some bally flipping well rabbit and I think about letting ya go."

Sorrel notices jarill going overboard, and tries to pry is paws of the stoat's throat, dropping the ferret in the mean time.

Spitting and coughing, the ferret kicks out at Sorrel's leg as he scrambles up, reaching out for his own weapon.

Sorrel reaches back with her sword, catching his blade between her two, and flicking it aside, she then hits the ferret with the flat of the blade, hopefully knocking him out. She returns to the prying.

The ferret threatened by Dark's knives turn around just as he throws, hitting the dirt, but taking one knife in the shoulder. The ferret growls, and lunges forward with his blade outstretched.

Darklett deftly dodges to the side, unsheathing a throwing knife and slamming it into the back of the ferret's skull as he passes. So that one is dead. "Moron." Knife still in hand, he turns to throw it, but finds no target. Yeah, so he strafes around for a while, trying to get a decent angle on the other ferret, but Sorrel's in the way.

Sorrel gasps as the ferret flys toward dark, and finally manages to break the bond between hare and stoat.

Major and private both fall to the ground.

Jarril doesn't let go as the stoat stutters out.  "P-p-p-lease, let me go hare.  I was just looking to get help in food."  Jarril finally lets his grasp loosen as the stoat falls down, gasping while looking at a very annoyed and angry hare staring down.  Moving forwards, he presses his big foot down on the broken leg and lifts the stoat's head up with the point of his small dirk blade.  "Now ya lissen ta me.  From now on whenever ya see a hare, ya give them the proper respect and call them what they are correctly."

Jarril sheathes his blade back in and shakes his head.  "I ain't going ta kill a defenceless beast, like yaself.  I ain't no murdering thieving bully either."   Wobbling slightly, Jarril moves to sitting down position while looking at the stoat.

Darklett sheathes his throwing knife, as he's not gonna get a chance to use it. He notes that the situation's under control, and goes to receive his throwing knives from the dead ferret's shoulder and head, wiping the blood off on the ground. He sees he's the only one that -killed- a beast, and cringes.

Jarril shakes his head and sighs.  "But what am I going to do with ya....."  Looking at the stoat for a moment, then frowns.

Darklett looks back and forth, feeling awkward. He put two gaping holes in this ferret, and the other two are just incapacitated... Erm...

Jarril pulls himself up and staggers while placing a paw on his side.  "I give ya one thing, ya do know how ta punch though."  Wincing, the major straightens up and gives the stoat a icy glare.  "Right, this is how it's going ta be.  I want ya out of this forest."  Looking about. "Wake the other one up.  The ferret can flipping well help this one ta walk."

Darklett cringes. Just... cringes.

Spitting onto the ground, the stoat frowns.  "Should've killed me when ya had the chance."  Jarril shakes his head.  "Yeah, perhaps but I ain't going down ta ya level.  But if ya want ta die, pick up ya knife over there...."

Jarril looking at Dark, the major makes his way over and places a paw on his shoulder.  "Listen, if they were fighting and were armed and someone was in danger, it was right ta kill."  The stoat laughed.  "Yeah, right.  He's nothing but a stinking murderer."  Biting his lip, Jarril frowns.  "Take no notice of him.  You'd think that three to one was fair?  Ya had ta do what ya had ta do."

Darklett wears a grim face as he stands back up. "Yeah. Yeah, I did." He is -not- used to being treated like this by an officer, and it's nice, for a change. He looks over to the stoat, talking about him as if he isn't present. "You think he's actually going to leave?"

Jarril frowns.  "Get that other one up and leave it ta me."  Taking a deep breath, the major turns around when both are awake and he looks at them without any weapons on them.  "Now listen ta me.  I have no qualms in dragging ya both back ta face the badgerlord himself.  I am sure he love ta give ya both a big hug, one ya remember for the rest of ya lives but ta be frank."  Jarril takes a deep breath.  "I rather not want ta waste my energy on ya.  So ya both are going ta get up and walk southwards.  I be sending a patrol after ya tomorrow.  If ya so much in mossflower, they be under orders ta kill ya.  Not get going."  Watching as both made their way slowly off, the stoat leaning on the ferret, Jarril shook his head.  "Come on, let's go home..."