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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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Jarril slowly comes down from the stairs and looks about, coming to a stop.  "G'day all."  He says softly while padding slowly from the stairs.

Edward looks over to Jarril. And nods his head, "Hello there..." He studies the badges a moment... "Captain?" He inquires...

Jarril shakes his head back at the mouse.  "Major rank, actually."  Looking a bit proud of it as well.

Edward ahhs. "My apologies then, Major. I wouldn't want to give you less than you're due. How is life treating you?"

Jarril clears his throat.  "Good.  Y'self?"

Edward hmms... "Actually not too badly. I'm finally returned to this fair place, and just returned to what I used to do."

Jarril nods.  "Good, good."  The hare looks about.  "Well, it's seen better days this place has but I have no doubt it can be again, wot wot."  Smiling now, he headtilts. "And what did ya used ta do then?"

Kevarr continues to sleep.

Edward pats the book in front of him. "Herbology. I took over where my father left off in a study of all the herbs in Mossflower. I've made some amount of progress, actually. Though I imagine you find it all the more dull."

Jarril nods his head.  "I have ta admit ta not being into healing.  Never was that good at it, doncha know."  He moves to sitting down in a empty chair.  "I am a long patrol runner and quite good at it myself but I do have healers in my patrol that be very interested though."

Kevarr is dozing in the chair near the fire.

Edward nods a little, "Perhaps when I'm done with what I've got, I'll write up a copy to give to your hares so they can better heal your wounded, would you like that?"

Jarril ponders slightly.  "I think I have just the hare for it as well.  Yes, I like that very much, thank ya sah."

Edward nods, "You're welcome. My name is Edward Chancer."

Bored is what Taron is, hitting his flask is what he is doing. The healer steps out from the kitchens, his flask in paw, not drunk by the looks of him, probably on duty.

Jarril replies back.  "Name's Major Jarril Black Fleetpaw.  Pleasure in meeting ya, so ta speak."

Haldis strides in from the library, looking mildly frustrated.

Edward glances at those that enter... and closes the book in front of him. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Taron hears the major call out his name and lifts his head up, turning to look at him, pocketing his flask, "Aye, Major." he says turning towards Jarril, giving a quick salute, though probably not necessary.

Jarril looks about and nods.  "Ah, Taron.  Been busy then?"  Looking at one of his hares.  "Come sit with us."

Haldis catches sight of the figure by the fire and quickens his pace, taking no notice of the other beasts at the moment. "Kevarr - good. Would'ye know.." The squirrel trails off as he approaches, the stops in his tracks. "..sleepin'." Nrgh.

Kevarr's ears twitch at the sound of her name, but she doesn't come around.

Edward places the book back in his bag and caps the ink pot and puts the quill away. He looks to Taron and nods in greeting.

Jarril makes the necessary introduction.  "Edward, this is one of my healer hares in my patrol.  Officah Taron."

Taron drops the salute and nods, making his way towards his Major, "Sit..." he nods and says "I can be sittin right now, just got off me shift." he says waving a paw to Edward.

Far be it from Haldis to disturb potentially grumpy martens. He turns on his heel; seeing the little gathering, he nods in greeting. "'..Eve."

Edward nods, "Nice to meet you, Taron. I'm studying the herbs of Mossflower, and was going to write a copy of my notes to you."

Taron nods taking a seat next to Jarril, "A copy, herbs..." the lieutenant turns his gaze to the major, "Whats this now?"

Jarril smiles.  "Ah, Edward here volunteered ta help in giving us new information on healing, doncha know.  I suppose ya could work with him and share what we know of herbs and all from the western shore.  Never helps ta broaden knowledge, wot."

Edward nods. "That would be very helpful, actually. I've not ventured out to the west much, mostly been hanging around the river."

"Aye, not at all sar." Taron says looking at the mouse again, "I didnt catch yar name, are ya healar about haer than?" he asks cocking his good ear the left (unless its the other ear then the right)

Edward shakes his head, "I'm no healer. My name is Edward. I'm an herbologist. I don't know much about healing... but I know what medicinal properties there are in what herbs."

Taron chuckles, "Harbol-a-what?" he shrugs with a smirky grin,"Shar ya can git infarmation from a haelar like ma self?" the healer nods and continues, "Ifin ya think I could be teachan ya somethan I be glad ta share." He smiles and looks to Jarril, "I be mare of the knock ya out and cut aff a limb kind of haeler."

Edward ahhs... "Well... I assume you use some kind of herbs to make the wounds less painful after the fact."

Jarril nods his head.  "That he did.  He put some stuff in my eye when I damaged it in a battle."  The voice trailing off slightly.

Taron grins and nods "Suppose I do on accaison." he says with a grin, "I wall taell ya what I know."

Edward leans back, "Then, I'll be glad to hear that information."

Jarril nods his head.  "Ah, then everyone is happy then with the arrangement.  Good show."

Taron nods "Aye." The lieutenant reaches back into his pocket for his flask, "So, if yar not from tha abbay whare ya be from?"

Edward says, "I'm from the east. My parents lived out there, and a few seasons back, they were killed and my house burnt down."

Jarril gets up.  "Well, I best get on with more report writing.  I see ya both later."  Bowing slightly, the major heads off to do his duties for the day.