05:08 PM

Rodney comes stalking out of the kitchen, a scone in one hand, cane in the other, heading towards the library. He pauses in between the two doorways, looks around the Great Hall, and stops in his tracks, seems to lose himself in thought over the stained glass windows.

Coming in from the outside, Jarril breathes heavily and leans down, placing his paws onto his knee's.  After a moment or two to regather his breath, the hare straightens up and fixes his uniform.  Then blinking his only eye, he smiles and speaks out.  "'ello there.  Lost, er wot?"

Rodney snaps out of his meditative state, turns to the hare, looks irritated at having been disturbed. "Eh? No, just tired." He takes a bite out of the scone and makes like being on his way, but something makes him stay. Not too eager to get back to work.

Jarril twitches a ear, then his nose from the smell of the scone.  Opening his mouth, he stops and closes it again.  Swallowing.  "Ah right.  Taking a rest.  Good show."  Moving more into the great hall now, the hare introduces himself.  "Major Jarril Black Fleetpaw at ya service."  Taking a look at the scone again.  "I say, where they freshly made?"

Rodney looks from hare to scone, then back again. "I think so. They stuck it in my paw and shoved me out of the kitchen..." He flashes a brief and rare smile. "They're always busy in there."

Jarril looks towards the kitchen and back to where the fox is standing.  "Ah yes.  They don't seem to take kindly ta hares going in though.  Must've had problems with another hare."  Moving to a chair and sitting down.  "Then again, with the patrol here, I wouldn't be surprised, wot.  Some of them don't know when ta stop."  Grinning.

Rodney hmms to himself, looking at the hare. "The patrol, yes... Rather unruly, some of them." He tilts his head. "You look like somebody with authority. Have you come to straighten them out?"

Jarril chuckles as he shakes his head.  "Straighten them out.  I should bally well say so.  Major rank.  They listen ta orders when I give them.  Just as I have ta accept orders from my colonel.  Nice structured way of keeping order, doncha know."

Rodney nods. "Very reminiscent of my order." He glances at the windows again, as if looking for something there, then returns his gaze to the Long Patrol hare. "They could stand to take some discipline. They have been introducing weapons to the infirmary... One of them even brandished a sword in there." He is starting to look a little upset, but calms himself down. "I realise the need to be armed, but surely not in the infirmary, while recovering from injuries?"

Jarril just blinks.  "Please.  Who was it that had a weapon in the infirmary."  The hare looking a bit shocked himself.  "We never allow such things in our own back at Salamandastron, wot.  Very hefty punishment.  Only if someone was ta be kept under guard would we allow it but even so."  The major's voice trails off as if in thought for a moment then a cough breaks the silence.  "I assume all that enter the infirmary are searched?"  Tilting his head to the side slightly.

Rodney says, "There is a lot of coming and going in the infirmary, hard to search everybeast... That one is real trouble... Speaks with a thick northern accent... He has a sword cane, that's what he was playing with..." He rubs his chin, thinking. "Rurun, I think the name is. Wound up there after he went on a private vengeance.""

Jarril places a paw on his chin and ponders.  "Rurun.  Hmmm, interesting name."  Pausing in his chin stroking.  "What species?"

Rodney blinks in surprise. "Why, a hare, of course. I thought you only had hares in the Long Patrol?"

Jarril blinks back.  "Oh I am sorry.  Thought you were on about some other beast."  Pausing.  "My mistake, I don't know every hare by name but it's not one in my division, that I am sure of."  The major still looks a bit upset though about hearing this bit of news.  "Perhaps ya should tell me all ya know about this?  What kind of vengence?"

Rodney limps over to a table, pulls up a chair to sit down, motioning for the hare to do the same. "I don't know all that much. He was in here, shouting about how he would kill his brother over something, and I and another were trying to talk him out of it. I thought that was it. Then he apparently got word that his brother was nearby..."

Jarril blinks.  "Where is his brother now?"  The voice sounding very concerned.  "And has anyone informed anyone else in the patrol over this matter, like a colonel?"

Rodney puts his cane on the table in an irritated gesture. "I don't know how it happened, but apparently Rurun found his brother. The brother is dead, and Rurun was brought back here, badly injured. I don't know if anybody has been informed, but I heard from another Long Patrol hare that he has friends in high places. Of course, that hare had been discharged from the Patrol, so I don't know if that can be trusted..."

Rodney bangs his fist on the tabletop, angrily. "We told him not to do it..."

Jarril gives off a frown himself.  "Well, I be taking this up personally.  If what is said is true then I bally well won't have someone like in the patrol."  The hare's paws tighten into fists but relax.  Taking a deep breath and regaining control.  "I have words with Colonel Zoe about it later."

Rodney pulls back his chair a bit, makes like getting to his feet, but pauses. "Don't just take my word for it. There ought to be more beasts around who can tell you about that hare. He gives the Long Patrol a bad name if you ask me..."

Jarril nods slowly.  "Well, maybe it's best ta find out all the facts first and then come ta a conclusion.  No doubt if word is about then those higher rank than me knows about it already."  The major's voice sounding a bit more calmer.

Rodney frowns. "Well, if they know about it, why hasn't anything been done? That hare is trouble."

Jarril holds up a paw in defence.  "Procedures, doncha know.  We have rules and regulations ta follow.  I am sure it's being sorted out though.  But since it's not in my patrol I wouldn't know much about it.  Best ta speak ta his major and colonel, wot."

Rodney sneers irritably. "Well, if he takes that sword out in the infirmary again, the healers will have his hide."

Jarril nods his head.  "This is ya abbey, so do what is necessary ta contain him."  A slightl pause and then the major continues.  "Not kill him but just detain him until he calms down and let his superiors deal with him, wot."

Rodney sighs a little, looks around the hall, again looking at the colours of the windows, with something of a sentimental smile on his lips. "Well, not my abbey... I just stay here..."

Jarril slowly nods his head, replying softly.  "Bit different than looking at rock, I have ta admit."  Then with a grin.  "Though it doesn't beat looking out ta sea though."  The major leaning back a bit more into the chair.

Rodney looks at the shadows on the table. "The Hall should start to fill up before long. I had better get some work done before then..." He doesn't seem too pleased.

Jarril nods his head and gets up himself.  "I best get myself going as well and make sure my lot aren't causing too much hassle for the beasts around here."  Fixing his uniform first until it's straightened out, then moving to refix his eyepatch, if only as a instinctive thing to do these days.  "Maybe meet up later?"  The hare tilts his head slightly.

Rodney stands up, smiles and nods. "I am sure we will. I am glad we had this talk, I was beginning to think the Long Patrol were rowdy young bullies..." He extends his hand to the hare. "I never introduced myself... Rodney Greypelt, scribe."

Jarril takes the paw and shakes it.  "Not all, but most seem that way.  Pleasure in making ya acquintance, sah."  Releasing the paw again.  "Well, I must get on, duties ta perform and all."  Without another word, the hare bows his head and then makes his way back outside.

Rodney decides he can't postpone the inevitable any longer, but stuffs his muzzle with the scone, grabs his cane and gets up, moving to the library for another couple of hours' work in the bookbinding room.