10:06 PM

Jarril comes down the stairs slowly and looks about the great hall.  Pausing on the bottom step, he takes a look around and gives himself one final quick inspection of his uniform before walking into the great hall itself.  With a slight noise coming from within him, he sighs softly and looks towards where the kitchen lies.

Rodney is sitting in a chair, unmoving, elbows rested at the tabletop, paws clasped, and his head bowed, eyes closed.

Rurun comes walking in swinging his cane to and fro in lazy patterns humming slightly to himself and totally oblivious to all around him......For now.

Jarril see's Rodney sitting in a chair and goes to say something but stops and nods his head slightly.  Turning around, he slowly makes his way across the stone floor in the direction of the kitchen.  His body tenses up slightly, expecting the usual run of the mill result of popping his head in there.

Korit doesn't enter to quietly, having trouble holding the dying ferret in his arms. "SOOMBO' HELP MEH!!!!!" He screams as he gets through the doorway, ears pinned, and a bit hard to understand his accent when he's worked up.

Kail is following Korit, looking all quiet and solemn. His bow is on his shoulder, his now-blunted arrows in his belt.

Holmes mumbles something at the noise, his life ebbing away bit by bit. Through blurred eyes he notices the abbey and then they close, he breathes shallowly and lives though for just a little longer.

Rodney gets out of his chair at the shout, grabbing his cane as he turns around to face the source of the alarm, ears perked up. "Now what is the ma..." he begins, falling quiet as he realises what is happening.

Jarril stops from where he is heading and takes a deep breath.  Muttering to himself.  "Ah well, day have ta start on a empty stomach."  The Major turns around fully to get a view of the situation at paw.

Korit whimpers softly, barely audible, his throat hurting from the scream and mind going blank, staring nowhere in particular, but not looking at Holmes, in his arms. "Please..." He manages to mutter.

Holmes shudders once and lets out a gasp as the last bit of breath leaves the ferret's body. His right paw goes down to touch the hilt of his sword for a few moments before becoming limp. His eyes goe dull and slowly mist over, yet remain open and finally his heart stops it's rythm, the ferret's whole body going limp as he passes away.

Rodney takes half a step backwards, backing up against the table, looking at the scene in shocked disbelief. "What happened?" he managed to get out.

Jarril watches and shakes his head, the hare not able to help since he had no healing skills.  He looks at Rodney and then back to the others waiting for the response to the question.

Korit sobs, closing his eyes and falling to his knees, Holmes's body in his lap now. Hugs him, tears forming and looking as if he's losing it. He can't think anymore, but his snout is wrinkled in an sorrowed expression. He is silent, until it becomes overwhelming and he begins crying and whimpering, bauling over the dead ferret.

Kail still looks dwncast, and as Korit starts crying, he does the nicest thing he can think of: Walks over and tries to hug him. Aww.

Rodney straightens himself up, still looking shocked, but the shock giving way to something else, anger perhaps. He turns to Jarril as the obvious authority in the room, giving him an irritated sneer. "Well... Do something!"

Korit let's the child hug him, unable to speak. The breakdown of the unemotional fox..

Jarril slowly makes his way so that he can get outside, leaving the situation as it is, knowing that nothing can really be done and the fox has someone to comfort him anyways, the need to get breakfast gone being replaced by the need to get outside in the fresh air replaces it.

RW Abbey: Open Ground
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True to its name, this is a wide open area, with little obstructions. It is covered by a carpet of soft green grass, grown longer near the walls, and the occasional patch of wildflowers, especially dandelions. You can make out the brass lined doors leading to the lower dormitories just to the side of the stone staircase that crawls up to the infirmary.

There is a ruin here located near the corner of the wall. The stones that it once consisted of have, for the most part, been moved elsewhere, leaving only the bare skeleton of the base of the old bell tower as a scar in an otherwise idyllic setting.
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Exits: [Up] the stairs to the Ramparts, [G]arden of the [L]ate Rose, [A]long [S]ide the [I]nfirmary, [B]ell [T]ower, [Infirm]ary, Lower [Dorm]itory, Redwall [Entry]

Yarr. Keita equals 'hangover'. The doe wanders over to the open ground from the infirmary, hunched over and with a paw held to the back of her head, which is currently pounding. The poor dear really just shouldn't -ever- drink. -Ever-.

Jarril just stands there and looks around the grounds, glad to get outside again.  Taking a sigh, he mutters to himself.  "Not like home, miss the sea air."  Flicking a ear, he turns around and see's the other hare haunched over and grins.  "Can't take the ale, then?  Eh wot."

"Aren't ya the observant one?" This Keita mutters, flicking a glance Jarril's way. She then quirks a brow, vaguely recognizing him from the march from Sala.

Jarril gives a smirk.  "Aren't we the observant one, sah."  Chuckling and turning around fully, placing his paws behind his back.  "So who else managed ta drink ta much then last night?"

"-Actually-, no. Not 'sah'." This Keita says with a dry smirk. "Last I checked, wasn't a patrol hare, 'n' I checked. Recently." Heh.

Jarril nods.  "Even so, ya are from Salamandastron, right?"  Looking around again before turning his head back to where the hare stands and then sighs.  "Sorry.  Ya right after all, but who else drank last night?"

"Halyard, actually," Keita shrugs. "Y'know m' mum, though. Colonel Francis?" And then, at his question and the reminder of the drinking, she smirks. "A good friend o' mine."

Jarril blinks and nods.  "Ah.  Did we actually send anyone ta that place?  I know there was talk about it from above in sending someone there from the mountain."

Keita blinks back, thinking it an odd question. "Ah... no, not that I know of. 'Less yer talkin' about hares stoppin' by m' tavern, 'n' there was that meetin' the once."

Jarril shakes his head.  "Didn't hear about that.  So any reason why ya came across country ta here then?"

"Felt like taggin' along, I s'pose.. and, ah, m'mate's in the patrol, so." Keita rubs at the back of her head absently, mostly ignoring the headache, at this point.

Jarril nods his head.  "Ah, I see."

Keita hmms. "So. What's yer name, then? I c'n tell yer rank."

Jarril replies back with a slight bow.  "Major Jarril Black Fleetpaw."

Another dry smirk results at the slight bow. "Pleased t' meetcha." She then nods, a bit. "Keita."

Jarril nods slowly.  "Pleasure is all mine, I assure ya."

"Oh, aye, 'm sure.." Keita chuckles and then glances around, leaning against the nearest thing that she finds - the outer wall of the infirmary.

Jarril nods and pads about the grounds slightly.  "So anyone looking after the tavern while ya over here?"  Pausing and looking at Keita.  "Well, I assume ya own the place?"

Keita nods, in the affirmative. "Oh, aye. M'bouncah, Aralc, she's takin' care o' the tavern. Couldn't be in bettah paws if'n I was there, m'self."

Arvasgalon walks into the grounds, of course in his usual manner, smile on his face, yet really troubled.  He waves to the group of beasts and says, "Hello."