06:01 PM

Jarril is sitting at the bar, with mug in paw as he continues to talk to one of the other hares next to him.  "And then ya couldn't believe it but when I shouted out the order for them ta stop, the one at the back just carried on and the whole lot just fell over in a row."  The major shakes his head.  "I don't know, they've been doing this now for a week and they still can't react fast enough ta orders."  The major takes a swig of his ale.  "Mind ya, it was bally well funny seeing them all lying down as if they were bowled over by a badger."

Zeraph looks like he's sore as he enters the recreation room with the slightest of limps and his ears flopped forward, instead of in their regular 'happy-perk' position. The young buck has a bruise showing up on his pale nose and it looks like there may be dried blood still around the edge of it, where he couldn't get it all off of his snout. When the fighter sees Jarril, though, he straightens, ears stretching upward. "Mornin Major." He states smartly.

Neville pockets the small coin offered by another satisfied customer and shuffles back towards the laughing crowd. He picks up a shining tankard and pushes a cloth into the top of it, shining it up out of habit. He leans on the bar opposite to the major and perks an ear, listening to the tale being told. He rolls his eyes slightly at yet another tale of new-recruit uselessness - reminded all too much of his comical failings as a patrol-hare of recent times. He turns and fills up the tankard in his hands with a light ale and sips it, raising an eyebrow at the major before pottering further down the bar.

Jarril nods his head at Zeraph but turns back to the bar again.  "Take that one behind me.  Who knows how he got that done to him.  Hang on..."  Turning his head again he looks at Zeraph.  "Been fighahing?"

Zeraph twitches only one ear, very rapidly. He nods a little. "I was drawn inte a boxin' match sir..." Then his ears begin to slide back a little. "...broke someone's rib.." He says quietly, as if not sure if he'll get in trouble for putting a fellow fighter in the infirmary.

Jarril nods his head and goes back to his drink once more.