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Salamandastron: Recreation Room
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The recreation room for the army of the Longpatrol. Here soldiers come to
relax after a hard day's work and the officers come for a game of cards or
a quick drink by the fire. The room is quite large, having to deal with a
lot of hares at one time. Along one wall there is a large worktop with
some cuhsioned stools lining one side of it. On the other side of the
worktop there stand many kegs and bottles, lined so that they can be
easily opened by someone standing on the inside of the bar but well out of
reach of the rowdy hares on the other side. There are a few woollen cloths
on the bar and mats in front of each stool. The next thing nearest to the
bar are the round tables, each with 4 chairs around and a lantern in the
middle of each one. There are a couple of slightly larger oval tables with
8 seats around, obviously for larger crowds. The other end of the room is
littered with armchairs, comfortable armchairs,  each pair with a small
table in between. The armchairs are near the fire, used to heat the room
and provide extra comfort for the relaxing soldiers.
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                  Visible Exits:
[Out]

Sorrel looks over to the ypunger hare. "agh, I'm fine, had a far lot worse, Ah'm ythankfu; tisn't a broken nose."

Heading into the room, Jarril looks about as he carries a parchment, looking for the bars notice board, he pads up to it and begins to put up a sign on the latest results from the trainee's or the future long patrol officers.  Making sure it looks okay, the major continues by putting another scroll up carefully, minding his own business for the time being.

Taye looks slightly less sure about that than Sorrel does, but nonetheless he nods, and turns back to the bar. With a thoughtful "hm," he digs around in his pockets for a moment before he finally comes out with the intended item - a somewhat worse-for-wear bit of parchment, folded. This he sets on the counter-top, and looks around. The parchment is sealed shut, with the emblem of the Long Patrol upon it and Jarril's name scrawled across it.. He wouldn't be thinking of taking a look at it, now would he? Neeeeever.

Sorrel shrugs herself, and wonders what is taking Neville so long.

Taye looks slightly less sure about that than Sorrel does, but nonetheless he nods, and turns back to the bar. With a thoughtful "hm," he digs around in his pockets for a moment before he finally comes out with the intended item - a somewhat worse-for-wear bit of parchment, folded. This he sets on the counter-top, and looks around. The parchment is sealed shut, with the emblem of the Long Patrol upon it and Jarril's name scrawled across it.. He wouldn't be thinking of taking a look at it, now would he? Neeeeever.

Sorrel shrugs herself, and wonders what id taking nevilleso long

Jarril stands back and nods his head as he makes his way to the side to let the younger hares to go check on their new scores on their training.  Letting them be by themselves to either congradulate or curse him, the major makes his way further into the bar area, nodding to various hares that he knows and stopping to talk to some, being led to one part or the other.

Seeing the parchment with the name on it, as well as hearing Jarril approaching, one of the other runners-in-training nudges Taye in the side rather sharply, and Taye's head jerks around. Blink! Oh. He snatches up the parchment, and off of the stool he hops, coming to attention as Jarril's wanderings bring him nearer. "Majah, sah, I have a message - ah, a message fer you, that is." Yes.

Pausing slightly, Jarril blinks as he raises a brow at Taye's approach and coughs slightly.  "Hmmm, a message ya say?"  Giving Taye a look.  "Well, best let me have it."

Taye passes the message to the major, and tries to stand at attention but his gaze keeps slipping towards the score postings where the other recruits are alternately fawning or cursing over their scores. "Yes, sah."

Jarril takes the parchment as he nods his head back at Taye, opening it up and giving it a look through quickly, nodding his head and then folding it back up again before slipping it into his pcoket.  "Thank ya.  Ya may go now."  The major not going to let Taye know what that message was about,

Taye watches Jarril intently as he puts the pocket away without saying anything. Ooh, darn. With a small inward sigh, he salutes. "Yes, sah. Thank ya, sah." He turns on his heel, and over to the score-posting he trudges, though with slightly less enthusiasm, now. However, he gets a few congratulatory slaps on his shoulder as he nears the board, and when he sees his score, he does his best to hide the grin of satisfaction. Humility and all that malarcky. ;p

Jarril makes his way over to the bar and leans on it, making his order as the major goes back to his thinking again.  Feeling someone else try to budge his way through to the bar but noticing the rank, the fighter pauses and backs off, trying to slink back into the crowd again.  Not paying that much attentio, the major gets his ale and then moves away from the bar to find a seat to sit down at.

Taye dissolves into the sea of young faces as they congratulate and laugh and just generally tease each other, and eventually the group moves towards the door, and out.