08:58 PM

Humbert points to the side as he strides at the front of the column, he waves for the major to catch up with him so he can see the rickety wooden front put on a cave mouth. Theres a sign just in front stating that "Cum in an ya Stabbed!" on the front, quite clearly labelling it as the hide-out of the motley crew of criminal types reponsible for the theft of goods that spurred the whole patrol. Humbert nods sagely to himself, forgetting to mention the fact that a scout had told him about it earlier.

Jarril slows down, nodding his head.  "Right, no one seems ta be about so we head back a bit and then watch.  I want ta make sure that we get all of them and also how many there are."  Moving back to where Neville is, the major grins.  "Just letting ya know that this is the last bally thing I am doing for ya."  Signalling for the patrol to move back a bit until the can find suitable hiding place to keep an eye on the said hideout, the major leans against some rock that had been formed by the waves over many seasons ago. Taking out a small dried apple piece, the major chews it gently, muttering quietly to Humbert.  "Calm before the storm.  Lets see if we can do this without ta much bloodshed.  If there's only two or three of them then I'd rather sneak up on them and then let them have it.  They can wake up and get the usual, march out of the territory thing."  Examining the small last bit of apple slice, the major turns it around.  "That's of course their polite and all.  Just one insult and well.  We can't have an

Jarril "That's of course their polite and all.  Just one insult and well.  We can't have anything being said about us like that.  I think Neville and Skipai should stay here though.  They ain't fighters.  In fact I rather if we have ta make a rush back, that they be a bit ahead of us on the way home."  Arrange a hare ta go back with them.  They don't really need ta see this, well Neville anyways.  I know the otter has but he's ta bally old, wot."

Humbert nods in agreement, moving back with the patrol, giving out short commands to various hares, who hand off their packs and slink off to surround the cave and make a perimeter. Humbert jogs slowly to the back of the column where he has a word with Neville, who looks rather glum at his approach. However, after the lieutenant has passed on orders, he and Skip exchange joyful looks and turn, along with a two-hare escort and start to make their way back to the village, Neville all to happy to be on his way back, even if it isn't to his own bar yet. Humbert strolls back towards the front of the group, making sure they pitch their tents out of sight and add a good layer of sand to camoflage anything that might stand out.

Skipai just hands Neville one of his famous buttered scones and munches on his slowly.  "Best for i'.  We're not fighters or that, besides I rather eat this grub.  It go t' waste by the morning so want t' help out as we walk?"

Jarril continues to wait idly, looking now and again in the general direction of the cave but mutters something to himself as he fixes his eye patch.  "Ya think they would be decent enough ta not make me wait so much."  Slipping his head back again, the major idly moves to checking his arrows instead, leaving some hare to keep on looking out.