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Logfile from Redwall Muck Jarril.

Earblade paces back and forwards for a moment or two, tapping his chin as his does so, before eventually turning to face the major and frowning slightly. "Jarril m'boy, we really need to sort this thing out" he states, before turning on his heel and pacing a bit more. He comes to a stop and turns again, "Its nearly upon us that its the time of the season to honour the veterans of the patrol and give the young'uns a taste of a patrol and whatnot" he states, nodding in agreement with his own statement. "And that's why I asked for you to see me, we need to gather up the veterans and some of the inexperienced patrollers and send them on a ceremonial patrol over to Halyard, formalities and whatnot. We will of course send a few patrollers with them to make sure they get there without trouble, but just an honour guard and wotnot" explains the old colonel. "I'll need you, major Jarril, to gather those who are escorting and make sure the people going know the arrangements, feel free to delegate but make sure its given its given its full priority!!!"

Jarril is standing at full attention while he is listening to the colonel talk while moving from one end of the room to the other.  Being in full attention, even his ears are standing firm and straight up as he blinks slightly, catching his name being spoken.  Listening with a few short nods, the major waits until the colonel has finished and coughs.  "Yes sah.  I already have a few new recruits that would benefit the patrol as for the veterans."  The major pauses for a moment.  "Do you have any ideas on that one, sah?"

Rothal stands at attention nearby, listening to the older hare tell Jarril what is going on.  Not quite concerned about it, but if he shows a lack of interest, he could easily be in trouble.  He can't really talk either, since he's low in rank.  So he simply stands and listens.

Earblade stops pacing as the major speaks and raises an eyebrow towards Jarril. "Suggestions Major? I'm asking you as you're working on training the new recruits therefore you should know who would benefit most from going on a ceremonial patrol. It would work best if you tell them they're part of the guard, hence giving them a bit of field experience without endangering them and whatnot." explains the Colonel. "I'll need you to stay here with the others that don't go along, but find someone to lead the "patrol" over there, someone who would benefit from the experience but isn't ready for a full patrol yet. I'm leaving it in your capable hands Major." He nods to Rothal, "And you m'lad are to pass the message on to all the veterans who might want to join, theres a ceremonial patrol and they should go along."

Jarril nodding his head again, the major ponders.  "Aye, I know which hares ta send."  Looking back at the colonel.  "Is that all?"  Wanting to know if there was any other business that the colonel wished to address him at this time.

Earblade room-pages, "You could have easily have gone into idle wonderings, "Well actually there was a promising hare in the range the other day, looked like his skills were rather promising but seemed to lack confidence when I chatted to him, might do him some good..." and some other random whitterings :P".

Rothal bites his bottom lip after Earblade addresses him.  He stays where he is, unsure of just which veterans Earblade is speaking of.  It would be improper to talk to someone higher in rank then him without permission, so he waits, listening to the other two talk.

Earblade nods quietly, glancing back towards the major, "I'd prefer if you let me know your decision of ceremonial lieutenant for the patrol as soon as possible, though don't forget, an actual lieutenant might find it demeaning or honourific, make your decision carefully. That'll be all major" finishes the colonel, looking back to the fighter before he's finished speaking, "Rothal m'boy, Do you need some help with the task or are you ready to sort it out and wotnot?" he asks carefully

Giving a nod, the major makes his way back to the room, muttering.  "Hmm, lieutenant, that's something for me ta think about."  The major moves to sitting down on one of the chairs as he leans back on it.  "Hmmm, should really promote someone as well since Humbert's gone."  The major's voice trails off as he mulls over some names, one of which makes him sit right back up again as something else had come up.  "Hmmm, yes...  He did say something had moved once when someone didn't touch it."  He shook his head.  "Nah, he won't do, not if he's seeing things..."  The major goes back to pondering again quietly.

Rothal nods in reply to Earblade's question.  "Yes, sah."  His attention is drawn to Jarril, and he wonders idly if he mighn't be chosen.  With his luck, he probably would.  Sighing, he turns his attention back to Earblade, to hear who he's supposed to be taking messages to.

Earblade glances back to Jarril, a grave look on his face at the mention of the replacement of a deceased officer, "Not too hasty Major, unless an officer is replaced in the heat of battle, as occasionally is the case, you get the grace of making a calm and rational decision about their replacement. Think long and carefully, don't worry too much about this patrol, its only a temporary honourific, not an actual promotion" he advises, before looking back to Rothal, "Ok, Just have a chat around the recreation room and other social areas, you'll soon enough figure out who are the elder fighters and veterans, once you've found one they'll lead you to the rest. I'll leave it up to you m'lad"

Jarril nods his head as he watches Rothal head out and gets back up again, making his way over to the table to the colonel.  "Sah, I get right onto it."  Looking back to where Rothal has gone, he ponders and then asks something.  "Will ya be going on the patrol sah?"

Earblade nods as Rothal leaves to carry out his orders and relaxes, knowing being at ease with Jarril won't make much difference. He rubs his back slightly and winces, glancing over as a question is asked, "On the ceremonial patrol major?" asks the Colonel with a quizzically raised eyebrow, "Nope, Although I miss the good old days when I were back patrollin', I'm not going to waste my time reliving em! Its just fer the sake of those who need to go through the motions to remember their youth and wotnot. And they're perfectly welcome to, as you will be if yer stop flingin' yerself into danger at every turn. Anyways, thats all major, you're dismissed" finishes the Colonel as he takes a seat and pulls a piece of paperword towards him, not looking up.

Jarril blinks for a moment and goes to say something but stops.  The major blinking and doesn't take that many risks, does he?  Looking about, he nods and turning around he starts to leave the room.

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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Padding into the room, Jarril keeps his paws behind his back as he's in deep thought still about what was said at the end.  Moving to a chair, the major sits down.  Having a concerned look on his face, the major leans back and ponders things, moving a paw to brush gently over his eyepatch, giving a slight sigh.  Speaking quietly to himself.  "I don't take that many chances do I?"

Neville runs from one end of the bar to the other as hares line up to get drinks. He wears a scowl and refuses any hare that asks for anything more complicated than an ale or something from a bottle, beinf far too rushes to keep up with the current orders, let alone make anything special.

Darklett seems to be drawing entertainment from the frantic Neville, though he hides his amusement well, at risk of the barhare beating him senseless with a mug (or even worse, cutting him off!). He sips lightly at a nearly full mug of light ale, eyeing a second one placed before him that he's sure was meant for somebeast down the bar... Oh well. His attention is caught by Jarril, and he turns in his barstool, grabbing the extra mug, and sliding off, walking towards the major. "Major," he greets, placing the two mugs down on a nearby table, and throwing a smart salute. "Care for a drink?"

Jarril snaps out of his thoughts and looks up at Darklett, putting on a better face as he replies.  "Aye, lad. Whatever Nev is serving will suit me fine right now."

Darklett nods, sliding the completely full mug towards Jarril and picking up his own barely emptied one, sort of... awkwardly standing there for a few seconds, wondering if he should wait for permission to be seated... He finally sits of his own accord, and sips his drink, swallowing that down and glancing towards the major curiously.

Jarril takes the mug that Darklett had passed over to him, then downing the whole mug in one go, placing it back onto the table with a slight bang.  "Mmmm, that's better."  Moving away from the bar again and away from the mad bustle of hares shifting about and everything, the major finds a more quieter place to sit and leans back in one of the chairs, returning back to his thoughts.

Darklett's curious look grows a little more so as he watches his superior down the whole mug without stopping. "You look perplexed," the lieutenant says, coolly, as he takes a short draught from his vessel. "If you don't mind me saying, major."

Jarril looks up at Darklett and gives a nod.  "Just some things ta think about, that's all."  He replies.  "Anyways, how goes?"  The major asks softly, though still occupied with some thoughts on top of if he should really discuss this with a lower rank than himself or with anyone really.  Placing his paws on the arms of the chair he flicks an ear, catching some conversation then returning his concertration on Darklett again.

Darklett relaxes back in his chair with a nod, going into a more restful position. At the question, he shrugs, tilting his head to the side slightly with the motion. "It goes well, I guess. Not much going on, really, just the hum-drum everyday duties I've got. I guess you've been keepin' yourself busy?"

Jarril nods his head.  "Aye.  Got new orders from the colonel.  Ceremonial patrol ta Halyward village.  New recruits and veteran's.  Have ta think about who ta pick, doncha know.  Some contenders come right to the top of my head actually."

Darklett raises his eyebrows in interest, almost leaning forward, but keeping the rest of his body language neutral. "Oh, ceremonial? Huh." He pauses for his own sake, then continues in a tone of interest, but not eagerness. "Who have you thought about taking?"

Jarril leans back in the chair and mulls things in his head.  "Well, that's that young leveret, Lightpaw.  He's going to be a fast runner.  Excellent tracking skills.  Passed a lot of the hard tests withou flicking an ear, he get faster than me when he grows up come ta think about it.  Buckhlay has shown promise in fighting.  Not ta sure about Tori though.  She's okay but is a bit timid."  He mulls something over.  "Maybe getting to see the world on a patrol may toughen her up though."

Darklett nods slowly at his choices, having never heard of any of those three, but certainly giving off the impression. "Well, let's hope they live up to your expectations; we wouldn't want to get stuck with a whole batch of bad eggs, right?" He smirks behind his mug, taking another drink.

Jarril gives Darklett one of those bad dark looks as he watches him take a drink.  "Excuse me?  Ya saying I can't train some young officah's?"  He ponders on that one and corrects himself.  "Well, me and other major's, colonels?  Hmmm.  Maybe I should pass that one along, wot."

Darklett's eyes drift off to the side as he's not given any sort of response he was considering, though they quickly flick back to Jarril. "No, sir, that wasn't what I was saying at all. Just seems there are hares out there that are..." He pauses, as if trying to make whatever he's about to say sound nicer. "...Incompetent."

Jarril shakes his head and lowers it.  "Funny, I think that's what Colonel Earblade was telling me not so long ago."  He nods to a passing bar-helping hare for another drink and turns his attention back to Darklett.  "I ain't that reckless am I?  Ya can forget the rank for the moment."

Darklett blinks, looking a little unsure about the sudden permission to speak as equals with the major. "...Reckless?" He ponders this for a while, until he realizes he's created quite the awkward silence. "Reckless... Well, I don't know, I haven't seen enough to pass a judgement." Another long pause. "But on the last patrol we did, I was rather sure you were going to get yourself killed with that pirate get-up."

Jarril nods.  "Aye, maybe ya right.  It was the only thing I could think of in trying ta save that dibbun rabbit though."  Nodding as he takes the mug again, the major ponders more as he sips his ale.  "Sorry, don't mind me. I am a bit setback after wondering why I take so many risks.  I haven't exactly got anything from it apart from a few injuries and an eye missing."  Chuckling.  "At this rate I never make it ta the ceremonial patrol as a veteran.  I be long gone by then."

Darklett raises a paw and waves it downwards in a dismissive gesture. "Don't worry about it." He takes a drink from his mug, smacking his lips with a quick exhale. "...Do I still have permission to speak freely?"

Jarril blinks and nods his head.  "Aye but get whatever ya want off ya chest now though."  Sipping his ale as he listens to whatever Darklett has to say on the matter.

Darklett nods. "Maybe what you need to do is be more aware of all the choices available. Instead of acting on your first instinct, I mean." He shifts in his seat. "I'm not saying what you did on our patrol was wrong, necessarily, because it was just about as brave and perilous as the chaps who thought up the Long Patrol would be, in my opinion. But there may have been a... less risky way." Again, he shifts, drinking down another gulp of his ale.

Jarril ponders that for a moment and then speaks softly.  "Yeah, perhaps but since I've been doing pretty much things on my own since joining here.  I've always gone back ta the story that a vermin will back stab someone offering another choice.  Sometimes ya have ta do the perilous ta get the upper paw."  He smiles.  "Anyways, I take it inta account anyways.  It's not like we have any trouble on our doorstep ta be honest.  It's only a parade style patrol ta show off young and old with the inhabitants within the village anyways."  Taking a sup of his ale.

Darklett nods. "Yeah, I haven't heard anything else about those vermin types Rothal reported seeing a while ago. Guess they scattered, or something." He tilts his mug back into his mouth, licking his lips, and continuing, "Still, I'd be careful. That doesn't necessarily mean they've disappeared."

Jarril nods.  "It's would've helped knowing if it was a few or a whole bunch of them, but aye.  Not a patrol has seen them at all lately.  Don't worry, I've had ordered ta send proper fightah's along with them for protection as well.  I ain't going ta have recruits and veteran's go on their own, that would be foolhardy."

Darklett nods quickly. "Oh, of course, wouldn't be sane at all. I guess you're headed on to Halyard with them, too, right?" The lieutenant empties his almost depleted mug, and places it on the table. "Taking your patrol with you, then? That seems like the most obvious thing to do."

Jarril ponders that one.  "I think I am, not that sure ta be honest."  The major takes another sip once more.  "I don't think the colonel has chosen which patrol that is going ta be honest with ya."

Darklett jerks his head back in a sort of confused surprise, his eyes shifting just barely to the side for a second before refocusing on Jarril, leaning forward and speaking. "Well, it seems weird to make you plan it and not allow you to go, doesn't it?"

Jarril shrugs.  "I am ordered ta do what I am odered ta do.  Maybe whoever is doing the patrol is busy right now ta prepare it.  I was ordered ta pick the best recruits.  Rothal was asked ta go about the veteran's.  If I am ordered ta go on the patrol I will.  If not then I do other duties that the colonels see fit.  That's all I can ask really, even I have ta follow orders."  The major gives a slight grin.  "Even if it looks like I bally well don't sometimes."

Darklett lets his head move up and down in a slow nod as he hears Jarril speak, a little smirk forming at the last comment. "Hey, if that's the way you have to be to get on the right side of things in this mountain, then that's the way." He shrugs in a sort of mock defeatism, chuckling and resting back in his chair. "After all, they do know what they're doing. That's why they're Colonels."

Jarril nods.  "Aye but in all honesty I think a few of them resent me for getting ta Major rank a bit ta quickly really."  He smiles a bit more.  "Not that I will mention on how I managed it of course, don't think they want that ta happen again."  Placing the mug down on the table, he leans forwards and smiles.  "Okay, but keep this one ta yaself but it's probably well known anyways.  I spent a long time while in Mossflower the first time we were there, just after the earthquake.  No one was taking charge at one point, so I took bally well stock and ordered people about like I knew what I was doing.  Got noticed as well."  He leans back again gently.

Darklett looks interested at the notion of Jarril being rushed to his rank, looking like more than just a few thoughts are crossing his mind before he listens intently to Jarril. "So, all you did was act like you were an officer, even though you weren't?" He thinks over this for a second. "Huh." He seems to be giving this -serious- thought.

Jarril looks at Darklett for a moment.  "Yeah but I don't think they let that one happen again but then again.  I took indicative, the camp was being attacked by vermin from the abbey that was taken over.  No one else was around so it was either die or take charge.  I chose the latter, wot.  It saved lives at any rate.  But think about it, it means more paperwork, doncha know, more responsibilities."  The major shakes his head.  "Not ta mention losing whoever is under ya and trusts ya.  Those always hurt I suppose."  He smiles.  "Oh I suppose I am making ta light of it though, I've done things, gone through a major war with the sea corsairs as well as many battles in Mossflower.  So I got promoted early, they wouldn't promote if they didn't think I couldn't do the job.  Even if I am a bit bally well reckless at times."  The major chuckles.  "Mind ya, bit of advice, don't insult a horde leader ta much, ya lose an eye or worse."

Darklett snorts in a quick chuckle. "I guess I'll just let things play out, then. I'm not gonna -try- and get my rank before I'm ready-- I've already told how I feel about being a lieutenant right now. Although, I'd like to get some real on-patrol experience as a lieutenant, heh. You know, get to see what it's -really- like." He adds, after a moment of afterthought, "Not to mention see if I'm gonna be taken seriously or not."

Jarril nods.  "Speak ta ya major about it then.  See if there's any patrols available or ask ta go on another one.  Ya never know if ya get the nod."

Darklett nods. "Planned on it. I'll have to stop by the infirmary and see what Rah's been up to, anyway-- I'm starting to get antsy, just sitting around doing all the lieutenant paperwork, plus the stuff I get handed down from my superiors." He stretches out his legs, then retracts them back in. "Need to go out and... do somethin'."

Jarril grins.  "Privilege of rank, ya know ya should move it down ta a fightah or something.  make them do it.  Get more time ta volunteer for other things then but it'll make ya life a bit more dangerous though but doing paperwork will guarantee getting ta an old age."  He looks side to side for a moment and looks at the room.  "Look at most of these hares, me included.  Some may or may not be around long, some will.  Who can tell, but I let ya know something."  He looks at Darklett again with a serious look on his face.  "Ya an lieutenant now, someone or others knew ya could do it.  Don't worry about it, just get on with it and live for the day.  If ya can move paperwork down on someone else, then do it.  If a patrol wants volunteers, then go for it.  In the end, ya be remembered on the actions ya take.  Tell ya the truth, I rather die on the battle field than of old age and unable ta do anything.  At least I be helping others in need at the time.  But if not, then so be it."  He coughs and clears his throat."  Pausing.  "Sorry, rambling on, wot.  Shouldn't do that and don't ya bally well tell me it's okay due ta my rank, wot."

Darklett chuckles, moving a paw to the back of his head, scratching there for a few moments. "Some of this paperwork -can't- be passed down, though. Strictly officerly orders of business, or something of the sort..." He shrugs, rolling his eyes. "Ah, well... I figure there's a reason I was promoted, I guess. I'll just volunteer for whatever I can find, see what I can get my paws on when it comes to work outside the rock. That's what I joined up to do, might as well go on and do it."

Jarril blinks slightly.  "Ya don't get everything handed down, do ya?"  The major pondering for a moment on what usually he gets handed down from colonels sometimes.  "Well, I suppose we could make ya into a Salamandastron Recorder like they had at the abbey."  The major winks with his only eye.  "Though I think the librarian would challenge that one.  Don't think she be pleased at all, wot."

Darklett shakes his head. "I should -hope- I don't get -everything.- That'd just be a bad show on Major Rahier's part, heh!" He grins, laughing a little, before raising his brow and quickly shaking his head, 'no.' "Recorder? Bah! No sir, not even worth joking about, Major!" He laughs, still, however perturbed by the thought he is. "I'd rather be assigned to doing dishes than getting stuck reading and writing all day long, that's for sure-- Besides, I'm already quite good at kitchen duty!"

Jarril nods.  "How's the cook getting along, ya know the old otter.  Not causing ya any problems?"

Darklett shakes his head. "None at all, so long as he keeps on cooking, right? He isn't cutting my meals short, so he's good in my book."

Jarril nods for his mug to be refill, holding it up to another hare and goes back to the discussion.  "Well, we ain't exactly light eaters, wot.  Surprised he wanted the job but I've talked ta him a fair bit.  Doesn't want ta travel no more.  He's in his autumn seasons ta be honest.  He's hoping for some peaceful seasons ta be honest."

The day had been long indeed for the healer. Buck had been stuck with morning and afternoon shifts, and with sunburns and sand rashes never ending from the new-found heat outside.. Buck hadn't gotten off his paws the whole day. It must be obvious. His uniform is wrinkled and his fur mussed. Even his finely trimmed mustache of fur was slightly crooked. Without much of a word or eve look to the other bar patrons, Buck slumps into a stool and calls for a dark ale. Only then does the hare chance a look over. He throws up a salute to the others and turns back, letting them go on with their conversation.

Darklett nods knowingly. "I know, I know. I've been running a lot lately, trying to keep in shape for all I put down the old tummy. Seems to be working; if my legs were a little longer I could pass as a runner, I think." His eyes move over to Buckthorn as he enters, and he almost laughs aloud at the sight of the disheveled hare... The laugh, luckily enough, is stifled. "Hey, Buck-o! Rough day?"

Jarril grins and crosses one of his long legs over as he watches Buckthorn move past and nods taking the mug from the bar hare.  Blowing on the froth, the major takes a sip.

Buckthorn gathers up his drink as it's passed to him. The hare stifles a yawn and looks at Dark with half-lidded eyes. "Rough? Huh." He grunts, taking a long draft of his ale. The healer places the mug back on the bartop with a solid 'thump'. "Th' next bally splinter I get... hurrmp! Used t' pick whoel sticks o' slinters out o' me own rump... not running t' th' infirmary with a twig in meh paw like these young'uns. Ho no!" He says with a nod, turning back to the drink. "I jus' need ah day off... or... or somethin'."

Jarril grins back and nods at Buckthorn.  "Well, everyone was young one day."  The major realising something he hadn't done for a while, deciding to drop the subject of getting his non eye checked out.  "They grow up."  He says, taking a sip of the mug in his paws.

Darklett smiles at the healer buck, shaking his head slowly. "Ah, you've gotta get some patience, ya big -grump.- Come over here and sit with us, so we don't have to shout..." He motions to a hare, and that hare picks up his mug and goes to refill it.

Buckthorn runs a finger around the top of his drink, watching the condensation collecting and pouring over the sides. "They do. I did. Too fast, if yeh ask meh." He replies with a slight shrug. The hare lays his ears back as Darklett speaks. "Arrg." He grunts, waving a dismissive paw. He reluctantly spins in his chair and slides off, moving to one closer. "Y'young rip." He replies with a snort of a laugh.

Jarril just watches Buckthorn and shakes his head, speaking quietly.  "I wonder what he say if I said I needed this injury checked on."  Pointing to his black eyepatch.  Supping more of his ale, the major goes back to pondering on the orders he got earlier.  "So, any thoughts on new recruits in ya patrol that would want ta go on this patrol?"

Darklett snorts, accepting his newly refilled drink and immediately going to work on emptying it. "Aahhh..." He clicks his teeth together with a smirk at Jarril's side comment, and watches Buck as he sits down. "Ah, new recruits? Well, there's always the new-er- recruits like that Thistle. She seems ready enough for a patrol."

Jarril gives Darklett.  "Well, it's not much, it's mostly a walk ta the village, parade about and then head back.  I ain't expecting much action or anything."  The major muses.  "Not unless the scouts that are out right now come back with word on where the vermin are that Rothal saw that is.  Hopefully they be back before the patrol sets off."  Sipping his ale once more before resting the mug on his leg.

Buckthorn turns his eyes up and tilts his head. "That ol' injury... not much fer that, I wouldn't imagine... 'less yeh'd like ah glass eye 'stead o' that patch... but then 'ow would yeh play pirate, Majah?" He asks with a rare amused chuckle. He lets his gaze fall back to his drink as they talk. "Patrol?" He inquires, looking slightly interested. "T' Halyard, y'say? Are there 'ny healers signed up yet?"

Jarril gives a sly grin at Darklett before turning his head to Buckthorn.  "Actually, me and Rothal only got orders ta look for who ta put on patrol."

Darklett shrugs. "Well, still, it's got all the procedures and things a new recruit needs to know. Something small like this should be a good practice before any real big patrol comes, and they don't know what they're supposed to do, right?" He shrugs, sinking back in his chair and drinking again. "Either way, there should be as many hares on this patrol as possible who have not had any patrol experience, in my opinion."

Jarril nods.  "I don't want it ta big though.  I was thinking on a score or two at least.  All depends on the levels and who I be picking ta do guard duty from the main patrol.  Which mostly be fightahs, wot.  A healer or two ta make sure the veteran's are okay since some of them haven't done a patrol in a while."

Darklett shrugs. "Guess if that's what you think is right. You're the one picking, not me, though I can see why a large patrol'd be unnecessary and hard to keep track of..." He ponders this with a sip from his mug. "Mm." He swallows, looking to the healer. "Buck-o, this looks like the perfect time for you to get out of that infirmary!"

Buckthorn keeps drinking, his eyes moving to each as they speak. "Ah, I see." He says, sounding only half-interested. The hare leans back and sighs. "Yes, it doesn. Maybe I should kick up meh heels and visit ol' Keita ah'gain. Af'er all..." He leans in and winks. "Her ale is by fa' meh favorite."

Jarril gives a quick look about in case he can see Nev anyways and nods his head.  "Good job Nev isn't about ta hear that one.  Hmmm..."  He looks to the door.  "Must've gone down ta the cellars again."

Darklett raises a brow. "Really? Huh. Nev's is my ale of choice, definitely." He keeps his voice quiet... You know, just in case. "Anyway, it sounds like your kind of deal!"

Jarril nods his head.  "Well, I have ta think on who I am sending.  I know word will get about but they have ta see me or Rothal about it.  I am dealing with the guard so I'll decide what patrol is going ta support that one."  The major goes quiet and ponders.  "Speaking of which I have ta get back ta work soon enough.  There's going ta be another practise patrol anyways.  I have one set up for some more scouting practise.  Just need ta find a hare ta go off beforehand and evade capture.  See if the new recruits will be able to capture."  The major smiles on that one.

Darklett downs the rest of his drink, relaxing back again with a long sigh of delight with his ale. "Ah, don't let me keep you if you've got work to do. Good luck with all this planning, Major, that next practice patrol sounds like it should be interesting to follow." He stands up, anticipating the exit of the major.

Jarril smiles and looks at the mug.  "I said I was thinking on it, officah."  The major takes a sip of his ale.  "Heh, not as much as the final test."  The major drums his fingers on the mug.  "Next they have ta evade capture themselves from a score of experienced tracking hares.  Can't have officah's unable ta evade vermin horde on their tail, wot."

Buckthorn drains the last of his drink. "I dunno, mates. Ah patrol? I could take it 'r leave it... though really? I wouldn't mind some o' Keita's ale." He repeats to himself, nodding. "Ah, Nev would pop ah top, I'd 'magine. But hey, 'ee ah'ready knows I aint too fond o' his concoctions." Buck glances over to the bar, as if the bar hare would jump out from behind it. "Vermin, huh? Didn't know 'ny t'was 'bout. Wasn't last time I made th'bally runs o' the beach."

Jarril turns to Buckthorn as he looks up.  "There's been word of some about but they're proving hard ta find.  They may have moved out of the area, looking for something else.  Salamandastron has become a wide berth for vermin usually these days, wot."

Darklett stays standing, not wanting to sit back down, at risk of looking like a complete buffoon. "Ah, well, that should be even more interesting!" He turns to Buck, nodding as Jarril speaks. "No sign of 'em anywhere after they injured Rothal. The problem is, the way Rothal described them, there are supposed to be a pretty large number of vermin out there... so if they've kept in hiding this whole time, we definitely need to keep a peeled eye out for them."

Jarril gives Darklett something ta do.  "Hey, while ya standing Dark.   Mind getting a hungry major some food.  Should be some scones left at the bar, if any hares haven't eaten them?"  He looks about and shrugs.  "If not, doesn't matter, I take a raid mission later on.  Need ta practise dodging that otter's ladle."

Buckthorn grumbles, his paws clutching around the empty mug. "An' well they should stay 'way from th' mountain... should'ah learned by now they get their tails licked e'ery bally time, wot?" He announces with a firm nod. "Oh yeah... th' arrow wounds, huh? I treated 'im af'er that... too bad. Need t' stay on their flea-bitten rafts an' off our fine beach, aye!" He turns to look up at Dark, a grin on his face. "I might 'ave t' double that ordah, mate."

Curses! Darklett's ears fold over a little as Jarril gives him his food order, the buck trying not to scoff and plop right back down and say, 'You're closer!' ...He's about to take off to get the scones, when Buck makes an order, too... The healer hare gets a squint. Then, he walks over to the bar, grumbling once out of earshot, and peering around the mass of hares for these scones. He gets about bowled over by a hare that wasn't paying attention where he was walking, and after passing that obstacle, he steps forward right into the path of a much larger hare, and gets nudged again, right into yet another larger hare, who, in an effort to right the lieutenant, knocks him the other way. Darklett almost trips over his own footpaws in the confusion, and grabs onto an empty barstool to save him from falling. This barstool teeters over, causing the hare to lose his balance again, overbalance himself, and trip face first into the bar, rattling the tray of said scones enough to drop four of them down on him...

Luckily, the hare's quick with his paws thanks to his throwing knife training, and  he catches two in each paw, his eyes darting around to see if anybeast saw his bumbling.

Jarril who had seen it all, decides not to say anything at all and goes back to his drink again, supping it gently.  Looking about, he spots a hare he wants to talk to and beckons the youngster over.  "Ah, Lightpaw, I have something for ya.  I am putting ya on patrol that's going ta happen.  Ya be representing the new long patrol recruits and doing a parade with the veterans at the village.  Ya need ta learn the route anyways, I be using ya as a messenger anyways.  Go on, have some fun."  The major smiles and see's the youngster go off quickly to his friends and smiles, murmuring softly.  "Ah, the joy of getting their first real patrol.  I remember that one...."  Taking a swig of his ale.

Darklett slowly gets up from his spot leaning against the bar, trying to shrug off all those stares he's getting, and block out those sniggers. "Ahem... Mmhmm..." He walks back over to Jarril and Buckthorn, offering two scones to each... Lightly smashed with the urgency of their respective catches, but still edible. "Here you go, Major, Buckthorn..." He gives both of them a -very- wide grin as he makes his delivery.

Jarril takes the scones and smiles.  "Thanks."  The major taking a nibble here and there.  "Ya know, Dark..."  The major says with a grin.  "Maybe ya been doing ta much paperwork and not enough practise."

Darklett sits down and rests in his chair again, rubbing his paws over the arms slightly, and taking a deep breath. "I practice with my knives all the time in the training room, if that's what you mean, sir."

Jarril grins back at Darklett.  "Maybe a bit more in the upper body strength then."  He looks at the bigger fighting hares and smiles.  "Mind ya, being a runner I wouldn't want ta be in a fight with them lot, leave them ta hit the vermin I say."

Darklett twists his mouth to the side, his eyes going over to the bigger hares. "Size never was my strong point, sir. That's why I keep with the range, I'm likely to get overpowered anywhere else." He draws his glance back to the major. "Though, I'll say I'm glad to have hares of that size on my side, without a doubt."

Jarril grins.  "Yeah, that's right."  The major gets up and stretches, popping the last of the scone in his mouth and swallows.  "Mind ya, they're slow in running, still fast enough ta outrun a slow vermin but with runners."  The major stretches again.  "Nothing ta it.  Now I really have ta get back ta work and think more on who ta pick.  If ya find anyone of interest, show them my way, okay?"

Darklett nods, standing up as the major does. "Right-o, Major. I'll keep my eyes and ears open." He gives a salute to the major. "Good luck with all your work, hope I don't get any extra dropped on me, heh."

Jarril smiles and gives Darklett a pat on the shoulder.  "Don't worry, there's always something about ta happen ta change that.  Have some fun though."  The major fixes his uniform and then heads off, leaving the lower ranks to relax a bit more without a higher ranking officer in the room.