06:40 PM

Such a rare occurrence and that is for Jarril to be within the village again after a certain incident or two, perhaps three...  However, the major has decided to spend his day off away from the mountain, the reports, the recruits that have been bothering him with countless questions.  The hare is sitting down at one of the tables looking relaxed and calm.

Keita isn't behind the bar when Jarril enters. However, she soon enters the main room of the tavern by way of the kitchen, a tray in paw. Sliding this onto the counter, she serves two customers the food they ordered. As a result, she doesn't immediately notice Jarril over at the tables. Hasn't done her customary sweep of the room, yet.

Jarril notices Keita but decides that since she's busy with other orders to keep quiet at the moment and just sit there, his ears catching a bit of conversation here or there in the room as he flicks a whisker from time to time as his nose moves.

After disappearing back into the kitchen and coming back out again with another tray, she goes about her serving thing, gimping along on her peg leg, until she's finished and takes a moment to step around the counter to consider the main of the room. Her eyes sweep the tables, at first glance shifting over Jarril as if not seeing him, but then sweeping back and lighting upon the familiar face. Her eyebrows go up, and she starts over his way. "... Why Majah, what brings ya here?"

Jarril smiles back as he replies.  "Oh it's my day off, thought I spend it away from the mountain.  Been spending far ta much time in there for my liking."

Keita's eyebrows go up. "All's not well in the glorious Fire Mountain, I take it?" There's a faint glimor of knowing amusement in her eyes.

Jarril shrugs slightly.  "Well..."  He pauses and ponders for a moment.  "Not exactly the mountain but ya could say that.  Anyways the change coming up will do for me."

Keita looks around the otherwise empty table Jar sits at, and takes the liberty to take one of the empty chairs. She drops into it, the pant leg of one hanging limply on the peg leg. It's an odd sight. "Not exactly the mountain? An' the change comin' up? I haven't gotten much o' any mountain gossip with that lockdown o' yers. I guess it's lifted, eh?"

Jarril nods.  "Aye and about time ta if ya ask me."  The major smiles and looks about at another table for a moment and back.  "I'd like ta know who gave that idea, nearly had a few fights before it had lifted.  Don't think hares are made ta be locked up, wot.  As for the other two.  I am leaving the area for a bit, maybe a season, don't know, not got all the details yet."

Keita looks surprised. "... Wow. Well, then. Where're you off to, 'n' why?" She leans back, arms crossing over her chest. Comfy.

Jarril replies back.  "Oh, mossflower country.  Taking some recruits for a change in learning.  See what the abbey can teach them and all.  Same things happening here, be a few of them being taught at the mountain."  Coughing slightly.  "Anyways, it be best if I don't hang about around this village that much.  Not decided on taking someone yet, things haven't been going that well between him and me lately."

Keita's lips quiver in the beginnings of a grin. "... Oh, aye?" She lowers her head, coughing into a paw to try and cover her amusement. "Well. Whatevah could that be about? Nothin' t' do with a certain, angry ole idiot o' a buck ragin' around 'bout his so-called son?"

Looking a bit flustered about this, Jarril gives a cough.  "What?  Randall, that big brute."  The major sighs slightly.  "He's lucky not ta be in a cell within the mountain right now."  Giving a pause.  "I don't know, not much of a proper father am I?  Can't protect him from that brute, can't stop him taking things out who he lives with now and I end up being injured and caught on the way back.  Aye it's for the best if I get away from here for the time being.  If only in saving some face with the patrah before it gets ta carried away."

Seeing Keita being called off to do something back in the kitchen, Jarril just leaves the conversation die off from there and remains at his table, relaxing.

Sometime soon afterwards, a hare appears through the kitchen door, whistling a little and heading for the rear of the bar itself.  Finding himself there, Rothal starts his usual work, and seeing as nobeast is ordering, the hare begins to clean off the counter.

Jarril getting up from his seat, the major heads on over to the bar and smiles at Rothal.  "So, how's life treating ya?"

Rothal glances up at Jarril, grinning slightly.  "Hey, majah.  Life's goin' pretty well fah me.  Yahself?"  The hare continues to wipe off the counter with the rag he is holding, though most of his attention is now focused on the other buck.

Jarril replies back.  "Oh this and that, ya know how it goes.  But it goes okay anyways."

Rothal nods, finally ridding the counter of whatever imperfection he had noted, tucking the rag into his belt.  "Aye, h'I know what yah mean.  Can h'I get yah a drink?"

Jarril nods.  "Aye."  The hare isn't going to pay for it though.  "Whatever ya have, still got that free offer with the owner, doncha know."

Rothal chuckles, retrieving a mug from nearby.  "Well then, let's see..."  The buck disappears, crouching down and peering into the darkness beneath the counter where several types of drinks have been stored.  A slightly dusty bottle is placed on the counter, and the buck stands, popping the cork from the bottle's mouth with a small knife.  "h'I think this'll do nicely, wot?"

Jarril looks at it for a moment. "Okay, what is it?"  Looking at the bottle for a moment before giving a grin.  "Not planning on poisoning me then?"

Rothal grins, pouring it carefully into the mug.  "Some of our finer whiskey, h'I believe.  h'It's been aged very nicely, an' h'I think yah'll enjoy h'it.  h'It comes from a good batch, an' all that whatnot."  The buck slides it across to the major, replacing the cork.

Jarril nods picking up the mug before giving it a small sip and nodding his head.  "'s good."  Before taking a bigger sip, lowering it down.  "So any gossip or that?"

Rothal leans against the counter, shrugging.  "Not really.  h'I just got back from the mountain a day or two ago, so h'I've had little time ta hear anythin'."