09:01 PM
Logfile from Redwall Muck Jarril.

The tavern is jumping! The bartenders are scurrying! The orders are flying! Fortunately, Keita's not on shift. XD Instead, she's roaming about the tavern, looking pleased and smug and passing greetings to the new arrivals to the village.

Coming in after a very long, very hard day of examining young hares, Jarril blinks and see's even more business in the tavern than the day before and moves to the side quickly to get out of the way from those heading in or out of the tavern itself.  Looking about, he can't find a place to sit at the moment and makes his way over towards the bar, sometimes back-tracking though eventually he does manage it.  "Bally 'eck, busy in here t'day, wot."

Despite her desire to continue circling, her desire to brag to a familiar face is even greater, and so she finds herself heading for where Jarril sits at the bar. She sidles up beside him, leaning against the counter-top. Griiin. "C'n ya /believe/ this? I mean, c'n ya /believe/ this?"

Jarril nods.  "Aye, I saw them all last night when they arrived."  The hare makes an order and smiles.  "Pretty much sets ya up for a few seasons though, right?"

Keita laughs appreciatively, dipping her head in a nod as she turns so that she's facing outward, her eyes scanning the crowd almost lovingly. Then, with a grin, she indicates one beast here and another there with a nod. "There's a new stool, 'n' /that's/ the new curtains I'll have Apple make, 'n' ovah there? That's a coupla new barrels 'n' maybe some canvas sacks. Hell, migh' just remodel the whole damn tavern. I'll have enough t' do it, sure 'nough."

Jarril grins.  "Next ya be making loads of bedrooms ta rent with built in bathtubs."  The hare nods as he gets his drink.

Surprisingly enough, Keita actually looks to be /considering/ it. "Well, y'know, /could/ use some new tubs... Could easily up the price fer an ovahnight stay if'n I did!" And that thought's a happy one. She grins, looking satisfied. "Well! D'ya have a dr-" ... Well, yes, he does! It's just arrived. She chuckles. "Well, c'n I getcha anythin' else?"

Jarril shakes his head.  "Is money all that ya can think about Keita, dear."  He blinks and coughs, what made him say that.  The hare decides to take up his mug and take a long slow swig.

Keita's initial reply to Jarril's question is to laugh. She then claps him on the shoulder, shaking her head. "Nah, m'friend, nah! But a beast's gotta make a livin'!" Her words almost lost in the loud chatter from the crowded tavern.

Jarril nearly spills his drink.  "Aye, but I bet right now ya get paid more than what I do at any rates."

Keita flashes a cheeky grin, along with a nod. "Aye. I remembah the pittance the 'deah Colonel' used t' get. Not as if it's meant t' be for anythin' more than pocket change, anyway. Everythin' ya need's paid for ovah there. Hell, 'tis a nice deal, ya ask me."

Jarril chuckles.  "Aye, with extra blade in the belly when ya numbers up, wot."  The major picks up his mug.  "That and others hating tha patrah for butting in, yep all that I need."  He grins.  "Lovely deal that is.  Besides I get paid less than deah ol' colonel does."  He pauses.  "Then again I haven't exactly spent any of it, not since I joined anyways."

Keita rolls her eyes, though playfully. "Oh, spare me the sob story. Not like bartendin's 'xactly the safest occupation eithah." She takes a limping step back, then performs an amusing half-hop, half-twirl around on her peg leg. "Tada!" She turns, smirking at the buck. But then she grows serious, more out of curiosity than anything. "Whatcha gonna do with it?"

Jarril shrugs.  "Mabbe start a farm or something if I reach retirement age, though where I haven't a bally clue.  That or leave it all for Harper if something did happen which in my job."  The hare points to his eye patch.  "Probably more likely, ya like a target wearing this uniform ta some species."

"What's that kid gonna do with it?" Keita looks incredulous, but not exactly surprised that he'd say so. "I used t' see him about all the time 'fore he left for the Patrol. If anythin', he'd just sink it int' fishin'. That's one thing he got from that no-count fathah o' his. Or jus' from this village." She shakes her head.

Jarril nods.  "Aye, no doubt take it from him as well without a single thought on punching him."  A slight frown comes over the hare's facial features before he looks at Keita.  "And what would ya suggest I do with it?"

Keita shrugs lightly, limping back over to claim one of the only empty stools along the bar. She nods to one of the scrambling bartenders when they near. "That farm o' yers, or mayhaps a store. Betcha could do easy business with a weapons store or somethin' o' the like. You've got t' have some skills from that mountain o' yers."
Jarril moves over to where Keita is and leans against the bar.  "Perhaps, though I've been pressing for a promotion lately, but don't think I get it though."  Placing the mug on the bar itself.  "That incident with Taye didn't help much.  Then again maybe this going off ta the abbey may give me some good points my way."  The hare takes a sip of his ale.  "But a farm's a big thing, can't run something like that on my own anyways."

The door opens then, for of course the umpteenth time that day. The individual that enters is clearly an Abbeybeast, as is noted by his habit, and this young otter breathes a sigh of relief as he is greeted by the familiar scents and sounds of the tavern.

Keita's eyebrows go up at mention of Taye. "What, Rah's kid? What trouble's he gotten himself int' this time?" She looks around as one of the many beasts present bumps into her shoulder. When she sees that it's a familiar face, she grins and claps them on the shoulder. "'Ey there, mate! How ya been? Ya likin' all this activiity, eh? Eh?" She grins.

Jarril doesn't answer that question, glad that Keita is distracted and so he goes back to his drink.

Cercris slinks into the bar stealthily, relying on the crowd today to keep his profile low and blend into the background. Through some dodging and generally moving with the flow of movement in the tavern, he makes his way over to be nearby the LP hares and an otter, whom he wasn't sure where the beast came from.

Keita is distracted for long, though, don't you worry, Jarril! After exchanging some words with the familiar beast, she claps him on the shoulder and concludes with. "An' don't forgot! Drinks're half price fer the first two day's o' the festival, so that's startin' t'morrah. Let all yer friends know, eh? Assumin' they don't see the big blinkin' banner Aralc put up fer me out front." That said, she waves the creature on and returns her attention to Jarril. "So ya gonna participate in any o' the contests?"

Jarril blinks.  "Hmm?  What contests are they then?"

Keita grins. "Well, we're gonna have a couple of our own righ' here in the tavern. Figure on havin' a drinkin' contest, fer one, mayhaps a mug-stackin' contest. /NOT/ a glass-stackin' contest, though. I learned from the last time," she adds with a wry shake of her head. "Figure also t' have us a bartendin' contest. I s'pect my bartendahs t' win at that, 'least they bettah or I might just go 'n' highah the winnahs.'

Cercris snakes a seat at the bar not too far away from the trio, purposley next to a big otter so he wouldn't be as noticed, and orders a drink. He twitches his ear back and listens in on what the trio were talking about.

Jarril grins.  "Hmmm, if Neville wasn't so busy he win that I'd say but not seen him about as much, think he's spending much of his time down in our cellars making some new drink which means getting drunk faster."  He shakes his head.  "Doubt it unless there's a eating contest."  The major gives a sly grin on that one.

Flicktail moves into the doom, flanked by his big Ce Otter guards who always keep a watch on him, the fox moving and eyeing the Long Patrol Major with trepidation

Keita chuckles at Jarril's response. "Aye? Well, I wouldn't be one bit surprised if there was somethin' like a pie-eatin' contest. Ya know the way folks get at these sort o' things. The messiah the bettah." She grins.

Lily has arrived.

Flicktail room-pages, "so everyone knows, you may RP it as you see fit but my char background is he was a fairly well known FOx slaver, who preyed on Dibbuns, beyond that you wouldn't know his story".

Jarril shakes his head with a grin. "Wouldn't be a fair contest.  Hares would win flat out.  Can't say having hotroot either, had enough of that now in the mountain."  The hare isn't looking elsewhere so hasn't notice things about the room yet but he does push the mug for a refill however.

Flicktail guietly takes Jarril's mug nodding to the Barbeast and refills it with ale, handing it back to the Major

Kaim remains at the door for a second, before walking over, his cane eventually tapping an empty chair not too far away from either party in question. He eases into it, the young otter happy that he's found his way back to the tavern.

Cercris curses silently to himself as he takes a swig from his mug. The sound of someone entering and the familiar scent hit him like a brick. Although he had never personally met Flicktail, he was hired to gather information about him at some point. Unfortunately, the second he found out what the fox's proffession was he dropped the job without a second thought. Now he was just hoping that his presence doesn't cause his current watch to leave, or worse.

At Flicktail's assistance of the Major, Keita laughs. "Mayhaps I ought t' put you on m'payroll, eh friend?" She stands up, then, moving to head behind the counter to assist the other bartenders as more creatures file into the tavern.

Flicktail smiles nervously to Keita, his paw trembling abit when he offers the mug "it's awl roit... I like ta elp...

Jarril looks at Keita for a moment.  "What and after me making Brom come ta ya with that sheriff job?"  The hare picks up mug and looks at Flicktail for a moment and stares trying to think of some report he read from hundreds back at the mountain but shrugs turning his head back to Keita.  "He is doing a good job, no?"

Flicktail wacthes all the Hares,  the ermine is a new speciesto him as he sits...timidly sipping his own ale

Brom walks into into the tavern, checking how things are going here. The sheriff gives a smile and a nod to the beasts as he tries to make his way to the bar

Hetta walks nonchalantly towards the bar, plunks herself down on the nearest stool, and drops her shovel beside her with a heavy clunk.

Cercris sits there, wondering if he could or even should get the message over to the LP about the slaver. It would mean breaking his cover, but it would also mean a slaver of dibbuns getting what he justly deserved. However, if the LP found out what Cercris does, they wouldn't be as forgiving to him either, he suspected.

Flicktail gets a flagon of ale for each of his Camp Willow Otter guard, and offers one to Alrendo.

As soon as Keita gets behind the bar, the very first thing the other bartenders do is point her toward the kitchen. With a sigh and a laugh, she nods. "Yeah, yeah, 'm goin'! Got t' keep up with these food ordahs somehow, I guess." And with that, she hop-limps through the door and into the kitchen.

Brom looks to Hetta next to him and looks at the shovel, "What's that for?" he asks, noting Keita slipping off with a smirk

The door opens and Keita walks inside yawning from a day out at her stall, she looks around the room and smiles at Cercris walking over to er rat friend and smiling "Gud day"

Hetta gives Brom a curious up-and-down look. "Fer diggin' she says, and grins.

Brom looks back to the jill and smirks, "Well I guessed that much. What are ya diggin' for though?"

Hetta says, "Well it depends on what somebeast wants dug. I'm a ditcher. I get paid to dig. Mostly I dig graves."

Flicktail edges closer to Avoryn, looking him over cautiously

Avoryn sits with one Elbow on the Table. Yawning from an eventful day

Cercris nods to Apple "How goes, Fair Trader?" he smirks

Hetta looks cautiously at Brom's scimitars. "Wot're THOSE for, eh?"

Apple smiles and sits down in a chair next to the rat and stretches out "ahhh was well, aye seem tae ave found a market wid tha otters"

Avoryn looks At flicktail , wondering why he's being stared at

Cercris smiles "I'm glad to hear it. And hey, if you need any info on them, I'd be more than happy to offer my services to you for free," snickers a bit.

Brom looks over his shoulder and then back to the jill, "Just in case things get out of hand. I'm the sheriff here."

Flicktail's two Ottr guard forcfully sit him down in his seat, and he nods to Avoryn "er...ello ere

Avoryn gives flicktail a firm stare.

Jarril keeps quiet though his ears are picking up quite a bit of gossip going on in the room nonetheless, sipping his ale slowly at the bar.

Flicktail tries a timid smile on Avoryn "I..ope ye don't mind...doya...er..sir?

Hetta's eyes widen. She turns and looks with interest at the staring contest going on between Flicktail and Avoryn.

Avoryn says, "Don't mind at all . 've had nothin' but trouble today"

Flicktail says, "oh no Sir.. won't give ya no trouble.. me to guards ere woudl crack me skull...."

Hetta asks, "Have ya had any trouble today yet?"

Avoryn Looks at the two guards behind Flicktail and raises one Eyebrow "In a little trouuble with the law, are we?

Apple looks ovr at Flicktail and frowns "Wots up with him?" she asks quietly?" nodding towards him. She is about to say more when there is a pattering at the door and a otter pup walks in, walking stick clicking ont he grond

Brom glances over to Flicktail at the mention of guards and arches a brow, then looks to Avoryn and keeps looking about the crowd. Looking to Hetta at the question he nods, "Aye, a marten and the badger there had a scuffle. He's sittin' in a jail cell currently."

Flicktail says, "Oh... I turned meslef in Sir...ats...ats why I be starin, if ye forgive me..never been in a room with a badger nottrying to" he swallows hard "kill me"

Avoryn's eyes widen a little

Avoryn says, "I'm not going to ask unless youreally want to tell me"

Cercris says softly to Apple "A slaver. Traded dibbuns. I am five seconds away from slitting his throat myself, but I want to stay on good terms with this town,'

Flicktail shrugs "Maybe best not, just please don't make them eyes go red...I am just looking to be a good beast now... My Skippa from Camp Willow let me come ere....

Jarril still says nothing but the hare is thinking now on Flicktail in question, frowning slightly at his ale.  He coughs and looks up to one of the bartenders.  "Er, yes.  Could ya see if ya have any pasties at all, I have three.  Thanks."  The hare thinking food would help in his thoughts right now, just a snack before any main big meal later.

Avoryn looks over to Cercris. He can't hear what they're saying

Hetta squints at Cercris. "But you're a rat: wot do you care about Dibbuns?"

Avoryn says, "As long as you're not like that scoggin, I'm fine. Wots your name?"

Flicktail says, "Er..." he says the name which is usually known "I be FLicktail....I be sorry if it cojures bad times..."

Avoryn says, "Hmmm..." Avoryn looks towards the bartender " some water and a few scones for me"

Brom arches a brow at the jill's question but keeps out of it, looking over the crowd again.

Avoryn asks, "Well, Flicktail, Is there anything you'd like?"

Apple pats Cercris on the arm "Arrr is he with tha otters? Slavers i dislike them meself aye wish they;d leave us be, but aye will nae have ye killing bbeasts in town"

Flicktail says, "no Sir.. I must go do me chores, bein away from camp don't mean I don't ave to do me chores"

Cercris nods a bit and leans against Apple "Aye, I know this, and I respect your wish that I refrain from that business,"

Jarril smiles as he gets his food, not exactly paying attention to anything in the room now for the time being and takes a healthy bite out of the first one.

Avoryn munches on his Scone and takes a gulp of water. He looks towards Hetta's nasty shovel

Hetta is watching Jarril eat in wide-eyed wonder. She purses her lips and swallows hungrily.

Brom decides to make his way to the major and nods, "How's it goin' Major?"

Cercris sits up and smiles at Apple "I've been under a litle stress lately. I'm gonna go get some sleep, if you don't mind."

Avoryn Hands Hetta a scone. Ah, Here

Apple smiles at Cercris and hugs him "Tnats me rat" she stands up and sees im to the door "Ye take care now Cercirs an aye'll be seeing ye soon"

It doesn't take long for Jarril to get rid of the pastie at all and he's well on the second one in no time at all.  Twitching an ear, he swallows and looks at Brom.  "Ah doing good, how about yaself?"

Hetta snatches it both bothpaws and starts bolting it down, trying to say "thank you" between bites.

The tapping noise pauses its a young otter maid searching for something, her nose flares and her whiskers bob as she sniffs she grins as she picks up a scent and tunr un-nervingly towards Jarril and starts towards him, tapping the cane on the floor "Majah Jawwil. gudday wots"

Avoryn Avoids a flying crumb and says "no Problem at all..." he continues to watch the two beasts gorge

Cercris nods a bit, nuzzling one of Apples arms as she hugs him, and at the door says a soft good-bye and heads off.

Apple smiles after Cercris and moves to the bar to order herself a drink she looks around te room and smiles at everyone"

Brom shrugs as he looks around the crowd, "Busy. Quite busy. Although I've got my first prisoner since becoming sheriff."

Apple looks over at Brom and blinks "What...what has happened Brom? who did you have to arrest?"

Jarril grins at Brom.  "Hmmm, I see.  Well, good for ya."

Avoryn looks at Brom to hear his side of the story

Brom looks to Apple and nods, "A marten named Scoggin I think attacked avoryn over there. I didn't come in until the fighting was done but when I heard what had happened I threw the marten in a cell and had him patched up there."

Apple nods and shakes her head "Well that is nae any good, fighting ahhh this never happens normally" she smiles softly "But aye did ave a gud day on tha stool"

Avoryn asks, "When's he coming out?"

Pushing the empty plate back, Jarril drinks the remaining bit of his ale and smiles to the person behind the bar and remains silent again.

Brom looks to Avoryn and shrugs, "Haven't decided yet. I figure I'll keep him in there until the end of the festival and then figure out what to do with him from there."

Avoryn says, "I see"

Tema crosses over to Jarril and whacks her staff agaisnt his legs "Majah, duinnae pretend ye cannae hear me...tis me Tema"

Hetta is picking crumbs off the bartop with her paw and licking them off.

Apple nods to Brom and sits down on a stool which creaks under-neath her "Ahhh well tis good ye managed tae do ye job Brom, tis gud tae know your on tha ball"

Avoryn says, "Had The others not showed up, You might've been busy today, Hetta"

Hetta grins roguishly. "Well if there's any graves to dig, I can dig 'em."

Hetta asks, "You gonna kill this marten when you find him, badger?"

Avoryn says, "That's not for you to know. He won't get away with what he did, but kill might be a little bit of a stretch"

Apple looks across at Avoryn "Mister Avoryn if ye go aboot killing beasts in town tha be murder"

Avoryn takes a second scone and a second Swig of water

Brom nods and says, "Speaking of which, I'd better head out and walk around a little. G'day to you all."

Jarril grins. "I wasn't ignoring ya, just seeing how good ya are at tracking Tema, deah."

Avoryn says, "I couldn't possibly commit a crime oon the soil of this town, but if I meet him elsewhere..."

Avoryn says, "Ah, I wouldn't."

Tema grins and clicks her walking stick down on the floor and leans on it "Well as ye kin see mijah aye'm da best so am i, mch better then ye"

Avoryn says, "Most people don't understand the  Length of his crimes"

Hetta looks Avoryn up and down. "I wouldn't wanna be anybeast YOU'VE got it in for, badger!" She looks impressed by his size.

Jarril grins.  "Ah, would it now?"  He shakes his head.  "Perhaps, perhaps not."

Apple smiles at Avoryn "Of course aye dinna claim tae unnerstand what he has done"

Tema shakes her head "Of course aye am, so Majah yer still gonna show me bout?"

Avoryn fiddles with some crumbs

Jarril thinks on that one for a moment.  "Aye but when the festival properly starts t'morrah."

Avoryn says, "Size didn't slow him down"

Hetta stands up, and shoulders her big shovel. "I'm gonna go to the graveyard and see if there's any work" she says. She snatches one of Avoryn's scones and totters off.

Tema sighs and sits down on the floor "k den Majah...ok den"

Jarril blinks on that one and looks at Hetta for a moment.

Apple looks after the odd creature with the shovel "Ok then..wot is tha all about with her?"

Jarril shrugs.  "Don't know, don't think I want ta know."

Apple nods her head "neither do i?" she glances at the blind otter pup who is sat looking a bit lost and bored "Ye bored miss?" she looks up towards the voice and nods"

Jarril gets up from his seat and looks at Tema.  "I have ta get back, but I be around tomorrow for the feast and all, whenever that is happening mind ya."  He turns and gives a nod to Apple.  "Until next time."

Apple nods to the Major and salutes "Good day Major" she moves over and scoops up Tema "Come on miss we'll go tae me shop an get ye a nice new hat wot?"