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Salamandastron: Caverns - Archery Range
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As the training room cannot fit a truly adequate, large enough archery range, this large room, down in the caverns of the mountain, has been converted into one. It, in itself, is rather cavernous, and is more long than it is wide. The furthest wall from the entrance is lined with archery targets, at least a ten, and they are each separated by a few feet. Along the closest wall to the door, barrels are placed, containing arrows as well as bows, to practice with. Further, the walls are lined with torches, though the ones behind the archery targets are protected by metal grates, of a sort. The room is relatively well lit, and is usually a moderate temperature.
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[C]averns

Jarril sitting down at the table, Jarril is looking at the recruits training once again before returning his gaze back to the papers he has with him.  Doing both jobs at once, he keeps an eye on the young hares while catching up on his patrol reports.  Moving a paw to where his neck is, he rubs it before hearing a audio'able pop coming from it.

Once again searching for a quiet place to read, Triss wanders to the archery range where she finds the sounds of archery to be more pleasing to the ear than silence. She enters with a slight smile, watching the young recruits hone their archery skills as she saunters to a deserted corner of the room. With her eyes on the recruits she fails to notice Jarril doing paperwork and continues to sit on a large stack of straw. "Keep your bow straight vertical an' y'won't miss..." she mumbles, remarking on a young'un and his technique from across the room. Bah. Maybe she'll watch a bit. She finally chooses to forgo her reading to be critic of the young hares for a bit.

Jarril flicking an ear, he gives a smile knowing that someone else is in the room, allowing him to concertrate on the reports than the mistakes that the young ones are making.  Dipping a quill into the ink pot, he signs a request for time off for one of his hares and rolls up the scroll.

Oh sheesh. One of the younger recruits seems to not keep his arrow nocked in his bow. After finally noticing that Jarril has pretty much left it to her, Triss hoists herself up from her comfy position with a bit of a wince making her way over to the recruits. "'Ey you...Wot's yer name?" she asks, approaching the recruit who can't keep his arrow on his bow. He starts to look a bit scared. "Err...um...Zephyr, marm..." he studders as she approaches and relieves him of his bow. "Alrigh', Zeph..." she mumbles, nocking an arrow to the practice bow. "You see 'ow mah fingers are wrapped 'round the string an' be'ind the fletchin'," she asks, raising a brow at the recruit who nods sudden understanding. Triss draws the bow back to her ear and fires, watching at it sails to the target just off from the center. "Ya see? Now you try it..." she says as she watches him mimic her. She stops and adjusts his fingers and his other paw holding the bow before he releases. "You shouldn't close both yer eyes..." she mumbles, watching some of the other recruits.

Jarril overhearing this, he gives off a chuckle as he scratches off another report.  Seeing that he has about two more to get through, he leans back for a break and watches the goings on in front of him.  "Sure ya ready for teaching them?"  Directing his question right at Triss.  "They can be a pawful sometimes."

Grunt. Teach? Triss? Mrph. "Teachin'? Me? I don' think so, Jarril..." she replies, making her way back to Jarril after adjusting another recruit's technique. "'Ho said I'd be teachin', 'em?"

Giving a grin right back at Triss.  "Well, ya seem ta be doing a good job of it at the moment, so I thought..."  Jarril just snerks.  "I may give ya the job."

"I jus' returned after eight seasons gone, and you wanna give me a job already?" Triss asks, rather suprised. "I disappears wi'out a trace because o' some stupid buck, I don' get mah title o' Major back, an' now I'm t'be the new archery teacha?" Triss...relax.

Leaning back in his chair, Jarril just shrugs.  "Hey, it's not like anyone else hasn't made mistakes in their past.  Besides I ain't the one ta hold a grudge."  Tapping the table with his claws, Jarril pauses for a moment.  "So what do ya want ta do then?  I mean, ya came back and all, wot."

"Not quite sure yet," she mumbles, taking a seat near him. "I coul' teach archery, but I'm a bit impatient when it comes ta young'uns," Triss adds, smirking a bit. "Only beast I ever taught ta shoot was m'self, an' even then I got impatient," she laughs, watching as yet another recruit ricochets a bolt off the stone wall above the targets. "An' this lot is worse'n I was at that age..."

Jarril gives a smirk on that one.  "Well, as long as ya not stating we're not training them properly."  Looking out to where the recruits are he grins.  "I only asked as I'm going ta step back from training them, the last lot aged me quite a bit, then again young hares do get into a lot of trouble.  Speaking of which..."  He slowly turns his head towards Triss.  "I haven't done the go get food from a kitchen without permission like someone I could mention."  Snerk.

THAT was a while ago. Triss gives a chuckle. "Hah, you remember tha?" she asks, peering at him with a smile. "Seasons, that was too long ago..." she mumbles, the memory bring a large smile to her face. "I think I still 'ave a bruise someplace..." Harr. Just then, a couple of recruits start to spar with their bows, using them as swords. "'EY! You lot!" she hollers, a look of utter terror crossing their faces as they realize they've been caught. "You do that on a battlefield, young'uns an' yer bows break, wotcha gonna do? Face a big blood'ungry weasel with naught but yer dirk an' dagger?" she asks, standing up to face them with a stern, maternal looking face. "Eh?" she asks, peering up into their faces. Bah. I hate being short, she thinks. "No, marm..." they reply in unison. "You two will be cleanin' the range top ta bottom aftah practice, undastood?" Bwahaha. "*small groan* Yes, marm..." And they don't even know who she is.

Seeing them look at where he is, Jarril nods his head.  "Aye, ya heard her.  If she gives ya an order, ya follow it.  Besides I can always add extra sentry duty as well onto it."  Seeing their faces drop even further, Jarril dismisses them.  "Class dismissed, be sure ya got ya written work done for afternoon classes.  Ya got history then."  Turning his head to where Triss is, he chuckles.  "Aye, I remember that one still.  Besides it shouldn't take ya long ta regain majah rank, should it?"