08:57 PM
Logfile from Redwall Muck Jarril.

Walking slowly into the village, Jarril looks about and smiles, only a small light backpack on his back, his head still bandaged.  Moving slowly he comes to a stop and looks at the tavern which brings about his stomach growling.  Muttering.  "Alright, I bally know about the free vittles, just wait.  I want a rest before going inside, wot."  Walking over to the wall, he slowly slips his backpack off and sits down on the ground, leaning on the wall.

A wandering beggar has taken it into his head to stumble into Halyard, clad in a ragged cloak and slouch hat.  His back is bent at an unnatural angle, and his shuffling steps bespeak of a violent youth.  One scarred, gray-furred paw is visible, this clasping a well-worn cane that is no doubt one of the beast's few possessions.

Jarril looks in the general direction of where he can hear the shuffling and turns his head away again, taking no notice.  Frowning slightly, he places a paw on his head and reaches into his backpack to take out a small water bottle which he takes unplugs the cork and sips at the water.

Daclon meanders towards the tavern, giving a seemingly disinterested glance in the hare's direction, though the glance lasts longer than he may have intended.  At the tavern door he pauses, leaning the staff against his left arm as he reaches for the door.

Apple enters the square from the dirt path.

Jarril stops drinking and looks again at the figure by the door.  "Hmmm...?"  He ponders before asking.  "New around here, aren't ya?  Mind if I ask where ya came from?"  The hare slowly putting the cork back onto the bottle and placing it back into his backpack.

Daclon gazes in the hare's direction, taking his staff back in his paw.  "From the north, young sir, the land of snow."  The ferret has succeeded in changing his voice, though a trace of his hoarse accent has affected his voice slightly.  "I wander about, playing for those who have the ears to hear."

Jarril hmms.  "Ah, I come from up north myself, or used ta.  Which part?"  The hare continues to tie up his backpack as he talks, giving the figure a look from time to time.  Getting up slowly, he picks up the backpack and nods.  "We shall go in together, I am in the mood for getting my fill of food and drink anyways."

Daclon snickers softly, gazing at the hare.  "Truly, the patrol has taught ya reasoning... No wandering bard has a true home.  Neither I, nor my father, nor my father's father, have come from what ya would call a home."  The seemingly-old beast takes a step back from the door, leaning on his cane as he awaits the hare.

Jarril nods.  "Ah but even those that do have a home don't really have a home since it's only borrowed until the next person comes along.  All depends on when we leave this world, doncha know."  The hare opens the door and grins.  "That and the manner of how we leave as well...  Anyways, coming in?  I'll get ya some food and drink."

Daclon shuffles in, nodding.  "Food and drink I can attain myself... I've met the keeper of this place before."  The ferret continues to ramble, about (surprisingly) Martin the warrior and how he left his home, doing an excellent imitation of a slightly eccentric bard.

Jarril watches as the figure goes past and looks.  Shrugging he follows inside, but pauses to take a look outside and grins, muttering quietly to himself.  "Well, at least this place isn't that patrol, had enough of that place for t'day."  After which he enters the tavern and closes the door behind him.

Halyard Tavern: Main Room
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Warmly lit by torches along the walls and lanterns set upon the many tables
scattered around the room, the main room of the Halyard Tavern is an often-
populated area. One corner of the tavern is taken up by a stage, about a
foot or two higher than the rest of the floor, where live entertainment
performs, while circular tables, both large and small, are set up in front
of the stage, spreading out into the center of the room. Meanwhile, around
the perimeter of the tavern, booths are set, and, of course, the obligatory
bar rests against the far wall, a bartender or barmaid always on duty.
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                               Visible Exits:
[O]ut to [E]ntrance

Daclon has arrived.
Daclon has arrived.

Apple has arrived.
Apple has arrived.

Daclon putters into the tavern, pausing and gazing around the room.  Not much different then the last time he was here, which was closer to today than the hare behind him is probably aware of, or else he would have seen through the entire charade already.

Jarril moves to sitting down and makes himself comfortable, the major frowning slightly still but shakes his head for a moment before he nods to someone coming to where he is seated and speaks.  "Ah yes, can I have some stew, pasties, salad and finest ale."  He nods.  "Aye, it's on the house by ordah's of the owner."  Slipping his backpack off, he leaves it on the floor and looks about the place.

Daclon continues to putter about the tables, working his way to the bar, where he orders a drink.  Receiving it, he returns, sitting down near Jarril's table, clasping the mug in a gray fist.

Jarril waits for his order to come to him and he looks at the other opposite to him in thought.  His thoughts are taken from him though as he gets his order and smiles at the food being placed down before him along side a big mug of ale.  Nodding his thanks, the hare goes into it, balancing stuff as he builds the first sandwich from the bread.

Daclon sips at the mug he's carrying, not really interested in food, since he's not hungry, and the fact that he can't use his hook without appearing /way/ to suspicious.

Jarril carries on eating as he calls over one of the workers.  "How's the lot upstairs?"  He enquires and listens to the response with a nod.  "Ah, may check on them later if that's okay?"  Seeing a nod he goes back to eating while returning his face to that of a hare with a lot on his mind.

Daclon places the mug on the table, gazing at the hare.  "Have sickbeasts upstairs, sir?  Not a common place for patrol hares, if I may say."

Jarril frowns slightly.  "Well, the situation didn't quite call for heading back ta the mountain."  He relents a bit and adds.  "That and I or we shall I mean, don't fancy moving anyone that ill while there are vermin about the place."

Daclon nods slightly, his hat down to far for any really emotion to be read.  "Vermin, sir?  I'd best tread lightly, then.  Barbarians that they are, they wouldn't appreciate myself or my occupation."

Jarril nods.  "I take it ya had a run in with them, considering ya haven't taken off that hat since ya arrived?  Ya think ya had something ta hide?"  The hare asks while munching on a lettuce leaf slowly.

Apple opens the door and peers around inside, ducking to get under the lintel, she looks around to see if tere is anywere she can put her spear...not that it will stand upright in here the ceiling is too low

Daclon chuckles dryly.  "I'd heard rumors of them, my friend.  But, my two true reasons are that I am rather scarred, and I am a vermin."  He places his paw on the table, spreading it and showing the scars and claws on his paw.  "I learned the errors of my ways, back when I was young."

Jarril doesn't answer at first and remains silent, giving a look at a badger coming in before eventually responding.  "Well, this place is free for those that are true and good anyways so I don't have any trouble."  He shrugs.  "Then again I am off duty and this isn't exactly my place ta be authorative anyways..."

Daclon glances at the badger, then back to the hare.  "I'd expected your reaction... I have heard that you were an honorable beast, one who keeps his word."  His paw returns to his mug, which nonetheless remains on the table.

Apple leans the spear down against the wall and waddles across the room, moving out from behind a table you can see the Badger is heavily pregnant, she slumps down in a chair and sighs looking about to see if there is anyone to serve her, spying a member of the staff she speaks to them in a low rumbling murmur

Jarril just simply replies.  "Yeah well, it gets ya hurt in the long run anyways.  Not everyone's honourable and has their own agendas."  He frowns.  "It's why I am injured now but those are the breaks."  He bites into a pastie and chews.  "So who have ya heard about me then?"  The hare suddenly looking a bit suspicious right now.

Daclon grins thinly, watching the hare eat.  "Myself, of course... I'm surprised you haven't figured out who I am yet..  Amusing, but disappointing, my honorable friend."

Jarril frowns, snapping back.  "Well, I ain't up ta myself, am I?  Thanks ta one of ya lot."  The hare looks about and back again but doesn't do anything.  "Ya know, I should really try and run ya through and get on my colonel's good books but..."  He pauses.  "I am off duty...  So how's the hares in ya grasp?"

Apple smiles and thanks the staff as she accepts the large cup of tea nad settles back looking over at the hare and the vermin kind..... she leans forwards over to the table and addresses the hare "Excuse me...sorry to butt in "

Daclon shrugs.  "They're fine.  I've never been one to harm prisoners.  And, if I might point out, it wasn't I who decided to fight."  The ferret has returned to his original method of sitting, his form changing from that of an old beast to that of a fighter.  He glances at Apple, distracted by her appearance.

Jarril blinks and looks at Apple for a moment and blinks.  "Er, yes?"

Apple says, "Sorry to bother you...but would you know is the Mountain Salamandastron nearby? Just i lost someone and they said if we got split to ask there...""

Jarril nods.  "It's south of here, just keep going south and ya can't miss it."  He turns his head back to Daclon and frowns still.  "It was a mistake in judgement."

Daclon nods slightly.  "Aye, it's right nearby."  He turns to the hare, shrugging again.  "Your mistake.  I can't be held responsible for your actions."

Apple leans back and sighs softly "Oh good....its been a long trip and i thought i'd gotten lost or was too far north still"

Jarril frowns.  "Why are you here anyways?"  The hare sitting back and taking a drink of his ale.  "Come to see someone that would help ya out or something, hmm?"

Daclon takes a drink as well, still studiously wary of any danger.  "Can't a beast stop and see friends?  I was interested in how two of your beasts were healing...  And Keita's ale is not to be missed, either."

Jarril replies back to Daclon. "They're doing quite fine, thank ya, as well as me."  The hare frowns though it's more about something else and he leans back in his chair.  "Don't think ya going up there ta see them though?  Not without being unarmed first."

Apple closes her eyes and fisnishes her tea with a sigh

Daclon shakes his head slightly.  "Ya really think I'd come all this way to assassinate two rank-and-file patrollers?  I could have sent a half-dozen assassins if I'd wished them dead."

Apple room-pages, "nah the best assasins are busy up at Ruingate :P".

Jarril grins.  "Or make me think that, anyways low ranks know nothing."  The hare pops another pastie into his mouth and shrugs.  "They need rest so I ain't inclined for anyone ta visit them at the moment apart from official visits.  No offence, mind."

Apple looks up "Some of the patrol were harmed? Is there trouble nearby?"

Daclon is quiet for a moment, gazing at his mug.  "I'll manage to reach them somehow.  Somebeasts here are not so biased as to decline automatically."  He's silent for another moment, then shrugs.  "I suppose Raph told ya about meeting the Bloodthirsters a few months ago?"

Jarril blinks and rolls his eyes at Apple but doesn't say anything.

Apple looks at Jarril and frowns at the rolled eyes "Look i'm pregnant ok...if there is danger nearby i don't want to be running into it, seemed a reasonable request"

Daclon is silent again, the ferret no doubt plotting some way to see the wounded hares before he leaves Halyard once more.

Jarril blinks and shakes his head.  "No I didn't know and if ya mean Keita...  That's just made me more inclined ta believe what I heard..."  Frowning.  "So what did he go see ya about?"

Daclon glances up, snapped out of thought.  "Tell me what ya heard about Keita, first... Then I'll tell ya.  Otherwise, no deal."

Jarril blinks.  "Oh something about being treasonous and helping that big badger up there at the moment.  Not going ta say where it came from mind..."  He blinks again and can't believe he's actually talking right now about this.

Apple scratches her ears and stands up slowly, waddling over towards Jarril

Daclon nods slightly.  "Raph ran into us on a routine patrol awhile back.  We talked for awhile, then he went back to the mountain."  The ferret seems slightly troubled on the news over Keita.  "Treasonous, eh?  One could say the same about ya.  You've had the chance to kill me at least twice now."

Jarril frowns.  "I'd fail in the attempt if I tried right now....  It's no secret I am not up ta my usual self.  But thank ya for confirming what I have heard though."  Smiling as he takes a sip of his ale.  "So what ya going ta do about it?"

Apple stops and peers down at Jarril then Daclon holding her peace for now as they seem to be arguing

Apple room-pages, "Hey Apple can think what she likes :P she's Apple".

Daclon shrugs.  "I'll warn Keita, stop by the sick room, and then be on my way.  If any charges were to be brought against her because of me, I wouldn't appreciate it, however."

Brom walks into the tavern, taking off his hat and tucking it under his arm as usual. He walks to the bar and orders himself an ale then glances around at the occupants as he enters, giving an "Afternoon mate" to Jarril and a nods to the others.

Apple taps Jarril's table firmly "You hare...as riveting as your conversation may be but i asked you a question, do you not get taught courtesy in the patrol any more"

Jarril shrugs.  "Not my problem, though one is investigating it though..."  He blinks and gives a nod to Brom before shrugging as he returns his gaze back to Daclon.  "Fine, if and I mean if this place made it official that there would be no weapons on either side, a truce that was enforce by a local unbiased villagers.  Then I don't care what happens here.  Keita's helped both sides so she isn't doing anything wrong in my opinion...  Otherwise I wouldn't be here now talking."  He stops and looks at Apple for a moment.  "Sorry, forgot what the question is but excuse me for a moment."  He turns his head back to Daclon.  "Ya safe in this village.  And I hope I am but outside, anything goes."  Moving his head back to Apple again.  "My apologies.  What was the question again?"

Apple sighs and sits down in a chair with a groan "I wanted to know if there is trouble.... from all your talk of in the village and outside it sounds bad....what is happening?"

Daclon disappears from his seat while Jarril turns to Apple.  He's gone in a few brief seconds, to who knows where.

Brom arches a brow at the badger then looks to the bartender as his mug arrives, passing the coin over with a quick thanks. Taking a sip he then leans against the bar, setting his hat on it, and listens to the other conversation.

Jarril just looks at Daclon and blinks not seeing him.  Returning his gaze.  "Look, the patrol is against a vermin horde.  That's all ya need ta know."

The sound of a door closing is all that is heard from the ferret as he leaves...

Apple frowns "So strolling on down to Salamandastron is not a good idea? What is with your attitude hare i asked on you a nice enough question and your almost biting my hea doff"

Zeraph has arrived.

Brom blinks at the door and then looks to apple, "Excuse me miss but you seem to be the one bitin' his head off from where I'm sittin'."

Jarril sighs.  "Look, I have had a bad few days, a headache and now I just been sitting next ta a enemy who's intent on killing us if he had the chance.  I would suggest ya stay here and forget the mountain for the time being."

Apple glances at Brom and leans back "Sorry it's the baby been keeping me up at night....am grumpy" se ten glance back at Jarril "Sorry....Jarri and hmm that is not good...why let him walk out?"

Brom smiles a bit and then takes just gets back to his drink.

Jarril sighs and shrugs.  "We have a understanding of honour...."  He frowns slightly and shakes his head.  "I may have killed a lot of others in my time with war and the occasional battle but I like ta think I am honourable and he wasn't here ta cause trouble and I refuse ta kill anyone under those circumstances."  He pauses for a moment.  "If and when we meet on the battlefield then I will bally well give it my all ta kill him there and then.  But not here, this isn't a place for killing."

Apple leans back and nods "Honour...it is a good thing to have i am glad to hear you have it" she looks over at her spear and sighs "I've not had to kill anybeast in a long while now...."

Jarril nods slowly.  "The problem is that he has that same honour as well but I can't really put my claw on what he's really up ta..."  The hare goes silent and back to his thoughts.

The door to the tavern swings open without warning as Zeraph stumbles inside. He leans heavily against the door frame for a moment as he glances towards the stairs in a worried fashion, before his ears flick into a perked position when he looks about the main room, scanning over the beasts present. The buck is breathing a little heavily. "Is..is that crazy /doe/ around here somewhere?"

Apple frowns "Hmmm that is not good....vermin....i have not dealt with bad vermin in a long time Mapleleaf was quiet"

Jarril blinks and shakes his head at Zeraph.  "No, she's not...."

Zeraph pants and nods as he gazes at the ground, then starts towards Jarril with a grunt. "I swear..If she /ever/ makes me run again.." He is grumbling out-loud, one arm going to encircle his middle, holding his side.

Jarril nods.  "What has she done now?"  The hare going back to eating again what meal is left on his table."

Apple sighs and stands up moving towards the door... "Welli'm going to go" looks going from hare to hare as she collects her spear

Brom looks to the hare as he bursts in and raises a brow, listening silently.

"That...insane..Lily! She tried to kill me! Thought I was doing something with Keita!" Zeraph sits down, with another unhappy grunt, then waves at Apple as she announced her departure. Even if he doesn't know her. Immediately, he is back to grumbling. "I mean.. /Keita/! What the-?"

Jarril grins.  "Maybe Keita has a crush on ya but take my advice..."  The major frowns.  "Don't get involved with her.  And no I am not going ta give any reason ta that one.  In fact I am making it an ordah for ya not ta get involved."

Apple looks at her spear and then back at Jarril and then sets it back down and moves back to her table, "Ok...guess i'll stay.." she glances at Jarril again "You sure going down to the mountain would be a bad idea at the moment?"

Jarril ponders.  "It's up ta ya but I think for the time being ya safe ta head there.  But I wouldn't stop along the way.."

Zeraph is staring resolutely at the table. "No orders needed, sah. Keita's not my type. Plus, I'm betrothed to someone else." He shifts uncomfortable, then leans back a little as he watches Apple, going silent.

Apple nods and leans back "Ok...well i'll rest here before going on down"

Brom chuckles a bit at the exchange then takes a swig from his ale before setting it down and picking his hat back up, "Well if you'll excuse me, I'm going to walk around a bit."

Jarril doesn't say a word, the major is clearly got something on his mind as he eats his food slowly.

Zeraph stares back and forth between Jarril and the female badger, his arms folded across his chest, though one paw still remains on his side. Now that he has been seated for a little while, he appears tired.

Apple sighs and orders more tea and something to eat though her order of pancakes with leek and mushroom gravy coupled with custard turns a few eads

Jarril looks at Zeraph.  "Ya should get back up ta bed.  There is something I need ta talk ta ya about anyways..."

Keita has arrived.

Zeraph glances sideways to Jarril. "I'm sorry, sah. I can't go back up there.. That doe may try to kill me again." He looks curious at the second statement though, a flicker of his ears given, though he has no real verbal response.

Jarril grins.  "Not my problem, Zaph..."  He grins a lot more.  "Ya got promoted, ya should be able ta deal with the situation."

Zeraph twitches a little at this response, before he goes back to staring elsewhere. "You want me to...fight her then, sah? She was intent on my demise.." His ears pin. "Which means I'd have to take her out."

Apple sighs and picks up her tea and sips it "You hares are sure an unsociable bunc"

Keita hasn't been seen since last night. Why? Because she's been passed out in the spare room converted to bedroom back by way of the kitchen. She's just stirred from the sleep of the dead, with a killer hangover. Thus, when she appears in the doorway behind the bar, her eyes slit against the light. Let's just say she looks awful.

Jarril shakes his head at Zeraph.  "Of course not, just try and resolve the situation if ya can.  Let her know ya already got someone else.  That and I won't have fighting in this place anyways."

Zeraph sighs and begins to get up, with a wince as he makes this transition. "Of course. I suppose it's back to the room, then." However, Keita grabs his focus and his ears perk. However, nothing is questioned again. Not really sure if he wants...communication with her at the moment. Instead he turns his focus on Apple, at her retort.

Apple has fallen silent prodding her pancakes a sad far away look on her muzzle
 

Keita looks blankly back at Zeraph, then around at the rest. She steps up to the bar, murmuring to the bartender on shift for a moment before moving to the other end to wipe down the counter.

Apple looks up at Zeraph and smiles thinly "seems i was right...you long patrol hares are a miserable bunch

Jarril blinks and spots Keita before getting up.  "Excuse me for a moment."  The hare picks up his mug and heads over to the bar where he places the mug down in front of Keita with a smile.  "Ya missed a visitor here, ya know."

Zeraph gives Apple a look. "I'm not in the mood right now, ma'am." Then the buck goes to just leave and head back upstairs. To his /doom/ as he sees it.

Zeraph heads for the entrance.

Zeraph has left.

Apple leans back and sighs "I miss my hare...." she stands up and walks over to the bar

Keita's ears flick back as Jarril sits and does the talking thing. For a good few sentence she just looks at him, then at the mug, then at him. "... Ya want a refill or somethin'?" Then, his words having finally registered, her eyes narrow thoughtfully. "... Who?" Usually, Apple would be given more than a glance. As it is, she nods manage to nod.

Jarril grins as he nods.  "A refill would be nice."  He pushes the mug towards Keita as he utters a single word to her quietly. "Daclon..."

Apple picks up the tea pot full of fresh tea delivered to her and moves back to her tabole, the pregnant badger lumbering about alf bent to avoid thhe ceiling

If possible, her shoulders slump even more than they already were, and Keita drops onto the stool beside her. She doesn't look interested in this news - she doesn't look anything. "Yeah?" She grabs his mug and refill it she does.

Jarril nods.  "Aye, said he would look for ya later..."  He doesn't say anything more and just leans on the bar.

Keita pushes the mug back across to him, shrugging. "Dunno what for..." Mutter. She leans her elbow on the lower counter behind the bar, resting her head in paw. Oogh, the pounding.

Apple pads back to the bar and smiles at Keita "uhm excuse me...sorry to bother you..but is there anypkace i can arrange to stay for a day or so?"

Jarril hmms, takes up the mug and drinks the ale in one go.  "Look, it's none of my business who ya talk ta here.  But I know ya talk ta him from time ta time.  Just be careful, not many other hares in the patrol would be erm..."  He ponders for a moment.  "Be so understanding."  He places the mug down and smiles.  "I best get going, let ya deal with the new customer."  The hare places the mug down and starts to walk away from the bar.

Keita's head jerks up, and she immediately squints her eyes shut at the dizziness. "Wait, what?" Meh. "... What th'ell?" Keita's eyes slit open, and she looks from the retreating hare to Apple. She is given a look. "... Some rooms upstairs. Ya got money?"

Jarril stops and shakes his head as he forgot his backpack by the table he was at and walks over to it slowly, bending down to pick it up.

Apple nods "Of course i have money i'm no vagabond

Keita holds up a finger to Apple, then, for her to wait, and looks to Jarril. "Oy, Jarril! I asked ya a question! What th'ell did ya mean by that?"

Jarril blinks, shifting the backpack onto his shoulder as he makes his way back.  "Well, what with Darklett thinking ya helping the vermin out and next the leader is happily here, drinking ale.  Look, it doesn't matter anyways, just thought ya should know he popped in."

"Oh, righ'. Chummin' with the ferret who held m'captive in m'own home fer a coupla months. Aye, y'know, that /must/ be true. 'Ell, I know the whole bloody mountain, inside 'n' out. Mayhaps that's what he was here for, t'hear the next installment o' intelligence." The doe snorts, shaking her head. "Y'might want t'send Darklett with one o' his murdah squads. Shut me up." She grabs her crutches, then, standing. "A'right, m'lady stripedog, if ya don't mind boardin' with a 'known traitah', why doncha step int' m'office 'n' we'll set ya up with a pair o' keys?"

Apple blinks and looks rather taken back by the hairs tirade "Well....certainly not miss....aye'm Apple....Lady Northstar...from Mapleleaf i just want to rest before i go on"

Jarril sighs.  "I nevah called ya a traitah.  Nor would I send Darklett here, I did make him stop from evah coming here ta hurt that badger..."  He paused and eventually shook his head.  "Fine, I thought I would let ya know even if it is a warning in case ya don't realise he's coming in here."  He turns around.  "Sorry if I was mistaken but I thought ya knew he came in here.  But ya know what?  I didn't care that he did come in here.  Mainly as this is a tavern and ya neutral and ya can serve whoever ya want.  I was only passing on that he wanted ta have a word with ya later, that's all."  Fuming, he turns around.  "Sorry ta have bothered ya."  He makes for the door and heads out.

Apple looks very puzzled by all that is being said and sits down with a thump

This time, Keita doesn't stop her. She's too tired, at this point. She turns her attention back to Apple, and at first the look she turns upon her is a glare. It's not intended for her, however, and it quickly fades. She limps from behind the bar, pausing before the rather pregnant badger. She gives her a look up and down, then jerks her head towards the entrance and her office. "C'mon."