07:36 PM

Sitting at the bar with his head in his paws, Zeraph looks like he's had better days. The hare is bruised along his jaw, with an injured bottom lip as well, it seems. When he shifts to take up the mug in front of him on the counter, the officer winces, ears flicking back and eyes closing.

The door opens with Jarril escorting most of the second year recruits who have earned a well deserved drink and relaxation time.  Keeping the door open for them, he nods as he utters words on being on their best behaviour under his breath and looks about.  There's about six in all as he closes the door and makes his way over towards the bar, not having noticed Zeraph yet as he stands at one end and looks about.

Zeraph glances quickly towards the door as he swallows back the drink he had in his mouth, settling the mug back down upon the bar. He recognizes some of the recruits and above all, Jarril. Suddenly, thoughts of his duties at the mountain all come swarming back to the buck and he curses as he stands, though this gets a cringe and grimace in itself. Holding an arm around his middle, Raph finishes off the drink.

Rothal has reappeared in Halyard, after the short trip from Salamandastron.  The hare, haversack and all, seems inclined to lounge outside for a bit.  He putters around the entrance, reading several of the notices on the board, loathe to enter the tavern and perhaps have to aid in the serving of the swarm of hares that entered a few moments before him.

Jarril stops looking for the owner of the tavern and turns his attention to something else as he catches the hare rising from his stool.  Frowning a bit he coughs.  "Ah, Zeraph..  I had an interesting discussion from one of the recruits stating ya left the mountain?  Care ta explain?"

Zeraph rubs his jaw and moves towards his Major. "Yes. Sorry, sah. I came to Halyard with Darklett.." He clears his throat, resting his arms behind his back. The Lieutenant looks in a right state, as if someone just went at him with their fists. Which is true of course. "I should have come to you first, of course."

Jarril listens as he stands there, nodding his head.  "And let me guess?"  Crossing his arms across his chest.  "Ya either walked into a door, fell out of bed or had a fight?"

Rothal finally peers into the tavern, sees Zeraph, and sighs to himself.  The hare half-disappears into the entrance again, sliding his haversack off and tossing it into the corner.  Then he slips into the room, more or less avoiding the patrollers as he heads to the kitchen.

"Rough training session, sah." Raph notes the crossing of arms and grimaces. That may not be a good sign. "Darklett can pack a punch." A glance is given towards Rothal as he moves into the room. The buck grimaces more at the look of 'unhappiness' that seems to cross Roth's face.

Jarril gives a frown on just the mention of Darklett but shrugs it off.  "Ah, as long as it was that then that's okay."  He turns and looks about again.  "Ya know who's serving?  Got a load of recruits dying for their drink I promised them."  He grins and shakes his head.  "I lost a bet with them, the little rascals must've been practising before they came ta me but it's okay, they've worked hard."

Rothal is saved further uncomfortableness by Raph's exit, and his ears flick as Jarril asks who's serving.  Still, he just got back, and the last thing he wants to do is serve drinks to however many hares just entered, especially if there recruits, who have a habit of being... well, destructive.  Or loud.

Apple waddles into the main room of the inn carrying her sewing basket in one paw, she looks around the room and shakes her head at the crowd.

One of the aforementioned recruits steps up beside Jarril. He looks cheerful, but keeps a respectful silence as the major converses. Of course, just when he's trying to be professional, one of the other recruits shoves him playfully in the shoulder, leaving him to bump into the major. He sends a  'look' to the other recruit, which suggests very politely that he 'die', and then clears his throat. "Sorry, sir."

Opens the door leading from outside and sticks his head around it, he eyes the various hares warily and then the badger before he walks into the room, carrying a fox dibbun in his paws he moves towards the bar keeping a wary eye on everyone else

Jarril moves his head to the young recruit and coughs to the others.  "Alright, if ya don't behave we can always head back and do more studying, remember this is a treat, not a privilege."  He looks at the recruit next to him and grins.  "Don't worry about it, I've been bashed much worse than that knock."  The hare goes and makes the order for seven ales.

Apple parts two of the recruits clustered at the bar by the effective mesasure of inserting her arms between them and openiing them, always handy for getting through crowds being this strong, she waits for Jarril to finish his order before waving down the bar staff and ordering tea.

Rothal is tired enough to simply keep going, but Keita /does/ pay him to work here, so instead of entering the kitchen, he turns and steps behind the bar, helping the keeper fill Jarril's order.  His ears are down, so he's not enjoying it.

Evoc hangs back from the bar, shifting the weight of the dibbun in his arms and waiting for the hares to shift before he will try and get to the bar, he really doesn't seem to eager to get near them all.

Jarril watches as he passes one tankard of ale to each recruit as the area from around the bar slowly gets less and less as the hares make their way to a table and thus giving more room for others to get near it.

Apple smiles politely at the Major and tips her hat to him "Good day to you Major nice to see you and your recruits, i'm sure the noise that woke me up couldn't possibly have been them" she winks at him and turns to Rothal "Rothal...could you get me some pancakes...and some lettuce to wrap them in?"

Kissy-kissy sounds come from one of the recruits in the back, as well as a murmured, "Suuuuuck uuuup..." The suck-up in question smirks and shakes his head, reaching out to accept one of the ordered ales as they are passed out. He He offers one to Jarril, taking a second for himself in the other paw.

Rothal nods, turning to the kitchen and reporting the order.  Returning to the bar, he nods to Apple.  "They'll be ready h'in a few minutes, jus' like always."  The buck lounges, leaning against the bar and idly wiping up after the large order that was just filled.

Jarril gives a nod to Apple as he hands over the coins to pay for the drinks and smiles back at her.  "They're on good behaviour..."  He turns to the others as his ears had been moving.  "Although some forget I can hear everything that they're saying..."  Moving his head back to Apple he smiles.  "Some haven't mastered the sneak about quietly yet.  Though I am sure they'll get it before their exams.."  He nods his thanks to the recruit and stays at the bar, sipping his ale leaving the recruits to drink there's at the tables there at.  Putting his mug down he adds.  "Mind you, they don't behave I'll just ban them from coming here for a season."

Evoc shuffles up next to the badger and looks up at her warily before setting the baby fox down on the counter top, she promptly starts trying to crawl away resulting in the older stoat having to play a game of catch to keep her in place. "UHm...excuse me...can i order something?"

Apple smiles at Rothal and nods "Thank you Rothal add it to my tab i'll settle the bill at the end of the week as always" she then looks back at the recruits and smiles "Oh don't do that Major...i'm sure i can foind any who misbehave on ye a job or three"

Rothal moves down the counter towards Evoc, giving the hare on duty a break.  "Aye, sah.  What'll yah be wantin', then?"  The hare gazes at the little fox, praying to goodness that the baby will not do anything he might have to clean up off the bar later.  His gaze drifts back to the stoat, awaiting his order.

The recruits do indeed more away from the bar, and as soon as they reach a table that they deem a decent enough distance away, they sit. And promptly break their 'disciplined good behavior' and start laughing and ribbing each other. They're not so loud as to be disruptive, though. Good little soldiers. XD

Jarril stays where he is and sighs, taking a long draught of his ale, sitting down on one of the stools.

Evoc smiles softly, flicking his white ears and sitting down on a bar stool, tugging his enwrapping tartan straight "Aye'd really was oping aye could get a bowl of warm milk an soom bread aye need tae feed Romana ere but aye'm oot of me supplies"

Apple turns to look at Jarril and frowns "Something botherin ye Major?" she looks over at them "They all seem loike gud beasts tae me"

Jarril grins.  "Ah, that's just a cover up with them.  Been training leverets now for a few seasons and they're a pawful."  He gives the recruits a quick check and back again to looking at Apple.  "There's a lot of competition amongst them as to who get the best recruit award so aye, it's like ya need a pair of eyes at the back of ya head."

Apple nods "Aye kin unnerstan them wantin tae impress ye major, tis good fer em aye'm sure, makes em train harder"

Jarril shakes his head.  "More to that though.  They sometimes end up getting themselves into trouble.  Bit ta sure of themselves sometimes."

Evoc looks down at Romana hooking her back in to stop her crawling off again whilst he waits for Rothal

Rothal nods, retrieving Evoc's order and sliding it across the bar from him, with a slight look that suggests he'd be happier with the baby off the bar.  Then it's off to the kitchen, to retrieve Apple's order.  The hare disappears, followed by a bang and somebeast's shout.  Not Rothal's.

Apple nods "Och aye'm sure they do, aye met tha nice recruit Gregorian tha oter day, he seemed a quiet sensible chap"

Evoc smiles and accepts the order, he dips the bread in the warm milk and holds it out to Romana "Here we go dear dinner"

Romana continues crawling for a moment if getting nowhere before she realizes she's being stopped, considering biting the stoat until a more appetizing substitute is provided and she goes for the bread instead and if she gets a few fingers in the process all the better.

Evoc chuckles and draws his fingers out of the way "No bitin dad ye ear me?" he murmurs, picking her up in one arm and the bowl in thhe other, moving to sit at the only free table, just next to Jarril and Apple.

Jarril nods as he looks down at his ale.  "Aye well.  They're the future of the patrol and all, I am kinda being shifted ta the side now with the younger lot that's making inroads and all."  Smiling.  "Way of things I suppose, get in, do ya job and then end up being replaced eventually.  At least I'll be putting a part of me in the recruits so it's not all that bad."  The hare takes another sip of his drink.

Apple smiles and picks up her tea cup, glancing idly towards the kitchen at the shout "Wonder wot thas aboot" she murmurs before patting Jarril's shoulder with a paw "arrr they'll nae be gettin rid of ye fer seasons, yer still young an hale"

Darklett isn't looking -too- bad this morning. In fact, thanks to Keita cleaning his face up a little bit, he looks exponentially better! The only way anybeast would be able to tell anything was wrong would be by his doubly split lip and still visible cuts along his face. He steps out into the main part of the tavern, in full uniform... He looks like he doesn't plan on staying much longer.

Romana does hear the stoat, doesn't mean she's going to listen though, finishing off the bread quickly and leaning over towards the bowl, nose sniffing away at it.

Jarril looks at the kitchen door and raises a brow before he turns to look at Apple.  "Well, glad ya think so."  He goes quiet.  "There's been a few that don't feel the same but aye, I ain't going ta leave just yet."  He gives the recruits another check before adding.  "Besides I have ta keep my patrol under control as well as that lot.  Full time job that is."

Rothal reappears from the kitchen, ears both down and what appears to be a soup stain on his tunic.  However, the hare has managed to snag Apple's order, which he promptly brings out and places before her.  A nod and wave are given to Dark as the buck returns to his usual place behind the bar.

Evoc smiles at his daugther and dips more bread in it holding it out to her "Here dear eat this" he looks up at the newly arriving hare and glances about nervously, ears splaying back and tar tipped tail thrashing, looking nervous at being boxed in by all these hares.

Apple ooohs and plucks a large lettuce leaf, she wraps a sugar coated, lemon coated pancake in it and starts to munch on it, satisfying her odd craving. "Oooh yes well Major i hope that includes lt. Zeraph, he's in your patrol isn't he?"

Darklett's ears flick once at spotting the major, and... Well, he's about to greet him before he's greeted by the -QUITTER.- ;) "Rothal! Hey..." He follows the hare to the bar, sliding onto a stool. "How's it goin'? Life outside the mountain treatin' you well?"

Jarril nods his head.  "Yeah, Zeraph's in my patrol."  He goes quiet again in thought.

Apple nods and frowns "Aye well aye ope ye kin ave words wid im about his behaviour tha other day ere in tha inn, though tis not me bussiness ta intrude on yer affairs but ye probably wanna ave words wid im about beating Major Darklett oop as well." she shakes her head and munches down on another odd pancake and lettuce comb o

Romana takes the next bit of bread off Evoc as well, munching away on it as she starts looking around the room at last, staring at each beast in turn and ears flicking this way and that.

Rothal glances at the officer, smirking.  "Bettah than h'it's been treatin' yah, apparently.  Want somethin' to drink, Dark?  h'It's on me, of course."  The hare is already reaching for a mug, guessing Dark's answer.  If he says no, hey, it'll be used elsewhere.

Jarril doesn't look at Apple but his facial features twitch slightly on the news.  "Oh?  Ah think about it."  That's all he says on the matter.  Lifting his mug, he takes a swig of his ale but whether there's a smile or just the way he's drinking is unknown.

Darklett's ears pin back as Apple just... goes ahead and blurts out to one more hare that he got beaten up. He'd -really- like to keep that under wraps, seeing as he's supposed to be the best fighter in the mountain and all. ;) Shrugging it off, he gives a nod to Rothal. "Sure, why not? I see Keita's keepin' you busy... Wouldn't want you getting bored, heh."

Evoc strokes his kits ears and looks about again, shifting nervously and feeling very out of place, white fur making him stand out surrounded by all those tan furred hares... though Darklett and Apple make a nice contrast.

It would seem that an arm wrestling tournament has developed in the midst of the recruits. The two currently battling are the shover and the shovee from before. It looks like the shovee is winning.  Whistles and cat calls abound. They're recruits, what do you want?

Jarril twitches his ears and moves from the bar.  "If ya excuse me for a moment."  The hare making his way over to where the recruits are situated at the moment.

Apple nods her head and smiles of course Major, tell em if they wanna arm wrestle they kin arm wrestle me" she smirks at a couple of recruits and flexes her free arm

Rothal begins to pour Dark's drinker, laughing.  "Aye, h'if she didn't, h'I might be startin' some of the fights, h'instead of stoppin' them."  He hands Dark the mug, gazing towards the recruits.  "Speakin' of which..."  However, Jarril has it covered, so the hare doesn't worry about it.

Romana's ears flick down everytime they're stroked, the noise of the recruits making her look round at them, unlike Evoc she seems rather relaxed, tail flicking from side to side lightly, big ears, nice chewy big ears.

Evoc looks down at the fox and hands her the last piece of bread dipped int he last of the warm milk, leaning back in his chair he gflances at Rothal and sits up, hoping to get his attention and not have to go to the bar.

The two battling recruits are grinning across at each other, even as they strain to put as much force behind their arm as possible. Despite the one's initial advantage, it now seems that they are evenly matched. The fact that they're both laughing /might/ not be helping them to win, however.

Darklett's paw takes the drink, and the major has his first sip. "Mm," he comments, non-verbally, at the taste, giving a satisfied lick of his upper lip as he turns to look at what the recruits are doing... Which, if Rothal would notice the wince, is the first sign of any real pain that he's shown since he entered. "Well... I'm glad you're at least happy. If the patrol wasn't for you, then... Well, I kinda wanted you in mine, but I'm dealing." He says this good-naturedly, another smirk tossed out to the former patroller.

Coming up from behind the recruits, Jarril pushes them both to the side as he watches the goings on with the arm wrestle.  After a few moments he coughs before speaking.  "Hmmm, don't tell me ya forgot about what I stated before we headed out here?"  Looking about.  "Anyone care ta remind me what was discussed about the noise levels?"

Calvert Rubs his own shoulders, apparently sore from carrying something as he arrvies at the Tavern for his morning ale

Darklett finishes off his mug of ale, and slides it across the bar. "...Well..." He straightens up, trying not to show any sign of pain from the stretching of his bruised side. "I should probably be getting back to the mountain..." He turns in his stool to see Jarril again, along with all the recruits. Wouldn't make much sense to leave before them, would it?

The two wrestling recruits don't notice Jarril's presence at the table. Rather, they're grinning across at each other. While the one seemed to have advantage initially, now they seem pretty easily matched. Then again, the fact that one and then the other ducks their head into their shoulder to stifle their laughing probably isn't helping them in the 'winning' sense. Jarril gets their attention, though. Their straining paws go still and they both look up. The one speaks up, "Sir?" With a blink, he glances around the room. He releases the other buck's paw and sits back. "Sorry, sir. We thought... well, it's a tavern, right?" He grins and shrugs, amiably enough. "Sorry. We'll keep it down. Right, mates?"

The door from outside opens wide and Apple shuffles back inside, looking warm and happy, she's just had a lovely time with Ender and is quite happy that for once she got on really well with the elderly rabbit

Calvert blows some foam from his nose as he smiles and hobbles over to Apple

Jarril nods his head back at them.  "I ain't disputing that but try and keep the noise down."  He looks at the two of them.  "If you're that into competition, I have one for ya on the way back.  We're going ta have a race, last one back has ta do washing duty tonight."  Grinning, the major heads back towards the bar again and settles back onto the stool.

Calvert bounces up to Apple "how ya feelin mum?

Apple smiles at Calvert then frowns at him as he hobbles "Wot ave ye done tae yerself Calvert?"

Calvert says, "oh Yer Armor and gear just just a bit Eavy mum, just stiff.. nothing a bit of a Jolly old workout w the lads won't fix roit up wot?"

Apple nods at Calvert Roight...if yer say so me ealer" she moves towards an empty table, one of the few not full of recruits.

Ender marches in through the front door.  Well, he hobbles through, attempting to use his left leg as support, his right dangling uselessly, dragging on the floor.  He flops onto his stomach on the nearest chair he can find, and eventually pulls himself upright, huffing and puffing.

Calvert holds a chair for apple, with a napkin over his arm "ave a seat can I get ye some Tucker mum?

Harp the recruit leaves the others, walking up to stand about a step back and away from Jarril. He clears his throat, looking inexplicably nervous. "Uh... sir? I was wondering, could I maybe have permission to... stay and visit with my family? I'd make it back before training in the morning."

Streeeeeetch. Keita appears at the bottom of the steps leading from the upstairs, looking rightly as if she's just woken up. Scratching absently at the back of an ear, she peers around the tavern and limps across toward the bar.

Jarril turns to face Harp and ponders the request for the moment.  "Ya family live here?  Aye that should be okay.  Why not go off now and see them."  Using a paw, he tries to get the attention of one of the bar staff.  "Ya know, maybe I should go see them myself and tell them how good a recruit ya are."  Winking with his only eye but then shakes his head.  "Nah, but ya go and have fun.  See ya tomorrah."

Ender spots Keita, and frowns.  He has a large, nice-looking scarf around his neck, and is carrying a hat, which he attempts to sit on.  The rabbit waves at the one-legged doe, attempting to get her attention without a scene.

Harp's lips part in surprise, but Jarril saves him the trouble of spazzing. He nods quickly, and salutes. "Thanks, sir. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, he's off, stopping by the recruit table to say goodbye before heading out.

Darklett just observes the things going on with the recruits and Jarril, blending in quite nicely apparently, as no attention is brought to him. Figuring it might be a bit before they leave, Darklett turns to the current bartender and requests another, lighter ale.

Apple sits down slowly and sighs patting her stomach "No thank ye aye just ate wid Ender"

Calvert nods and moves over to bring the Badger some apple tea anyways, and a bit of crumpets if he can find them... of course bringing himself a large helping of  the pastries and marmalade as he looks at the other hares "anyone for some fine fare?

Keita's attention is gotten by Ender, and she pauses on her way to the bar and nods to him, if a bit warily. Her interactions with him have been... interesting, at best. "G'day, chap. Somethin' I c'n help ya with?"

Jarril gives his order to one of the other bartenders and stays where he is, moving his head to checking on the other recruits before taking his drink, though the hare isn't paying for this one.

Ender looks her up and down.  He /does/ know her.  However, he attempts to clear his mind of evil thoughts and peers at the bar.  Not that it is much better.  "Er.  About a, erm, barhare who was here a night or so, erm, aogo."  THe rabbit appears distracted, peering at the hare at the bar.  /Darklett/?

Apple leans back in her chair and closes her eyes, just resting for now, ignoring the tea and crumpets, she realy has eaten enough

Calvert SMiles and of course will eat the crumpets himself and drink the tea if she REALLY doesn't want it, using a a napkin on the corner of his mouth to clean the crumbs.

Darklett smiles at the bartender, and reaches into his pocket... Sigh. Up until now, he'd been banking on free drinks from Apple and Rothal, and seems to have forgotten he didn't have anything on him. "Er, wait a second..." He shifts to his right, digging into his left pocket, trying to find... Well, -anything- to pay with.

Apple opens an eye and smiles at Calvert and pushes the crumpets towards him though she does keep a cup of tea for herself, looking over at the bar she smiles "Keita...ma'am remind me tae settle this weeks tab wid ye afore ye go"

Calvert says, "Oh I ave it mum" he smiles with crumbs accumulating in his lap"

"Aye? A barhare? What'd he look like?" She takes a subtle step towards said bar, to try and get him walking in that direction while they talk. Apple's words catch her ear, and she looks toward the badger. She grins, waving a paw. "Oh, don't even worry about it. Take yer time. I trust ya."

Ender looks at her, getting the hint, but not that willing to move around again.  After a few moments of indecision, he hauls himself upright, nearly falling forward, and begins his sad stumble towards the bar.   "It seems, erm, his name was Rothal.  Very rude, extremely so.  There was, erm, an incident with Apple, Zeraph, and me.  He, erm, threatened to throw me out when I was, erm, attempting to settle the matter."  Ender is almost worked up, but quickly calms as he realizes this.  "I found his, erm, attitude rude and demeaning.  Not what I'd expect from, erm, a proper barhare."

Apple flicks her ears and turns her head to look at Ender and Keita, ignoring Calvert for now, sipping her tea as she listens "Dinnae ferget tha that Zeraph too was causing havoc as well"

Finally, the bartender just waves in dismissal, the major's ears folding, before... Hey, free drink. Shrugging, he turns at the name of Rothal, listening in on what's being said about him. Hmm, interesting, hehe.

Jarril keeps quiet as he ponders things while he drinks his mug of ale, glad for some time off what with the recruits quietened down somewhat.

Keita's eyebrows go up at his condition, but she continues the conversation. "Rothal? I've nevah had any complaints about him before..." She takes a step in towards him, to try and offer him an arm to lean on. Which, you know, given her own unsteadiness with the new peg leg? Might have a repeat of the falling over, just with the daughter instead of Zoe. :p "I'll have a word with 'im, though."

Darklett's ears swivel around as he looks about, and... Finally, he decides to go sit by Jarril, carrying his mug with him. "Afternoon, Major... Take it the mountain hasn't been missing me too much?" He smirks, shoving himself carefully up onto a stool near Jarril.

Ender takes her arm, a bit worried, remembering the incident at Salamandastron.  He glances around.  No stairs present, thank the fates.  He looks at the hare at the bar...it sure does seem to be Darklett.  "Well, erm, I just didn't appreciate his actions, eh?"

Apple leans over and pours herself some new tea, glancing at Calvert then over to Keita and Ender not saying anything else, she's sent her message already complaining about Zeraph AND Ender's attempt to mix alcohol and medicine

Jarril doesn't look at Darklett as he replies.  "The mountains getting on just fine.  So I see you had some trouble as my Lt. then?"

Darklett's brows seem to melt just a bit as Jarril speaks. Jeesh. Word gets around quickly. "...Yeah, guess so." He shifts in his barstool, having a sip of his mug and shaking his head. "Somehow I keep ending up in these odd situations, you know?" Smirk.

Jarril grins slightly as he sips his ale before replying to Darklett once again.  "I think ya need ta settle down and stop trying ta do everything.  Less footpaws ta step on, ya know?"  He looks at Darklett.  "Perhaps ya should take on training the recruits next season for a while, see if that helps?"

"Tryin' to do everything?" Darklett snorts in laughter. "I'm trying -not- to do anything, after the... well, you know. The ambush." He nudges the other major with a chuckle. "Things keep falling right into my lap, I can't help it. Training the recruits, though? Huh. You can keep them. Don't think I'd make too good of a trainer, really."

Jarril grins.  "Hey, someone will have ta do it, I may not be around all the time ya know?"  He takes a sip of his ale as he smiles.  "Besides I don't think I am training them next season, change in roster coming up and my name's on the list for change of ordah's.  Not sure what the uppers have in store for me.  Have ta wait until I am called and find out."

Apple leans back in her chair closing her eyes and just listening to all the conversation for now

Darklett shrugs, scratching the back of his head. "We can get somebeast else to do it. I don't really have the experience to train all our recruits, I don't think." He shakes his head, following it up with a sip to his mug. "Don't want 'em ending up like me, do you?" He laughs at his own quip.

Jarril frowns slightly.  "Now that I really don't want.  Anyways, they need a fightah trainer anyways, it's not as though I am good at it."  The major nods his head for another refill.

Ender pulls away from Keita, now positive that the hare is, indeed, Darklett.  "Er, Dark?  Darklett?"  He looks nervous.  They haven't seen each other in...forever.

Darklett nods, slowly... "Well... Maybe..." He tries to think of another excuse, but comes up short. "...Ah, isn't there another fighter major that can do it? Someone who's seen more battles than me?" He obviously doesn't want to train the recruits-- "Hm?" He turns around as his name is called, and he sees Ender, bringing a smile to his face. "...Ender! Hey, there!" He gives a wave with his mug.

Apple opens her eyes and looks at the hare Ender greeted, oh its Major Fletchpaw" that fact established she closes her eyes again

Jarril leaves Darklett to talk to Ender as he nods his head to the freshly filled up mug.  Smiling he ponders for a moment on a few things and shakes his head, muttering to himself.  "Not sure who is teaching them fighting ta be honest...  Hmmm."

Ender smiles broadly, and puts his canes into their respective paws, pulling himself towards the duo at the bar.  After a few minutes, he manages to reach the stool next to Darklett, which he struggles to get onto, still smiling.  "Its really good, erm, to see you again, eh?  What've you been up to?"

Darklett leans back against the bar, ears pinning at the sight of the canes... Which he decides to not bring up now. "Yeah, good to see you, too. Just been... Around, I guess. Training, as usual, doing the whole officer thing. How're the leverets?"

Calvert moves overto apple and pulls out a brsh gently beginning togroom Apple's fur

Apple murmurrs and is mostly dozing now, flicking her ears and for once not complaining about Calvert's fussing with her fur

Darklett room-pages, "Well, as of now, Darklett's been sitting in on the fighting lessons, and taking a few sharp young fighter recruits aside for a little post-lesson lesson on the sneak. :P".

Ender manages to get himself seated, though he does look a bit embarassed when he finally turns back to the hare with him.  "Eh.  Not so well.  Got, erm, a younger insane hare.  He's, erm, a handful."  The rabbit /almost/ orders a drink, but attempts to resits.  Attempts very hard.

The tavern door opens just wide enough for Taeura to squeeze through. She quietly closes the door and turns around to see who's about. Her ears are drooping and her muzzle low. A blank look is upon her face. She quietly moves to one of the side tables and sits down.

Jarril ponders the time by looking at the shadows that the light is giving from entering from the window and nods his head.  "Well, I best start preparing on leaving."  He gives a look towards Keita and then the recruits as he calls over to them.  "Alright, finish ya drinks if ya haven't, we're moving back soon."  The major goes back to his own drink again, deciding to move as soon as this mug is emptied, sipping at it.

Darklett tilts his head curiously. "...Insane leveret? What, like... Kicking and screaming and running into things, or what?" He half-smirks, drinking down another gulp, ears catching the Major's orders. "...Finally, I'll be getting back home. Hope I don't get in too deep for this one..."

Ender grins at Darklett's words.  "Well, erm, yes.  In that order, last time we met, eh?"  The rabbit gives a bark of laughter before coughing a couple times, and using his scarf to wipe at his face.

Jarril grins at Darklett as he speaks.  "If ya can keep up, the recruits are running back.  Fitness test..."

Darklett's face pulls a bit, and he wipes a bit of spittle off his leg from the coughing. Ew. "Running back...?" He puts a paw to his side, gives it a test push, winces, and shakes his head regretfully. "Sorry, Jarril. Don't think I have it in me right now, heh."

Jarril grins.  "Not ta worry, we'll keep a soft bed for ya in the infirmary when ya do arrive home."  The major downs the whole of his mug and places it back on the bar.  "I have a patrol later but if you're not fully fit, then I think ya should stay out of anything patrolling.  No need ta push yaself back into the infirmary, is there?"

Ender turns away for a second, running a paw across his brow.  Resisting the drinks is hard, but not too hard.  Hopefully.  The rabbit is feeling a bit tired, and peers at the kitchen door.  So far away.  Too far.  "Er.  Why're you here, if y'don't mind my asking?"

Darklett nods, but slowly and again, regretfully. "I'm gonna have to agree. Don't want to risk going out if I'm not in top form. I'd be an easy target; I can barely move my right arm without my side hurting..." He shrugs, and turns back to Ender. "...er, I had a run in with Zeraph. He... Well, he beat me. Hard." Hm. Matter-of-fact. :P

Ender isn't that surprised by Darklett's announcement.  Zeraph had been very odd in their last encounter.  Odd enough for an angry letter to make it to Miss Francis.  Ender didn't really regret the letter, but feared if Zeraph heard about it.  "Eh.  Is that so?  That's how you, erm, got here?  Flew from a, erm, massive blow?  Or did he beat you here, eh?"

Taeura drops the cup she was using onto the table which bounces off and onto the floor shattering. Tears begin to flow as she stares at the hare in fear and unbelief.

Jarril nods as he slips off from the stool and looks at Darklett.  "Good choice.  Ya stay here and rest up.  I'll send the rest of ya patrol here so they can escort ya back."  Moving away, he makes his way over to where the recruits are and begins to make order with the five that are left, one left a while ago.

Darklett takes a bit of a breath, and shakes his head. "I think he dragged me here, from how I felt and looked when I finally woke up. I'm not sure, but..." He nods to Jarril as he speaks, looking a bit disappointed, but nodding nonetheless. "Just make sure the Colonel gets word of where I am, alright?"

Ender jumps as the cup shatters behind him, but he's unable to turn enough to see what happened.  "You just, erm, let him drag you about?  What about all your, erm, training?"  The rabbit seems to be ignoring Jarril, but not purposefully.  One conversation is all he can handle.

Darklett shakes his head. "Nah, I wouldn't have let him drag me without a fight if I was conscious..." He murmurs now, turning away. Apparently, he doesn't -like- talking about how he got completely creamed by Zeraph. XD

Jarril hears Darklett and just nods silently as he instructs the recruits to make sure that they have everything that they came here with, inspecting their uniforms and sorting out a bit of a thing between two of them elbowing each other.

Ender grunts at this.  Apparently Darklett let himself be massacred by Zeraph.  "This was some kind of, erm, training?  Or a drill, eh?  Right?"

Taeura takes a deep breath, gets up from the table and walks over next to where Darklett is sitting. With her muzzle lowered and her eyes focused downward she speaks, "'xcuse me sir. I uh I want to apologize." she waits.

Darklett grits his teeth together. "No, Ender. Well, it started out as training, but then he... Well, he went crazy. Next thing I know, he's pummeling me, and I can't do anything about it. He was too strong, I could barely fight back, I was completely helpless, okay? I couldn't do anything. Nothing." Woah, got a little feisty there.

Jarril begins to shuffle the recruits towards the door of the tavern, blinking as he grabs one of them by the neck and pulls him back into line.  "No more drinking, I told ya its time ta get back."  Rolling his only eye up he pushes the last recruit out of the door and takes one more look himself before slipping out.