08:28 PM

Another day of checking the stocks of weapons within the mountain.  Jarril is busy with some of his elder patrol members who have been with him for a few seasons now in making sure that some of the weapons and those in particular placed for use for his patrol is in good condition.  Looking at a shaft from an arrow, the major nods his head for one of his hares who ticks off on a list with the scroll that is lying on top of a table.

A young buck walks into the armoury head in a book and ears pinned back, it is Quinten murmurring to himself and bouncing a small pouch in his other paw and frowning at it from time to time.

Placing the shaft back into the barrel, he shakes his head.  "We need ta make some more.  I'll see if I can get a request for a patrah ta head towards the forest and collect more wood."  Picking up another one, which only comes out with half of it missing, the major frowns somewhat.

Quinten looks up at the sound of the voice and salutes. "Major Jarril sah...err Private Quinten reporting sah that me updated fur dye is back with the healers an thar making a new batch."

Not looking at Quinten, Jarril replies back.  "I know, I saw ya creeping away from the bar last night."  Throwing the broken shaft to the pile on the floor, he picks up another one and nods his head as he see's nothing wrong with it and places it in another barrel where the good ones are being placed.  "Anything else?"

Quinten blinks and lowers his paw. "Er...no Major...and i wasn't so much creeping as not wanting to get in between tha arguement sah."

Jarril smiles back as he nods.  "Well, ya in now, so don't try and avoid every arguement, wot.  Some will think ya ta scared ta get ya paws dirty."

Quinten nods. "Well of course sa but wasn't anything to do with me, decided it was best to stay out oh that one."

Jarril nods.  "Aye.  Well, ya can help out here if ya haven't been placed with other duties."

Quinten looks around and nods. "Ok sah...what are we doing? An er...last i checked your meant to place my duties sah."

Taking a shaft out of the barrel, he turns around and points it at Quinten.  "Well, it is a duty so I need someone else ta check on our patrah supplies.  We're doing weapons at the moment.  So pick something ta check and get one of the recruits here ta write down the condition."

Quinten nods his head and walks over to a barrel of javelins and spears and starts to pull them out oince by one. "Yes sah." he looks over at Jarril and opens his muzzle as aif to say something then shakes his head and gets on with it.

Not being that old yet, Jarril knows when someone within his patrah wants to say something as he inspects another shaft and speaks.  "Alright Quinten, out with it.  There's something on ya mind."

Quinten shifts and fiddles with a Javelin. "Well sah..just...you don't seem to happy with me."

Pausing in inspecting a arrow shaft, the major looks at Quinten. "Oh?  And what makes ya think that?"

Quinten shrugs and turns back to the Javelins. "You don't seem to want to talk to me most of tha time sah."

Placing the shaft down into the other barrel, he turns to face Quinten.  "Well, I like ta keep some distance away from those under my command."  Frowning slightly though it's not directed at anyone.  "Ya understand one day."

Quinten nods his head and picks up a Javelin and fowns at it and gives it a shake, the metal tip falling off. "I think i do sah...guess i was imagining things. Just thought...you didn't want me in ya patrol."

Crossing his arms about him, Jarril shakes his head.  "Alright, I give ya this one."  He looks about at the others.  "Okay, so ya all going ta get this one, call it a one off lesson in command, if any of ya get there.  Sometimes ya may be required ta go and order one of ya lot ta sacrifice themselves for the good of the rest.  Getting ta know someone under ya command is up ta the officer.  I am more of not getting ta close."

Quinten nods his head and salutes. "Aye sir...i'll keep that in mind."

Jarril nods and goes back to his work.  "Besides it looks like ya making enough friends anyways."

Quinten smiles and flicks his ears. "I do try me best sir...an sir..these Javelins are useless."

Jarril sighs and nods his head.  "Aye, I want double shifts on replacing these weapons.  See how much ya can take from the carpenter's stock and begin making new ones.  Sooner we finish fixing the damage from our guests the better."  He looks at Quinten.  "That's my patrah's top priority at the moment.  We're on replenishing weapon stock."

Quinten salutes "Yes ah...though i can tell you know sir. We have very little wood suitable for this job...it is mostly gone into fixing up the fixings."

Jarril biting his lower lip, he nods.  "Fine, I'll put in a request for a patrah or two in getting more wood by the colonel.  We best do it during the night though, best not ta show anyone that we have some problems weapon wise, if ya know what I mean."  Dropping something into a barrel.  "Okay, ya lot carry on here while I go and sort something out."

Quinten nods to the Majuor and moves on to another barrel and frowns into it, "Man did those vermin actually leave anything alone?"