07:12 PM

Salamandastron: Leaders' Office
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This room is obviously and strictly all business. The walls are bare, except for the occasional military decoration of crossed swords or what have you, as well as the occasional, dim candle. In the room, there is an ornately carved, oak desk, behind which rests a comfortable arm chair. In front of the desk two slightly less comfortable and straight-backed chairs sit, most likely to keep the occupants on their toes. The desk is often covered by stacks of papers, sometimes haphazard, and sometimes neatly placed, depending upon the officer using the room at any given time.
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                  Visible Exits:
[Out] to Hallway

Skritch, skritch, skritch goes the pointed feather against parchment as Jarril is busy writing down things on various pieces of parchments and books on the desk, literally littering the whole area.  Pausing in writing something, the hare gives a thoughtful look before nodding his head and signing something else before rolling it up and handing it to one of the younger hares in front of him.  "Make sure that's posted up on the wall of my patrah."  Seeing the hare nod, it turns and heads out of the room, leaving Jarril to continue to write again in an attempt to catch up on some paperwork.

Well, this is a surprise. Zoe isn't used to coming into the office to find the chair occupied. She stops in the doorway, looking as if she's been put slightly off balance by Jarril's unexpected presence. Hum. Her brow wrinkles. "Hullo, cousin."

Jarril looks up with a grin, then looks down again and frowns, getting a cloth to try and wipe out the big blot he's made but that's not going to help as he just lifts up the parchment and scrunches it into a ball.  "'ello, cousin.  What brings ya here then?"

"I was just about t' ask you the same thing." Smiling slightly, Zoe limps forward into the room, dropping into one of the chairs on the opposite side of the desk. Hum. This is a strange perspective. She snorts softly. "Whatcha workin' on?"

Leaning back in the chair, even Jarril is having some thoughts on the way this has turned out right about now but he replies right away.  "Catching up on some patrol reports, recruit stuff..."  He pauses for a moment with a bigger smile.  "Well, those that survived not being destroyed.  Heading a patrol out as well later, best to get out and do a search myself, you know.  Well, unless you have any other orders for me?"

Zoe_Lang considers for a moment, but in the end shakes her head. "... No, no ordahs. You seem t' have everythin' you need t' be doin' undah control."   She leans back in her chair, looking rather comfortable. Mm-hm.

Jarril blinks slightly as he looks at Zoe for a moment.  "Want to swap places?"  He starts to get up nonetheless.

Zoe_Lang's eyebrows raise as he stands. "Uh, no. No, m'good." She smiles slightly, spreading her arms wide. "I'm comfortable."