03:56 AM

Salamandastron: Infirmary
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This is the infirmary for the long patrol.  This room is one of the most
well lit rooms in the whole of Salamandastron, with several candles placed
strategically along the shelves and cupboards.  Many wooden beds line the
walls of this room, each outfitted with impeccably clean white linen
sheets.  This unfortunately limits the walking space in this room.  Where
there are not beds there are shelves and cabinets that hold a variety of
different medical equipment, mostly needles and bandages.  A single stone
sink is firmly lodged into one of the counters.  The sink is not fancy, in
fact it is quite awkward. It is a necessity, nonetheless.  An open closet
is in the corner of the room, storing a surplus of compact cots, in the
unusual case of mass injuries. The room usually has several nurse hares in
it, roaming around tending to various injuries.
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[Out] to Level Three                   [Herb] Room

Jarril heads into the room and looks about before spotting who he needs to see and marches over without hesitation.  "Colonel, mission was a success, we have all of the prisoners from the camp without losing ta many..."  He pauses and frowns.  "However, we are missing Wimble, Darklett and Niveus at the moment.  The others are down in the other infirmary being looked after."

Zoe_Lang is sitting at the main healer desk, a mug of tea long since gone cold held between her paws. When she finally looks up at Jarril's entrance, it is a nervy look. She's been sitting around and waiting for them to return. At the news of the three missing, her ears flick back. "How're those who've returned?"

Jarril responds back.  "They're tired, not eaten that well but they don't look like they've been mistreated in any way."  He pauses for a moment.  "They should be okay after a few days rest."

Zoe_Lang manages to relax a little at this news. She does stand, however, to come around to take a good look at Jarril. "Anything I need t'scowl at ya for while I bandage it up?"

Jarril grins.  "Nope, this time one of my plans went off without a hitch, all apart from not being around when the vermin realise they're missing quite a lot of hares from under their sleeping noses, wot."  He does frown though.  "I did think that Darklett and Niv were with us at the time and that we did find Wimble but I have no idea on what happened there."  He holds his paws up.  "But nothing ta stitch up, thought ya need the rest."

Zoe_Lang smirks, then, reaching across to pat him on the shoulder, then give it a squeeze. "Good t'see ya back in one piece, cousin. Darklett's capable. M'sure we'll see him back soon."

Jarril nods.  "Aye, he probably have a reason."  He grins a bit more.  "Thanks, at least its something ta brighten up the place again, another victory ovah our enemies."

Zoe_Lang inclines her head, then. "We'll have ourselves one more figh' with the lot o' them 'n' be done with it. Aye?"

Jarril nods.  "One day, aye though colonel..."  He goes quiet for a moment.  "I ain't sure if I will survive another huge battle."  He taps his eye patch.  "Real pain this is, main cause of my injuries, doncha know."  He coughs and changes the subject.  "There is something ya can do though."  He looks about for a moment and carries on. "Got anything ta wash out blackberry stains from fur?"

Zoe_Lang regards Jarril with thoughtful silence, and indeed she seems to be thinking on it. In fact, after a moment she raises a finger, in classic "aha!" style, and turns to disappear into the herb closet. When she returns, she thunks something down into his paw. It is a towel. She smiles. "A bath."

Jarril grins.  "I know that...  Thought there was some good soap that's all."  He chuckles and then turns to leave.  "Well, I best head off.  I'd be ordering all those that did get blackberry on them ta stay in the mountain until it's all off.  Don't want Daclon ta work out how we managed ta do it.  Wouldn't harm those ta not know everything.  Could be useful again next time around."  Stopping at the door.  "Cousin, ya should get some sleep."

"I /could/ give ya somethin' that'd do the job in short ordah. Considah it a healah's discretion t' decide that you'd benefit more from a nice soak." She smiles, then, and looks toward the door. "I think I'll be up fer a bit longah, deah cousin. But I thank ya for the concern." She follows him to the door and pulls it open, then, to allow him to pass through it. "Good night."

Jarril hmms and nods.  "'right cousin but don't stay up ta late, ya starting ta catch my overworking natah, wot."  He gets out of the door quickly and smiles.  "G'night."  Without saying anything else the hare walks off.