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Salamandastron: Armory
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As a rule, the armory of Salamandastron is stocked well enough to outfit
almost twice as many troops as necessary.  It is a large cavern with rows
and stacks and piles of mounds of armaments.  There truly is enough
weaponry here to outfit an army:  racks filled with spears, piles of well-
crafted fencing sabers in shining scabbards, rows of long, deadly-sharp
pikes, rows upon rows of stout bows, countless oiled quivers with true-
flighted and sharp-pointed arrows, a pile of axes and warhammers, rows of
thin chainmail... even a rack of heavy cutlasses sits near the back.
Every piece of Salamandaston weaponry is made locally, forged by the
skilled paws of a Badger Lord.  Needless to say, every last piece of it is
of the highest quality.
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                  Visible Exits:
[Fo]rge                                 [T]raining [R]oom

One of the warm places in the mountain is the Armory, the door leading to where the Forge room is open, letting heat into the smaller room as Jarril continues to look at the state of the weapons in the room.  Picking up a staff, the hare inspects the wood carefully under latern light with a approving nod, moving into the middle of the room and giving a few moves to test its weight before nodding again.  With a thud to the stone floor the hare smiles.  "Well, at least the warmth from the forge has stopped this lot from rotting..."

Having just arrived in her heavy cloak Leori is slowly making her way up to the leaders office when she hears noise and moves to investage smiling at the warm air that circulates the Training room it doesn't take her long before she pops her heavly cloaked head into the room. To an untrained eye it might look like she is some sort of reaper, and frightening at first. Slowly she speaks, "Hello Major." she says softly.

Jarril gives an ear twitch as he turns his head around slightly before replying back.  "Ah, so ya snuck out of the place again.  Well, at least ya better equip for travelling in this weather."  Moving back to the wall, the hare places the staff against it with the others as he continues to speak.  "So what is the pleasure of this visit?"

Leori nods her head slowly lowering the cloak. "Aye, will Brivicus doesn't mind, told him i was coming. "I just came to see how things where going with Zoe, and talk to my sister." she says looking around. "I trust you and here spoke to each other?" she asks softly leaning against the door frame.

Giving a slight nod.  "Aye, ya could say that."  Picking up a long sword, the hare inspects the metal in the latern light.  "What about it?"  Carefully he turns the blade around, checking if it's been cleaned properly by the younger recruits.

Leori chuckles softly, "So do you feel the same about her?" she just asks out rather bluntly. She comes in the rest of the way and leans on the wall some listening queitly. Her cloak still drawn close keeping her nice and warm.

Fayla walks slowly into the armory. She tries not to look at the weapons, but in a room filled with them, it's hard not to...

Jarril doesn't give a reply right away.  "I ain't sure."  He says after a time while moving the balde in his paw in the air as he points it out, checking for straightness.  "Bit ta early ta tell really."  The sword swings down to his side.  "Why?  Has she told ya of our conversation then?"

Leori chuckles softly and waves at Fayla. "Ohh if i know my sister she has already tried to win you over or at least talk to you." she says softly. "I am gonna be talking with her later anyways." she smiles warmly. She turns to Fayla, "How you this morning?" she asks never one to leave anyone out

Fayla looks to Leori and nods, smiling. "I'm feelin' pretty good this mornin, wot!"

Nodding his head, Jarril moves back to the row where the swords are and places the blade back where it was standing, picking up another he leaves the two does to talk for the moment as he gets back to work.

Leori spaces out for a wile looking rather lifeless at the moment paws drawing the cloak in slightly tighter. She looks back to Jarril, "If you see my sister tell her i am here please?" she says softly and turning back to Fayla, "I say maybe you can help me wot?" she asks curiously.

"'Elp you?" says Fayla. "'Elp y' with wot?"

Leori wiggles her ears and smiles softly she leans in closer, "Will i need something to settle a upset stomach in the morning times." she asks hopeing they have something, knowing chances are slim. She says softly.

Fayla says, "Well, the mint plant can be used t' 'elp stomachache. Fennel, too."

Leori hmms and nods her head "Will have to get some on the way back home. Can't seam to keep things down some mornings." she admits softly. "Must have been some bad food." she says scratching the back of her head a not so innocent look on her face. She turns and looks around, "Nice to see my sister is helping out around here and helping keep things clean."

A curious look appears on Fayla's face. "Your sister?" she asks.

Leori nods "Tabitha," she says softly. "Don't tell her that i asked you but the stomach aches." she says softly and scratches her head again. "She seams to be following my footsteps and helpping to keep the mountain clean.

Jarril nods his head slowly.  "I'll let her know that you're here."  He says while continuing on with his work.

Fayla seems interested that Leori mentioned Tabitha. "Tabitha? I think I met 'er once..." she says.

Leori smiles and nods her head. "aye she has been here a wile, supposed to be a resident healer." she says softly to Fayla and nods at Jarril. "Aye, i don't what her knowing anything yet." she says softly "Just that i am here."

Jarril nods his head again slowly.  "Of course."  The hare picking up a few arrows now as he gives a slight grin, before calling into the other room.  "Looks like ya lot done okay with this lot, good."  He makes his way into the entrance to the forge and nods.  "Finish up with that last lot and ya can have the rest of the morning off.  Practise though in the afternoon after lunch in the archery range though."

Leori nods her head adjusting her cloak a little She sighs softly and streches some. "What to do wile i wait for the Colonel to arrive?" she ponders loudly.

Moving out of for a moment, Jarril comes back with two new swords as he looks at Leori.  "I would suggest getting some food, nearly time for lunch and all..."  He carefully places the new swords with the rest.  "Or go see your sister, should be on healah duty if my memory serves me correctly..."

Fayla looks at the two swords that Jarril has brought in. She seems to be fascinated by them, then looks away from them.

Leori nods her head and makes her way to the door. "Aye i will have to do that, you all take care." she says softly.

Jarril nods slowly as he looks at Fayla.  "Hmmm, something interests you?"  The hare placing the last sword into place.

Fayla asks, "Er, interests me? Y' mean, th' sword?"

Jarril nods slowly.  "I noticed the look."  The older hare giving a smile.  "Thought ya healah lot didn't like stuff like this?"

Fayla shakes her head. "No, I nevah did like fightin' an' weapons."

Jarril nods slowly, checking on some small bladed dirks as he replies back.  "Well, don't think anyone does really.  It's something that has ta be done in the end."  Giving a pause he lifts his ears up a bit more.  "So er, mind if I ask why did ya decide ta stay here then?  Of course, ya can tell me ta mind my own business and all."

Fayla says, "No, I don' mind tellin'. My fathah, Treppelose deFfollerole, always wanted t' join th' Patrol. His fathah never let 'im, though. That is why he wanted me 'n' my sistah to. We both joined the Patrol as 'ealahs."

Jarril nods.  "I see, well it's not the safest job in the world I know that much."  He smiles.  "I take it that ya take defensive training though.  I'd rather ya healah's defend y'selves rather than being killed on the battlefield or out on a patrah."

Fayla nods. "Oh, aye, I take defensive trainin'."

Jarril replies back.  "Good, so what sort is ya preference then?"

Fayla says, "In self-defense I use a dagger."

Jarril looks about and see's them in the room before returning his gaze back.  "Ah, the choice of many runnah's.  Good choice."  Turning his head to seeing others start to leave the forge in the other room, he turns his head back again with a smile.  "Well, I best get off, things to do before my day ends.  Ya stay safe now, okay?"