07:31 PM

*** Leader's Lounge ***

While relaxing, the major sips some honey whiskey from a glass as he carefully looks about the room while no one else is inside at this moment in time.  Eventually though, something presses against him as he shifts about in the chair.  Slipping a paw into the pocket, he frowns as he see's its his fur and buttons, though on another inspection there is a letter attached as well.  Placing the glass down, Jarril slowly begins to open the letter and begins to read...

Major Jarril,

I do hope this package has reached you safely I was assured that your Private was more the adequete for the job of delivery. I fear I have been most remiss in my duties in keeping you informed of the situations in and around your mountain.

Regardless i digress and feel it my civic duty to inform you that whilst our attentions are diverted elsewhere it is not without the realms of reason for me to inform you that the toads and reptiles of the swamps to the south and east of your little fortress are beginning to grow ever bolder in their forays onto the western shore to waylay travellers and passengers alike.

Do be a dear and send one of your famous patrols down to deal with the ruffians it would be remiss should any of your young ones be harmed by toads due to a lack of action on the behalf of the Long Patrol.

Also in news that may interest you, The trade agreement between Lord Merdez of Ruingate and the Empire of the Isles is flourishing with their new northern trading port flourishing.  Your son does you proud at the abbey of Redwall with his training and his advancement, you should feel most proud in him and his acomlpishments though I am sure I shall remember to forwards your messages from Harper at a more convienient date.

Should you wish to at any time speak to my representative or leave a message for myself, just have one of those strapping young hares who do your bidding to leave a message in one of the stone urns outside of dear old Lady Apple's smithy. I mean really now I thought better of your patrol then to have badgers murdered in the halls of the badger mountain because they disagreed with how you handled that horrible bussiness with the Pelt Reapers.  I mean to claim she attached your hares and she didst need be killed is ludicrous when none of your hares where harmed. We all know if she had truly lost it to the blood rage you would have had corridors of dead hares before you brought her down.

Though I must now sign off i should warn you that if any harm or incarceration befall my messenger and representative then I shall be most wroth with thee after sending thee my warning. And you do not wish to engineer my anger against thee or those you hold dear Major Jarril, now I shall bid you a good day and hope you act swiftly upon my warning before a sad fate befalls the peace of your mountain and lands.

Please give my regards to your lady Colonel and pass on my greetings to Taye, I wish him well in all his endeavours.

Yours in good faith,
Lord Inelgard

With a frown, Jarril gets up and storms out of his room....

*** Begin of Log ***

Salamandastron: Leaders' Corridor
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Here is a corridor that is walked by the leaders of the Long Patrol, and
those with business with them, as well. The leaders' dormitories, office,
and lounge is located here, in a corridor of winding length and simplistic
design: cherry wooden doors, staggered torches for light, and a floor,
ceiling, and walls of stone.
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                  Visible Exits:
[L]eaders' [L]ounge              [L]eaders' [O]ffice
[Out] To Level Two Intersection

The mountain is quiet today, most people have gone up to the gardens to enjoy the sudden warm weather. Quinten however is walking slowly down the corridor, paws holding a scroll in his hands as he moves towards the leaders lounge.

*SLAM*  Well, it would seem that Jarril has in-fact managed to notice that something was in his pocket, the letter still within his paw as he begins to make his way out of his own dorm, striding down the corridor with a foul look on his face, muttering.  "Of all the darn cheek, please go sort out...  Who does he think he is....  Bally well should ..... sort him out, wot...."

Quinten pauses in mid stride, paw half way towards the lounge door as the Major leaps out. The private leaps about three feet back down the corridor with a yelp, dropping the parchment he was carrying which flutters to the floor. "Major!"

Not stopping, Jarril mutters something else which is a few well chosen bad words for the sender of the letter in his paw before turning around.  "What is it?"

Quinten shakes his head bending down to pick up the parchment, "New life at Sala sir, Colonel has me put a copy in your lounge as well as ours sah." He salutes standing at attention.

Jarril still shaking with anger, nods slowly as he takes a deep breath in before releasing it slowly.  "Sorry lad."  The major recomposes himself as he looks at the younger hare.

Quinten remains stood at ramrod attention, paws at his side and back straight. "No appology needed sir." he says softly.

With a ear twitch, Jarril snorts and looks at Quinten for a moment.  "I want ta know something, please tell me ya weren't polite ta that messenger on ya travels?"

Quinten looks puzzled, "I met him in the street sir, so of course I was polite, I had no way to tell who it was at first."

Jarril pauses for a moment as he looks down to the tightly held letter in his paw, then hands it over to Quinten.  "I just hope those runnahs that went off last night know ta be careful out there."  There's still a strained calmed tone to the Major's voice though; as though something wishes to explode out of him.

Quinten unrolls the letter and his eyes widen in shock, "What on earth..." his ears stand up straight and quiver, "Well of all the cheek...who does he think he is?"

You page-mail "There would be a runnah or three from the mountain sending a letter to Harper from his father.  It would read this.  "I can't tell ya much at the moment, but please be careful and always watch your back.  Watch Flaxpaw's back as well.  I'll try and come up next season if I have time off.  Jarril." to Harper and Zoe_Lang.

There's a dangerous dark look in Jarril's eyes as he looks at Quinten.  "He threatened harm to Harper..."  The hare's paws tightening as he says this, before he took a step back and leant gently against the rock wall.  "I didn't read this until after I sent off the message.  I only told Harper ta be careful and watch his back, as well as Flaxpaw's.  Nothing else, glad really as I ain't sure if that message will get there unread by this lot.  I may put him in more danger by saying there's someone there, well, ya know, spying or whatever they do.."

Quinten shakes his head, "How do they know so much? I mean....about everything....and we have no way of rooting out these spies?"

Jarril nods as he takes the note from Quinten again, folding it up before placing it into his pocket.  "I'm going ta have a word with the colonel about this, someone here is spilling information.  That will warrant the usual trial and death if they're found guilty of it.  Then again if I catch them, I may forego the first bit."  Looking up and down the corridor.  "As for this dealing with the toads and all.  Pah, we have ta check it out nonetheless.  I want all recruits nowhere near the swamp areas.  Halyard is the other way so they should be okay but don't want any heading down south."

Quinten nods his head, "Ok sir, are we sure it is someone here? I mean they could have picked up most of this information from Halyard."

Turning his head, Jarril see's another Major come out of his own dorm, giving both of them a nod before heading off as he turns his head back to where Quinten is.  "I'm keeping my mind open on this at the moment, need ta think."  Giving Quinten another look, the Major nods again.  "Can't say anything more than that."

Quinten nods his head politly, "As you say sah." he offers the parchment he is carrying, "My report from the patrol north as well sir. And life at Sala too, gibve it a read and take your mind off things for an hour or two."

Taking the scrolls, Jarril nods his head.  "Right and oh Quinten."  The major gives the younger hare a look.  "I want ya ta keep Taye from mentioning this ta Darklett, my side.  I don't want him ta go on some quest or something.  Ya friends with him.  I just want nothing ta happen until I know what ta do with this one.  Not for my safety, mind..."  His voice trails off in thought for a moment.  "But aye, I do that.  I see ya around."  Without saying anything else, he heads into the room where the leaders rest, closing the door behind him.