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WHO:

Patch-Spy, Owner of Redthorn Tavern, Annoying

Xsnder- Leader of Mossflower Defenders

Caleb-Traveling Warrior

Keldorn- Warrior in GUOSIM

Benar-Abbot (Shows up Towards End)
Krisha-Badger Mother(show up towards end)

LOG:

Patch has been wandering cause there is something going on and he aimed to find out, there should be nothing going on in Mossflower he doesn't know, it's so wrong in his mind. He right now had seen and smelled a campfire and made his way closer, and quickly into a tree to look down at them, do what he does best, get info on going ons around the area. Likely not the best plan as he shifts slightly and tries his best to be quiet.   

Caleb would just watch and try to think of what to say. However, his ears twitched and he looked around the area, not seeing anything at the moment. He would only write down some more, showing it to the two. "So... it seems like they are heading north and now could be heading either up or downstream. Do you two have any ideas where they may head. My thinking is towards a shore... perhaps an ocean?"
   
Keldorn shrugs as he reads "Western shore maybe there is Halyard....or Collinsel is Eastern..." He frowns "If they get that far...we would never find them at all"
   
Xander shakes his head and then tilts his head, paw on blade as he tenses up and looks around the small camp, he walks a little and listens. His focus on...noises.   

Patch frowns, great that's all he needs as he scoots back and about falls, he gasps loudly and grabs the branch as he falls, misses and grabs the 2nd branch sending down a lot of leaves and looks down, oh wonderful....   

Caleb was thinking of what to do before he suddenly heard the noise as well. The mouse rolls towards his log and grabs up his own sword, looking towards Xander with a nod as keeps an eye on the trees.   

Keldorn looks up "Some beast is watching us, that can't be a good thing my friends."
   
Xander walks over to the tree, unlike the others he looks ready to find out sooner with a growl " Show yourself!"   

Patch tenses up, he had almost forgot just how LARGE that blade is as he eeps again and goes to crawl to the trunk, should he...come down? He seems to decide and then speaks "Put that blade away Stripy, tell them back off and..ill come down"
   
Caleb only keeps the blade up, watching the trees and towards where the voice came from. He would look towards Xander and wonder what he was going to do but he wouldn't get in the way. It'd be madness to go against a badger at the moment.
   
Keldorn backs up a slight bit and his eyes narrow, he has has a bad past couple days but manages to remain calm,for now.
   
Xander growls and only puts the blade down to climb up, grab the rat by the neck scuff and drop him once he is almost down, he glares down,at him. " why you spying on us Patch?" Seems he best reply.   

Patch eeeks "Let go let go that hurts ya striped moron..."He lands on his tail "Owch.."He then sees the look on the badger and presses against the tree"I..I..wasnt spying...ok ok I was but not fer no beast but me...how ya think I learn things around here...wot tis going on Stripy? I seen ya champion...and...well these beasts, even Dorarose is in the woods..."Yeah he stayed clear of her.   

Keldorn decides to let the other handle this...guest? He is going to sleep at the moment as it appears this is being handled.   

Caleb keeps one hand on his blade but writes down on his pad and shows it towards Keldorn. "Who is this guy?" However, him going to sleep just makes the mouse sigh and keeps guard, watching the rat.   

Xander sees the note, he can handle this as he replies " Annoying...so.." he looks at Patch " A lot Patch and you wandering around." He snorts " Slavers took all but one dubbun grom the abbey and killed sister Ginny and a shrew maid later on." He picks up his blade and puts it away ." May be wise ta go home...least you heard something in the tavern"
   
Patch frowns, but he listens and peers at the mouse, back to Xander" So he doesn't talk and....."He goes silent "They took...kids?"
   
Caleb would just grumble and comes towards the rat, looking him over all around. He doesn't attack but he doesn't let up his guard. However he lets Xander do the talking.   

Xander snorts but nods " Yes. all but a goose that was on the pond, they drugged some beasts too..including Krisha. Look Patch go back to the tavern but if you do here something of interest let us know." He looks at Caleb ."Its ok he..isn't an enemy"
   
Patch backs up and looks between them dusting off "Yeah yeah course...."He nods and walks away, then jogs before anyone wakes up he rather not speak to"   

Caleb just lets off a sigh and sheathes his sword, looking towards Xander before showing his pad. "He's some type of spy then? Are you sure we can trust a vermin?"   

Xander looks at the note and nods " Patch he is...trustworthy most of the time. He owns the tavern in Ferravale now and does a good job" He sits down." But yes he..spies but he hates slavers"   
   
Caleb would only shake his head and sit down for now, looking towards the sky as he thought of some things. At least this person can be trusted... if Xander says they can be then he'll believe it. But Xander can tell he is worried as he looks towards the trees some more.   
Xander sits near Caleb " Don't worry Caleb, I am gonna help protect everyone on the on the trip, trust me. As for the slavers they  all likely on the way to well..somewhere"   

Caleb would blink and get out of his trance before looking towards Xander, smiling. He just gets his pad and shows it to Xander after writing. "Thank you Xander. I hope I will be good to protect the others as well. I do not want to see others fall for any mistakes on my part."   

Xander reads it and smiles, he nods " We will just have to hope all goes well but...when we do catch up its gonna be a big battle, maybe we will gain some help along the way." He softly hums then " I will take watch..get sleep" If he is able he will give the mouse a friendly gentle hug and then after a moment stand to take his turn on watch.   

Caleb would feel a blush cross his face as the badger hugs him but just nods to him and takes up his bedroll, keeping his sword nearby.

==At The Abbey==

Krisha was mostly recovered and decided to do something to get his mind off recent events, one was talk to foremole since she did learn mole over the past couple seasons,she was not an expert at it but could understand enough.She would make some hinges for the door,she could find someone that was better at making a lock and new key...yes for the small wall doors at the other gates. The main gate was fine it was those 3 smaller ones that weren't.   

Patch made his way into the abbey, glaceing around and found his way to the kichen yard.He spots the badger but keeps his distance for the time being and watches her curious.   

Krisha worked at the small forge.It had been a while since she did this as usually she had her dibbun duties, now that was not happening and a coupe chores she had she talked others into doing, a class Brother Rick would do this morning.   

Patch tilts his head, "Ok this is interesting...they got ya doin' this stuff? " He walks closer and fiddles with some ring for a barrel nearby.   

Krisha tries to ignore the rat and just work on the hinges she was making and tiny small bolts for the hinges.She was good with this sort of thing,she never tried to make a blade or weapon and had thought of heading to her fathers shop in Ferravale and maybe...stay a few days, whether she asked or not she had not decided.
   
Patch rolls his eyes "Well least ya not being rude....Stripy was..climbs the tree and grabs me by my neck scuff and drops me and it HURT and had de nerve to ask why I was spying in them...like good grief, things are happening and I have no clue...I am suppose ta knowwwwww things" He would pick now to complain.   

Krisha hits the hinge a little too hard and snorts...she can fix it and had made so far 3 other hinges, she would make 2 for each door. She finally looks at the rat"You saw...Xander? Where?" She had known he left with others just not where and no one had come back so maybe it was a good sign that they found clues.   

Patch mutters "Woods." He leans agaist the tool shed as he speaks"So what's all this on missing dibbuns and such, how that possible..how does one sleep threw vermin, how does one sleep threw someone beside em'" He goes on and on being his rude,not thinking before he speaks self...thats Patch for you.
   
Krisha finished the hinge, she had 4 now. She had started another hunge and listened to Patch and takes a deep breath, ignore the rat and she tries to till he starts talking more and she lets out a growl muttering how he needs to shut the heck up, it then gets to the point where she spins around and throws the small hammer at the rat and goes to try and grab him by the throat.It might be a good idea to run or get out of reach.   

Patch pales and screams barely sidesteping and just barely gets out of reach but it's likely she has a whisker or two.He climbs the closest tree hoping and praying this badger doesn't climb trees!   

Krisha was in a very rare bad news. "Get...Down...From...There" She was far from happy.   

Patch shakes his head and even goes higher "Nope, not coming down, sorry" Yes he was afriad of the badger right now, "I was just curious...no beast tells me anything."   

Krisha glares at the rat, "Fine stay up there you rude rat,I could care less!" She then storms off and goes on inside the abbey building.
   
Patch only relaxes when she is gone, he only climbs down when he knew she was not nearby and did a smart thing, he decided it was a great idea to get back to his tavern as soon as possible.Patch had made the mistake of running, he got grabbed by an otter as he struggled in the otters grasp he yells ." No let me down...I didn't do anything to make her all grumpy...she threw a hammer at me...a freaking glowing hammer!" It did miss him but still he deserved it.   

Benar comes down the stairs to see what all the noise is. Well more stalks, "What... is... going... on... in... here!" He all but shouts glaring at the otter, Patch and anyone else in the hall. "I am waiting..."
   
Patch almost pales again when the otter drops him, he gulps, " I..ummm...she.." The otter just shakes his head and lets the abbot handle it.   

Benar walks toward Patch, "I heard shouting, and I heard the word she... who threw a glowing hammer at you?"   

Patch stands and dusts off. " I only askes how one sleeps threw something like that." He adds " Least she didn't yank me from a tree after climbing, someone else did that"   

Benar walks up to Patch, leans down, "Someone sleeps through something like that when they have been poisoned that is how Patch... I suggest you use some of those brain cells of yours next time you see Krisha."
   
Patch backs up and bumps into a table " Your Badgermother needs talking to, she threw something at me, see I was also curious why she was at ya little forge..makeing hinges looked like, shes moody:   

Benar says, "Krisha just had her son kidnapped, as well as all the children under her care because someone drugged here. Her husband has ran off again to go get them back, so yes... she is Moody.. I suggest you leave Krisha alone"

Patch sits down and just nods,he then speaks " Soooo..am I allowed ta leave, and if ya need a badger found. I could find him."

Benar says, "No, Xander is with Matilda, he should be fine, she will keep him in order," He folds his arms and looks down at Patch, "But thank you for coming to see how Krisha is doing."
   
Patch seems confused, " Ummm...yeah..as fer the beasts that took..kids that's wrong, so wrong and I have heard nothing round the tavern...well on dibbun nappers, that Log..a..thing was looking for a couple of his shrews, took him one was at de inn..no clue where any other one was..then he left."
   
Benar nods his head and sighs, stepping back and taking the rat's arm, "Come have tea..." He says invitingly, "Thank you for coming to check on us, could you carry a message to your Chief for me?"
   
Patch blinks. Ok this is important " I can..." The rat wasn't always..rude, " Sorry...earlier...Abbot sir"   

Benar says, "It is ok... sorry for shouting, I've not been sleeping too well since it happened..." he parks Patch in a seat and sends a novice for tea, "Can you ask Blisa to come and visit me? I need to speak to her, Abbot to Chief formally."
   
Patch nods, "Also sleep is good ya know, ya got enough helpers ta sleep a whole day." He sits politely.   

Benar says, "I don't think I want anyone to feed me something to make me sleep... I will be fine," he shakes his head, "But I do need to speak to Blisa, it is very important"
   
Patch nods " I can tell her to come ASAP. But yeah sleep is..good, clears the mind, your likely not de only one having sleep issues"
   
Benar says, "Thank you Patch, it is quite important we speak as soon as we can"
   
Patch nods " course, hope de little ones are found and all get back safe"
   
Benar says, "So do I... I can only hope the Champion and those who have gone with her will be safe"
   
Patch says, "well...that umm martin helps right? And...well, well you can hope. Always gonna be a large fight with this sort of thing, maybe they  not expecting to be followed"
   
Benar says, "Yes.. Martin is with Matilda..." he frowns and looks up, "His attention is focussed on the champion... so I need to make some arrangements whilst she is away."
   
Patch asks, "arrangements?" He is too curious " They may get like...dream aid or wot ever that mouse does"

Benar says, "Well Patch," he stands up, "I should get back to work... but Martin will give us all the aid he can I am sure."

Patch nods "I shall...get Blisa ASASP" And the rat does so, he gets to Ferravale quickly and tells Blisa she needs to get to the abbey ASAP..Benar needs her, he gives a small summary of slavers and how they took dibbuns, and how Benar needs to get serious sleep.He then went to the tavern

WHO:

Gorvenalus- Recorder of Redwall

Oz- dibbun!!

Benar-Abbot of Redwall

Lacota- Friar of Redwall

Caleb- Visitor to the abbey

Xander- Leader of Mossflower Defenders

Bernadette -Abbey Sister and Healer-Spoofed by Benar

Ginney-Elder in Redwall,Sister and helps watch dibbuns-Spoofed by Krisha

Log:

   
Benar is standing by the fireplace reading a scroll and murmuring instructions to a group of novices who all break off once he has spoken to them. Furniture is being moved, the carpet rolled up, the tapestry unhooked by novices up ladders. It seems the Abbot has had enough and has ordered the Great Hall be spring cleaned and is brooking no more delays.
   
Gorvenalus enters from the library and heads into the room quietly.He had been doing some dusting in the library as some dust is still on his tunic robes.
   
Xander walks in, he looks tried as he has helped with some things and...there is one other issue as he sits down and is tending to his son right now.   

Oz is...moody, not full-on crying yet but very fussy.

Benar looks up as others start to wander in, "ah perfect, Xander... oh no you can stay there," He has noticed the baby, "Gorvenalus, can you help Novice Thomas with that step ladder," he points with his pen, "I want the tapestry down and outside whilst the sun is still out."   

As the Abbot and Xander speak, two brothers of the abbey, a vole and door-mouse, would slowly wander in. They are carrying something amongst their backs and once it's brought into the light... It's a field mouse. He seems to be a young adult, his clothes a bit tattered and carrying a rather heavy looking bag with a handmade sword. The vole looks panicked as he carries the mouse since the boy looks injured and is dribbling blood along the floor of the Great Hall. The vole speaks out towards them. "A... Abbot Benar! We found this boy outside the gates!"
   
Gorvenalus was speaking to the abbot, at first "It has been a while since its been dusted hasn't it Benar..."He frowns as he turns to the sound of voices, he nods to a nearby novice to get a healer and makes his way over himself for now.
   
That's around the time a squirrel pushes a younger squirrel out of the kitchen. "Out! I don't need you sampling all the food stores we have in the pantry. OUT WITH YOU!" The older squirrel huffs. "Benar, I found one of your cleaners helping himself to food from the larder..." But then the commotion from the main entrance interrupts him.   

Benar half turns toward Lacota, about to respond to him and then the fieldmouse is carried inside, "Oh heavens, George go and get whoever is on duty in the infirmary now," One of the novices bolts for the stairs and the abbot lifts his habit and hurries over, "Gorvenalus.... can you help, Lacota we'll need some fresh water, "Xander..." He stops and looks, "Sit there with the baby..."   

Xander starts to get up "I can...."And it would seem the baby dislikes the fact he stopped rocking and so he decides to rock him some more, he mutters a excuse me and slips off, baby in his arms before it gets louder in here.   

Gorvenalus would notice as the brother vole and door-mouse set down the young mouse that the boy is gripping his sword tight, with the other hand having what looked like a tuft of stout fur in a vice grip. It looks like he was attacked first and didn't instigate as there was a pretty nasty wound on his side and a bruise along the right side of his head, but other than some minor cuts he was fine and breathing. Just passed out. The door-mouse looks towards the others and speaks in a meek voice. "H-H-H-He seemed to have walked over here from around the Mossflower paths. Whoever attacked him definitely didn't follow... S-S-S-Seems he was able to fight back."
   
Gorvenalus kneels down to look the mouse over and does notice the sword "Someone will need to..carefully get the blade and place it in the gatehouse"   

Benar says, "We can worry about that later," the Abbot says as he looks down at the boy, "From the way he's holding it, it might be difficult to separate him right now... let's... get him up to the infirmary as soon as ah Sister Bernadette good," The young grey mouse healer kneels down next to the boy opposite Gorvenalus and starts to have a look at his wounds. "Yes, let me... staunch this, then we can get him upstairs."
   
Lacota nods wordlessly and then returns moments later with a pitcher of cold, clear water from the kitchen. "Here. Use this..." He turns to look at the young squirrel he was reprimanding before, and says, "Don't think I'm through with you, lad. We'll get back to your mistake here later..."
   
He doesn't so much stir as simply seem to tighten his grip along the sword's handle with a whimper coming from him. The handle itself is woven with what looks like hand made leather and the blade itself has just one word engraved into it: Lucian. As Sister Bernadette takes a look at him and starts to staunch the bigger wound, the boy slowly loosens his grip and the blade clatters to the floor with a clang along with the tuft of fur.   

The Abbot accepts the pitcher off Lacota and hands it to Bernadette who uses it to rinse out his wound then holds a compress of herbs and a wadge of bandage against it, "Ok Thomas, Laura, stretcher from the infirmary, bring it," The novices hurry off and Benar gently picks up the sword and the tuft of fur and frowns at them both, "Lucian... maybe it is the boy's name?"   

Gorvenalus nods as he helps till the healer takes over and then slowly stands,"Hopefully whomever did this is not around anymore"
   
Lacota inspects the sword in Benar's paws. "It looks very well made... It's been a long time since I've seen blade this fine. Wonder where he got it from..."   

The boy is carried off by the healers, just laying still and not moving too much. Seems he's out like a light for now. As for the blade, it is curved and looks to be pretty heavy but it has a rather sharp edge. Near the tip of the sword there's a bit of still wet blood and some more fur... seems Gorvenalus got his answer.   

Benar hefts the blade then takes one of the cleaning cloths off the table and uses it to clean the blade and then wraps it in another piece of cloth, "I... will go put this in the gatehouse myself.... hopefully the young one will be ok..."

Krisha is at the same time carrying a dibbun vole on her hip into the infirm "Well if you didn't try to grab the bee it would not have stung you" Beside her is Sister Ginnny "You should still not carry anyone around you know....sighs ...fine" She frowns as she sees an injured beast, the badger also looks over sitting the dibbun vole on a cot, the dibbuns paw is slightly swollen"bee bea meanie meanie bee" The vole sniffs out.   

Gorvenalus follows them with a nods "We can let him know once he has rested where his blade is"He nods to the badger "Greetings Mother Krisha"   

Lacota hmmms. "Well, this... Lucian. I reckon he was coming to pay us a visit? Most peculiar."   

Benar says, "Possibly, I mean they have missed the feast but it is not unusual for mossflower beasts to visit at this time of year..." h e frowns as he watches Benadette fussing over the mouse, binding and sewing his wound, the cloth with his sword in it tucked under one arm, "I am sure he'll be able to tell us soon."
   
Krisha nods a hello "What happen?" She also sighs at the old hedgehog "I am fine.." She smiles at the dibbun vole as she gently gets the bee stinger out and looks for something to sooth the sting area. "I decided to have the camp out near the other orchards Benar, less chance of the bees being bothered..then it is in the evening but still." A look from the hedgehog as the badger says "Xander moved the table, not me"   

Benar says, "We are not sure yet Krisha," he looks toward the young mouse, "He made it to the gate and then collapsed..." he shakes his head then sighs and pats the sword bundle, "But that sounds like a splendid idea Krisha, I'll maybe drop in early evening, say my hellos but I can't stay I have a council meeting about the summer crop planting rotation.""
   
As Benar and the others talk, Benadette would see that the young mouse starts to slowly stir. He's not moving so much to make a bother for when she's sewing his wound but his eyes start to open... violet. The young lad's eyes are a rather striking violet color. The field mouse starts to slowly flutter back towards awareness and tries to move away and sit up on the bed. Someone... might wanna stop him.   

Gorvenalus makes sure the mouse visator is comfortable and speaks "Could of been a robbery maybe? Have heard some times happens near the Black Gull place"   

Krisha frowns, a nod.The vole she is tending to seems excited for the camp out as the Badger Mother smiles "Go on with Sister Ginny, still have some time before the event"   

Lacota harrumps a bit. "I'm still against a camp out in the orchard, but eh... That's the last I'll say on the subject."   

Sister Bernadette holds the mouse down with one hand, "Easy young one, you are safe in Redwall Abbey, be still dear," Benar moves to the end of the bed and looks down at him as Gorvenalus and Bernadette make him comfortable. "Be at peace young one you are safe," he makes shhhing noises toward Lacota, "We discussed this Friar, there is no harm"   

Gorvenalus chuckles and lets the healer tend to the mouse as he speaks to Lacota "Why is that friar? I am sure it will be fine and the helpers will make sure they don't climb the trees or make too much of a mess and it's a lot safer, lot safer inside that say the woods.No danger in the abbey at all"   

Caleb starts to look around panicked and makes to grab something... although his hand doesn't reach it. It seemed he was going for his sword but looked towards his right to see where it was for it to not be there. He then looks towards the abbot and sees the wrapped package, reaching out only to be pushed back by Bernadette. The mouse simply whimpers and shakes his head, seeming nervous to have been caught. It looks like he doesn't understand where he is.   

Krisha walks over slowly as Sister Ginny takes off with the vole, she smiles at Lacota "You like the dibbuns and you know it and they love your cookies" She goes to stand beside Benar and offers Caleb a warm smile "Hello, Welcome to Redwall Abbey."   

Lacota raises a paw. "I just worry for the unripened fruit, Gorvenalus...." But then he is quickly cut off as the stranger awakes. "Looks like Lucian might not actually have any idea what this place is..."   

Bernadette frowns and places a paw on his shoulder, "You are safe dear, please be still so I can treat your wound, no one will harm you here."   

Caleb was whimpering and trying to think of what to do, his eyes scanning the room. However they widen as he sees Krisha and he just holds still so Bernadette can work on him. Surprisingly... there's not even a wince out of him. One of the things Bernadette can notice is that he's quite muscular for a mouse. The other thing is that it looks like he's trying to form words... but isn't saying anything. Instead, the mouse looks towards his bag and points, making a motion as if to write

Gorvenalus watches the young mouse and looks at the bag "Seems he wants something in the bag."
   
Benar asks, "Gorve, do you have some paper and ink with you?" He frowns and looks at Benadette who is snapping one of her fingers next to his ears and watching, "He... is deaf," she says as he doesn't seem to respond to her claw clicking at all.
   
Krisha smiles again and lets the others help the young mouse. She frowns at the news if it's true "Could he...maybe still have an idea of what we are saying? "She wonders "Or maybe it's like we write something  and he writes back"   

Lacota frowns. "Deaf, oh my. I, ah... I learned a paw language some seasons ago when I met a deaf otter once. I wonder if this lad might know it, too?"

Caleb actually does respond towards the snapping, looking at her with a slight annoyed face. Although he doesn't want to do anything with the badger standing over them. He just makes another motion of writing... and then holds up a finger. Once he knows everyone is paying attention, Caleb covers his mouth after mouthing words. He's mute.
   
Gorvenalus decides to get a writing pad and quill pen for the mouse as he lays them down by him and backs up a little now.
   
Bernadette blushes, "Ah... sorry I got that... entirely wrong...." she glances at the Abbot & the Badger Mother and hustles off to get more bandages. "I do apologize young man," he eyes the crowd, "Would you like me to clear everyone out?"   

Krisha hmms"He may be able to hear us, after all, it seems"She does back off some as she does know of the creatures here she is, well one of the largest being a badger."I should get back to the dibbuns, I will see you later Benar"She smiles and exits.   

Lacota hrmms. "Perhaps his name isn't Lucian after all..."   

Caleb looks towards the pad and quill and nods some in thanks towards Gorvenalus. He takes up the quill and pad and starts to write something down before showing it towards them all. It says, "I am mute, I'm sorry. What is this place that I am at? And no... Lucian is my father's name. I am Caleb."
   
Benar says, "Welcome Caleb," Benar bows his head, "You are in Redwall Abbey, a safe haven for all who wish to live in peace and harmony with each other."

Gorvenalus nods as he speaks "I am Brother Gorvenalus Recorder here and this is Abbot Benar and Friar Lacota" He points to each as he gives a name."You seen our Badger Mother earlier"

Lacota huhs, rubbing his chin. "How odd... My son-in-law is named Caleb... What an awfully small world." He adjusts his crystal spectacles, and studies the mouse's face. "But no... You bear no resemblance to him."

Caleb just seems to raise an eyebrow at the abbey name but simply nods. He writes something down again and shows it towards the others. "I have never heard of this place. I am pretty far from home, as one might say... I was coming to this land in search of a mountain. Something containing a Long Patrol. I wanted to receive training. When may I receive my sword back? It's important to me."
   
Lacota makes a face. "Oh dear, Salamandastron... I'm afraid you're pretty far off the mark, Lad..."   

Benar says, "The mountain is still... a long way to the west my son," He touches the bundle with the sword in it, "As for your sword, I am afraid we have a rule that no weapon may be brought past the gatehouse except in time of need, your sword will be stored in the Gatekeepers cottage"   

Caleb seems to look a bit worried as Benar says this but his face comes back to a more neutral expression. He takes a moment to think on something before finishing writing, showing it towards Lacota and Benar. "All I ask is that you be careful with that sword... my father is not here anymore. The sword was given to me to handle and take care of. But I will respect your wishes, Abbot Benar. What of the ones who attacked me? I can remember a stout, rat... I think a vole was with them."   

Benar glances at Gorvenalus then back, "I am afraid we do not know, you made it to the gates and then collapsed," he hefts the bundle, "I will respect this, I shall place it in the gatehouse myself and make sure the Gatekeeper lets no one else touch it."

Gorvenalus shrugs.

Lacota nods. "We have not heard what became of the beasts that attacked you, I'm afraid..."   

Caleb just nods solemly and only shakes his head. It seems that even if he's a warrior, he doesn't like to kill.
   
Benar shifts the bundle, "I will take this down to the gatehouse now, please do rest and get well Caleb we can talk more soon," he bows his head and heads for the gatehouse.

Gorvenalus has everyone leave so the young mouse can rest then he goes to the library.

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The sword Caleb had, he said looked like this link.

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Who:

Zolomon Archer,Runner,Corporal in the LP

Terrence- Sargeant, Fighter in the LP

Gregorian- Lt. , Fighter,Blacksmith in LP

Felicity- Sargent. Runner in LP

Cole- private and Fighter in LP

Slaw- Private and Healer in LP

Garf- Spy and evil Monitor

Rioko- Fox

LOG

Zolomon had come to the tavern. He was with Privates Cole and Slaw as he sipped some ale while the other two hares are jokeing around. Jugging mugs and grin.The corporal sighs and then hears a voice that had a hiss to it 'whatss this...the one eared hare."   

Gregorian had business in Halyard and despite being horribly delayed with other work for the patrol he'd finally made it out to deal with it. That done though he couldn't very well leave without stopping by the tavern first and he enters the building, heading straight for the bar with just a quick glance around and a nod to the hares.   

Felicity has business in Halyard, too, namely to find her informant, Rioko the vixen. The haremaid enters the tavern, dressed in her civvies for a change, and waves to Zolomon as she makes her way over to him. "Oh, 'llo, thah. Didn't know y'were 'ere, too."
   
Zolomon would pay attention to the haremaid but then there is the monitor, he frowns at the lizard and siddenly throws his ale in the monitors face and ducks when the monitor slaps out with his claws and hisses. Private Cole decides to be brave and bounces a muffin off the lizard's head.It hisses " Ya DARE attack Garf..." Cole chuckles " Garf...sounds like barf oh furless one"   

Gregorian gets his drink nice and swiftly, turns and then...Zolomon's picking a fight with a monitor lizard again...And what Cole considers brave Greg considers really, really stupid. He mentally sighs, takes a swig from his drink in case he has to lose it to a fight and he quickly heads for the group "Privates! Back off now! Lets calm this down, no need tah escalate!" he doesn't have much hope in that working.   

Felicity had not registered the monitor, not really. The Zolomon chucks his drink and Cole wastes (absolutely wastes!) his perfectly good muffin. "Oh, f'r th'love..." She joins Greg, paw on sword hilt. "Aye, y' 'eard 'im! Ev'rybeast back it up!"   

The privates Cole and Slaw turn to look at the officers as the monior goes to try and gran Cole, Cole screams and dives under a table, Zolomon goes to stab the lizard's tail and gets grabed by the throat and throw into a group of weasels who take one look at the monitor and leave quickly as the corporal groans and stands up, "ouch..ya slime" THe lizard hisses and walks up towards him"
Enough..of thiszz...I tire of hares"   

Of course today Terrence had come to Halyard again, leaving a poor lance-corporal in charge back at the mountain while he goes searching for LITERALLY ANYONE in who is in charge, as he's not in the mood to deal with the entire LP's privates and recruits single pawed. Disgruntled and worse for ware after the long walk here, Terrence lets out a beleaguered sigh as the noises from the tavern drift to him. "Not again, blast it." The sergeant mutters, pushing the door open with the paw not gripping his saber hilt. As he takes in the scene n front of him, he glares daggers at Zolomon and the monitor, stepping forward. "Now, come on, monitor, a fight isn't worth it."   

Felicity draws her sword as the monitor literally does the opposite of back off. "Oi, you, scaleybonce! Cease an' desist immediately an' us 'ares'll leave y'be shortly." She tries to get between the monitor and Zolomon, ready to stab, duck, or jump as the situation requires. Having faced quite a few monitors in the past, she doesn't seem to flustered at the prospect of facing another one.   

The monitor chuckles at the hare maid " Oh...another..." He then sees Terencnce " My my the other longed wared snack is here for lunch, how nice to see you again." Zolomon slolw,stands up behind the lizard.   

Gregorian rests his paw on one of his hammers but he's still got a drink in the other paw and trying to act casual and like a giant lizard isn't talking about making them lunch "Now, now, yah out numbahed ad yah start fightin' us yah'll find even more hares aftah yah. See some sense and just go back tah yah drinkin'"   

"I'm quite well, monito'h," Terrence says rather pleasantly considering the insult, "Cole, Zolomon, and...Saw, was it?" The sergeant couldn't quite put the the right name to the hare's face... "And I can't ordah you Felicity, but the rest of you stand down!" Terrence, keeping a paw on his saber his but not drawing yet, tries to step in between Felicity (who already stepped in between the other hares) and the lizard, with little room to spare. "Look, monito'h, my good fellow, what seems to be the issue? I'll pay back whateveh damage was done. And none of us want a fight." At least he doesn't want a fight. "Right?" He hisses back at the hares around him. "Remembeh that we've already got a tenuous relationship with this place already without you lot brawling in thei'h taverns. So don't, /please/."   

It is at this moment, when all heck is about to break lose, that fate decides to fickle one fluffy grey fox. The front door opens and a very plump grey fox steps inside. She is dressed in a yellow vest and sash with silver jewelery on her paws, ankles, ears and tail. Laughing at the joke of some unseen beast just beyond the door, the fox comes to a stop as she see the monitor and hares and other beasts ready to have a throw down right infront of her.   

With a small 'meep', Rioko takes a tenetive step back for the door, deciding to 'nope' her way out of this situation before she becomes involved.   

Felicity sheathes her sword, but keeps a paw on the hilt, just in case. "Aye, we don't want a fight--" she goes to kick Zolomon in the shin to get him to agree, since he threw the first thing--"s'please, everybeast....let's just chill a little, okay?" She spots her informant -- oh, good, there she is! -- and gives the vixen a LOOK that clearly communicates that she is required to stay in the tavern. No getting out of this! Although she's allowed to hide and not get involved in the fight itself. I mean, the Sergeant has plenty of hares to help her right now. Her cowardly friend doesn't need to get involved...THIS time.   

Zolomon mutters and the montor chuckles at he looks at the hares " Your lucky, so strong a group is together...alone not so great hnmms." He smirks at Terrence " Ya see..I dont..back off to easyly..snackpack." He shows his fangs and goes to get in Terrence face. The monitor breath is..horrible.

Gregorian doesn't like the lizard being that close to any hare and Terence also can't tell him what to do either. He steps forwards, going to stand beside the monitor "Yah've been offahed tah have wotevah yah problem is fixed, step away now and I'll throw in a drink. Yah'd do good tah let this one go and go tah the bar" despite his attempts at diplomacy his tone does come out as a low grumble.   

Terrence doesn't back down, meeting the monitor's eyes with his own with an ever so slight hint of disgust at the smell. All sense of friendliness on his face is gone, though the sergeant does briefly glance at Greg as he nears, though he quickly turns his attention back and whispers, "If you won't take up the othah fo'h peace, then go fo'h it. Go ahead and kill me if you will, but don't think you won't be the next one to die." Gesturing to the other hares in the room he adds, more loudly, "You wouldn't last five minutes afteh the fight breaks out, unless you're a coward and run fo'h it. Which I don't think is the case, no? You don't seem like the running type. And I don't think you want to die today, right?" Stepping back he points to the bar, forcing a polite smile. "I'll buy you another drink after the good lieutenant's, and that's a promise."   

Oh, Rioko is so totally out of here. Upon spotting Felicity, she smiles like a dibbun caught stealing from the cookie jar. She shakes her head, and begins to back track to the door.   

Felicity is livid! Her informant is blatantly trying to irritate her, and she legit can't do anything about it because she's stuck confronting the monitor! The Sergeant looks fit to bolt after her, anyway. She actually starts to slide away, seeming to get out of the lizard's way so he can go to the bar (and out of Terrence's way 'cause he was practically standing on her). But in reality she's about to head after the vixen should the monitor decide to be smart and back down. She stays silent, allowing other people offer to get the lizard drunk. She has other things to spend her money on.   

Zolomon sits down as the monitor grins at Terrence and backs up" Guess hare is off the menu....today,sides I have better things to do" Oh but he wants to kill the hare so much.But he goes to sit at the bar but he walks slowly.
   
Gregorian is all ready for an inevitable fight and doesn't even consider disagreeing with Terrence when he goads the lizard to start something. He is deeply surprised when the monitor heads for the bar instead "Huh" he mutters in surprise and a hint of disappointment. He suddenly looks grumpy "Hm. Now I've got tah actually waste coin on the blightah" he mutters angrily but quietly enough it's probably only Terrence who can hear it. He waves at the barkeep "Hey" he points at the lizard "Put a drink on my tab"   

Terrence takes a few coins out from his pocket, holding them out to Greg. "Here. This should coveh both drinks, I think." Visibly relaxing now that fight isn't imminent, the sergeant look around the room for the first time. "So care to tell me why most of ou'h patrol officehs are all here and not back at the mountain? I realize I'm not there either, but I've been looking fo'h all you."   

The fox watches the monitor back down and visably sighs with relief. No fox-snacks for lizards today. No, instead she has to deal with hares. "That's a good question!" She barks to the patrol, "What's the matter? Yall got no watering hole back in that fancy volcano of yours that you have to come to town make'n trouble for those of us with out cotton tails?" She sends a nod of her head to Lissie, and then nods to the door. "It's not like we don't have enough 'trouble' in our lives as it is!"   

Felicity isn't dumb. Not by a long shot. She totally gets the message, but instead of showing it, she just turns to the other hares. "'Ere, since you lot've used up y'coins t'deal wi' Mistah Monitah 'ere, I'll go deal wi' tha' one. Try t'keep 'er from spreadin' ill 'bout us 'round town, wot!" The Sergeant heads to the vixen and goes to lay a paw on her arm and lead her out the door. "I say, ma'am, y'got us all wrong! Let's talk this ovah..." She will let the door shut behind her.   

The monitor looks at the fox, then the hares as he smirks, he looks at the bar tender "Your best drink...the long ears are paying for it."   

Gregorian takes the coins because never refusing free money is practically a rule. He looks sharply at the fox as she sounds like she might be more trouble but Felicity has that in hand so he looks back to Terrence "I'm out on business" he doesn't elaborate further "Wot was it yah needed?" he asks as he looks to Zolomon at the two privates "Wot are yah lot doin' startin' fights?"   

"I just need anothe'h paw back at the mountain." Terrence says, handing Greg some more coins that for sure will cover the monitor's drinks. "There's too many of them to deal with on my own as I was acting both sergeant corporal before lunch. Surprising how few of them are confident in taking charge..." With a sigh the sergeant heads for the door, muttering, "I was also a bit worried as I didn't hea'h were you all went to, so there's that." Just before leaving, he nods to Greg and Zolomon. "Anyway, when you're free here I could use help back at the mountain- o'h send Zolomon along. 'Bout time he acts as a corporal again. Good day." With that, Terrence exits.   

Felicity is gone a while, talking to the vixen, getting information about this monitor being a trouble maker (although the full extent is unclear), as well as some pirates, corsairs, and searats that have shown up in the area. After a little bit longer, Lissie buys the vixen some cake because it seems like a good idea. After they part ways, the Sergeant reenters the tavern, noting Terrence's absence. "Where'd 'e go?"   

The monitor over hears the haremaid and chuckles, he is leaving them alone still but..." My stomach I wise..." He smirks. Zolomon glares at the monitor and looks ready to punch the monitor but instead goes to a far table. Cole and Slaw smirk and have made up a song " thar was a furless brute..his name was Gafh...he.   
Smells like barf...he does, he does...furless one, furless..." And the monitor looks ready to...pouce again.   

Gregorian hms to Terrence's words as they do seem to have a bit of poor planning where the entire management of the unit has stepped out at once "Hmm. We'll be back shortly" he'd like to at least finish his drink and make sure no one gets attacked first. He lets Terence leave and for a moment he can at least quietly drink until Felicity comes back, Zolomon starts looking punchy and the twins start singing. He slams is drink down on the table in front of Cole and Slaw and looks furious as he tries to grab one ear from both of their heads and twist them "Yah say anothah word and I'll twist yah ears clear off like yah mothah should have done the moment yah started smart talkin'" he hisses at the pair with quiet anger "Yah two have a damned death wish and I'm not gettin' killed for it so shut it"   

Felicity glares at the monitor, but wisely says nothing to him. Instead, she, too, approaches the twins, taking a different approach from the Leiutenant. "I want t'congratulate ya 2 f'r earnin' a double set o' extra reps o' exercises f'r th'next week, on top o' whot y'll already be doin'. Y'lucky blightahs!" Her voice is cheery, but from the look she's giving them, they should get the message from her, as well, to shut their cake holes. She glances at Zolomon and gestures at the terrible twins. "Whot'd y'bring them wi' y'foh?"
   
Zolomon shrugs, " Can't travel alone..." Cole and Slaw both yoel in pain at one ear each is grabed " Hey....letta go. " .." Ya old pest"..Zolomon coughs on his ale and looks up at the twins, nope he is not helping them . " wot.." they both say to Felicity. " Yeah...go powder ya nose"..Zolomon eyes widen and just sips his ale, the 2 privates are so doomed. Even the monitor is shocked.   

"Triple reps" Greg grumbles out the words angrily. They called him old, they deserve everything they get "And kitchen duty. Yah want tah add anythin' more?" he asks the twins but doesn't actually intend to give them a chance to answer, particularly with how they're speaking to two superior officers. Instead he immediately aims to guide them both by their ears to the wall and force them to face it "Yah stand there and look at the wall until we're leavin'. Yah goin' tah act like children I'll treat yah like it"   

"An' latrine duty!" Felicity adds. "All foh th'next 3 weeks 'stead o' just 2, y'lucky duckies, wot!" She crosses her arms, scowling. "'Go powdah y'nose.' Who d'they think I am, some kind o' hoity-toity debutante?" She watches Greg put them in time-out, smiling grimly with satisfaction.   

Zolomon looks over as the two stare at the wall, pout at the wall and mutter to each other " Ya fault ".."
No..yours!!!"..This is repeated as they then start a fist fight and roll around as the monitor just chackles with laughter " Ohhh the long patrol is funny"...More fighting...oh look one bites the others ears and then "STOP YOU TWO NOW BEFORE I ADD SOMETHING!!!" Cole and Slaw stop and stare at the corporal and a look...whoa whats that an officer look. They quickly stand and stare at the wall, zOlomon snorts and then sits down, finishs the ale.   

"Shut it!" Greg snaps at the twins and tries to pull them apart and get them back to the wall "Yah do as yah ordered or it won't just be chores yah gettin'!" he also pauses to look at Zolomon when the corporal snaps but as the twins finally do as they're told he huffs, stands up straight and brushes down his tunic "One more peep out of eithah of yah and I'm havin' yah split up and put in separate units" he grumbles and he doesn't even care about the ear bite! They can bleed and they'll deserve it.   
Felicity waits until things have quited down, then goes over to the twins and whispers, "Did y' 'ear th'monitah o'er thah? Every vermin in this tavern is seein' you, an' th'Patrol is losin' whot little respect we 'ad. If we get more attacks aftah this, I'm 'oldin' y'/personally/ responsible, 'specially if anybeasts die 'cause o' it." She then sits down, rests her forehead on the table, and tries not to groan.   

The twins just remain slient snd study the wall cracks. Zolomon just sits quietly for now.   

Gregorian takes a deep breath and finally steps away from the twins as they stay quiet. He grabs his drink again at last and flops down, joining the others to sit at the table while he tries to ignore the monitor lizard. He stays silent for a long time but finally mutters "Why the hell do I keep comin' tah this place?"   

The monitor chuckles and grins at the hares, " Ya long ears sure make a day intresting ha ha ha ha...and ta think I wanted hare fer dinner." He walks out finally.   

Zolomon looks at the lizard and waits till he leaves " I..hate that monitor "   

Felicity starts twitching. "...I would like to turn 'im int' a raincoat," she informs them matter-of-factly. She actually has a raincoat for herself and a raincoat and rain hat for her little sister made out of monitor hide. But very few of her fellow hares know this, so her bloodthirstyness might come as a slight shock. She finally orders the salad and fish she always gets here, along with some tea. The cook will know who ordered.   

Now here's a place that Dominik hadn't visited for quite a long time. More than likely the last time he was here was around the time when he'd been poisoned by the strange, spooky foxes and had been a hair's breadth away from death. It was not a memory he generally cherished, and so he'd stayed away for the most part. And also due to the fact that fights seemed to start rather easily there, and fights are the last thing he needs to get involved in at this point in time. The door creaks open, and in ducks the giant hare, dressed in a casual outfit instead of his uniform. He'd gotten the okay to leave the mountain, and so he figured he might grab a drink or two and spend some time ruminating over things in the tavern. His arrival certainly gets a lot of looks and stares, but he generally ignores them; he'd gotten quite used to such things ever since he was younger. Making his way over towards the bar, he orders a couple of ales, before he flumps himself down on a barstool. The barstool doesn't appreciate   
this, and gives a little creak as he settles his weight there.
   
Gregorian's jaw tenses as the monitor speaks to them but he doesn't look because he doesn't want to glare at the lizard so he just lets them go before gesturing at Zolomon "Don't yah forget yah part in gettin' him riled up" Felicity he gives a look for the rain coat suggestion but he's a practical hare. Rather than being shocked he just looks like he finds it an odd idea...then he pauses, actually thinking it through before there's a quiet "Hm. I guess that would work" Greg savours the few seconds of actual peace before the door creaks open and he fully expects a giant horde to pile in and ruin it but it's just Dom. Greg offers a vague salute but as the big hare is headed for the bar and Greg is mentally exhausted already and can't be bothered to get up from the table yet that's all he does.   
Felicity's food comes, and after paying, the Sergeant digs in like she hasn't seen food in 3 days. (Hares, y'know.) She waves to Dominik as he enters, but for now just focuses on her meal, enjoying the relative peace and quiet of the moment.   

Zolomon has been quiet a while and nods to Greg finally " Yes sur..I did...throw ale in his face, wot do ya need me ta do..sur?'   

Dominik receives his two ales, and both are polished off pretty quickly. He pushes them towards the bartender so they can be refilled, and he settles himself there on the stool as he pauses to take a look around the room. Spotting fellow patrol members in various places in the tavern, the buck smiles and lifts a paw in a wave, but sees they all seem to be occupied with things, and so he turns his attention back to the bartop, where he is scratching at it distractedly with a coin.   

Gregorian rubs his forehead, shakes his head at Zolomon and sighs "Just stop pickin' fights with beasts who could fit yah whole head in their paw" he finishes his drink quickly, gets up and heads for the door "I'm headed home. Don't stop out too late and make sure those two" he points at the twins "Get home and start doin' chores" a vague nod to the others and he's off.   

Felicity has eaten her food with alacrity -- almost-fights really bring out your appatite sometimes! Now she waves at Greg as he leaves. "Don't worry, we will," she informs him about the terrible twins who are literally stuck in time out right now. She then stands and heads over to Dominik. Leaning on the bar, she gazes searchingly into his face. "You okay?"   

Zolomon stands up and slips,off as well.Been a long night   
Dominik happens to glance up when he senses someone approaching, and he jumps a little in surprise when he sees Felicity standing right there. "Oh! Oh, er, hello, Felicity." He smiles a little, his paw still scratching at the bartop with a coin. He glances down at the scratchmarks he's making, before his gaze lifts again as he peers down at the doe. "Er, yes. Am fine. Just...have lot on mind, is all. And is still feeling bad about how treated Felicity over last couple of weeks..." He sighs. "Cannot apologize enough. The more Dom thinks about, the worse Dom feels."   
Felicity frowns slightly, pretty sure he's lying about being fine. She gestures at her now-empty table. "Come sit o'er 'ere. Won't take no foh an ansah." She walks over there, glancing over her shoulder at him, obviously expecting him to do exactly as she says. Sitting down, she pushes Greg's former chair out and gestures for Dom to sit in it. "I've f'given you, Dom. That' whot friends do. I know y'can't stop feelin' bad 'bout it, but may'ap y'c'n not beat y'self up anymoh?"   

Dominik hesitates for a moment as Felicity tells him to join her at her table. He eyes the chair there that Greg had been sitting in, for a moment. Sliding off his stool, he picks it up and carries it over, nudging the chair out of the way and setting the stool in its place. "No," he chuckles. "Vould break chair. Vil use stool, instead, is leetle more sturdies." He seats himself on said stool, which gives another creak but generally holds up. At Felicity's words, he gives another heavy sigh, his shoulders drooping a bit. "Put Felicity through unnecessary situation, wasted much times. Yes, is understanding is vat friends is for, but...must remember, Dom is not used to these things." He glances back up at Felicity and smiles uneasily. "Still is much for Dom to learn about many things. Is taking much times."   

Felicity shrugs when he kidnaps the stool to sit on, instead. He's the woodworker, not her. He would know what could handle his weight. She looks at the table as he talks, kicking the leg. "Aye, y'did. There's no denyin' it. But y'turnin' 'roung an' triyn' t'do bettah. There's not much else I could reasonably ask foh, wot!!" She picks up her tea and sips it. "I think we're all learnin' friendship an' stuff at some level. I guess we just need moh patience f'r ourselves an' othahs."   

Dominik gives a nod to the bartender as his two ales are brought over to the table, and he tries not finishing these ones nearly as quickly. "Felicity also must understand vhy Dom vas so upset, at first..." He pauses, glancing down at his mug as he swirls it around a little. "Ven Dom left home to come to mountain, it vas for one reason only...to get enough training to one day head out to search for vermin. Ven found out vermin were already gone, it made Dom wonder if he has any reason to still exist, since whole reason for being here vas taken avay. But...Dom also realize that ven vermin were taken out by others, it also meant that many other lives vere saved by these actions. So, is good thing." He takes a sip from his mug. "Dom vas being selfish, admits. But only knew one vay, for longest time. Only had self to deal vith, so alvays but self first before others."   

Felicity listens to try and understand. It's something she needs practice on, herself. When he's finished, she thinks for a few minutes before replying. "I guess I'm sort o' th'same way. M'world kinda revolves 'round m'sistah, an' 'tis 'ard t'think o' 'ow anybeast else could not be worryin' 'bout their families...an' not be tryin' t'get back 'ome in one peice t'take care o' said fam'ly."   

Dominik nods. "Am sure Felicity can understand, but....ven vun's family is completely gone, and vun has nothink to go back to, it...changes vun's mindset, quite a bit. It vas before I met some of you here, of course, and so Dom vas only caring about Dom, since Dom vas only vun of family left. For longest time, vanted to join them, verever they vent." He shrugs. "Had nothink, at time, but clothes on back, and sword. Now, has much more than that." He smiles. "Has Lissie, has leverets. Seems to be more than enough for Dom, now.."
   
Felicity listens, thinks, and tries to understand again. There's a pause in the conversation as she tries to imagine herself in his position. "....aye, I c'n see whot y'mean. I imagine 'twould break a beast, y'know? 'Course y'know..." She smiles up at him a little. "Y'do 'ave much more'n tha'. I think y'll see y' 'ave more friends'n just me an' th'leverets if y'pause t'look fof 'em." She pauses, then adds, "Wait, y' 'ave a sword? I thought y'just smashed y'enemies wi' y'fists....an' chairs...."

Dominik chuckles, and gives a little shrug. "Perhaps. Dom understand that he hasn't been treating recruits very well, more than likely has few friends there..." He finishes off his ale, and starts on the second one. As Felicity mentions his sword, the large buck grins and nods to her. "Yes. Is surprised hasn't seen, yet, used to carry on back all the time. Left at home ven vent out to swamps, and...hasn't picked up again, since." He smiles. "Is good sword, vil have to show soon. Can go through vermin a lot faster vith sword than vith fists..."   

Felicity stands. "'Ow 'bout y'show me now? No time like th'present, an' Greg ordahed us back afore it got too dahk. Should prob'ly 'ead back now." She finishes her tea, and when he's done with his ale, she'll lead the way back home, directing the conversation to different forms of bladed weapons.   

Dominik gives a nod in agreement, apparently finding this plan perfectly adequate. "Yes, is good idea. Ve can go back now." The buck grins. "Dom has good day, not start fight in tavern..." He chuckles, finishing off his own ale before he slips off the stool and begins to head in the direction of the door. The topic of conversation is right up Dom's alley, and so he has a grin on his muzzle the entire way home.   

Its later Private Cole and Private Slaw are escorted  home, and they would be very busy with chores.

The island, or maybe it was a cove.Did it matter? The area was fog covered and well hidden most of the time. It wasn't too far out to sea really maybe a simple week of traveling, if one didnt get lost. North and slightly west, to some it seemed a simple small nothing island with black sand and rocks, some old long forgotten, most passed this place.

That's what he wanted, this was his land, part of the sea cut it off from the rest of the land many , many seasons ago when some great "Earth Shake" they called it  caused this bit of land, with caves deep caves that were dry, yet ine was under water.
Under the sea. A Seal tribe...lived there.

That was till Gorax came....

He had taken over, the past 15 seasons he used it as a place for slaves, some long sold and some died and those that lived...it was basically a living death.

"Work faster slaves." Gorax came walking out, a large wolverin  and seasoned fighter.

Otters, squirrels, and a couple hares shakes in  fear. In another area he had hamsters and mice.

" I need more slaves..."

A monitor nods " A vixen was sent out,  young ones is what she will bring you master, as you know young ones can be more easyly trained to obey, and once older will make excellent workers for you. I also got..."

Being dragged closer was one very angry adolescent  beaver, " Gonna rip ya eyes out and make ya shallow  em..then ya can see me kick ya....."

Gorax grins and chuckles " Really now?" He smirks as he watches the beaver draged off, he looks at the lizard " Followed?"

The monitor shakes his head " No my master, I have been doing this the past 5 seasons, a dock not far from Halyard. That stupid stripe dog and his long ears know nothing that's been going on, the fools"

Gorax hisses " You best hope that vixen doesnt  mess up." He smiles  "Or I may just be getting some new talk boots soon...now leave my site and keep low till that vixen gets back to the western shores and she best have me some fresh young slaves."

The lizard bows and quickly heads to his small boat. Big enough for maybe 2 beasts and goes to get to the shore. He knew the way back and under a good. Breeze made it to shore in 5 days instead of the normal 6 and a half and went on down shore till he got to Halyard and then went about his normal trouble maker ways, know as a trouble maker but he had yet to be IDed ad a slaver.

Who:

Patch-Tavern owner and spy

Texo- Architect

Markalaway- Undertaker in Ferravale

LOG:

Patch was taking a walk, some fresh air as he decided to be curious, lot of rats and couple moles at where the mill use to be.It was the rat's job after all to know,what goes on, so he was doing his job.

Texo nodded to the couple moles as they set up a sort of base, helped him check over safety and then headed off letting some rats be the main working beasts on the basement and the frame,outline of the soon to be mill, this one would be a little bigger and have a couple tall solas for grains.

Patch tiles his head "So..wot be happenin' then Texo?"

"I think it's called building " Said a rough voice, it was Markalaway " Looks to be safe...you want safe so no death happens."

Texo just sort of moves to the side " Well yes of course and it will be the future mill, this one bigger and more storage and we can reuse the water wheel, it will be done before Summer with the help I have gotten together"

Patch tenses up and glares at Markalaway " Ya almost gabr me a heart attack...wHt tis WRONG with ya"

Markalaway just hmmmphs the at Patch and is once more just standing quietly, being creepy.

Texo looks  between them" Well anyways, it will be good and more grain means more trade with grain and some grains can make.....ales."

Patch grins " Well then let's hope this mill,is the best. I know hops is used but we have that staying in good supply at the brewery in de village."

Markalaway decides to head on home for the night and so walks off.

Texo seems glad he is gone,the rat to him is creepy " Yes that is true. All is going well so far and maybe we can get some newer shops in soon as well."

Patch nods" Suppose..we have a blacksmith shop...not sure who....is there right now, bakeary be nice"

Texo smiles " A sweets shop or...well..a tea shop, yea tea shop."

Patch blinks "TeA...shop?"

Texo shrugs " Why not, even vermin can relax with a nice cup of tea"

Patch just shakes his head" Night Texo...gonna get home. " He snorts "Tea shop..
What's next?"

Who:

Zolomon- Runner, Archer. Corporal in LP

Felicity- Runner and Sargent in the LP

Gregorian- Master Blacksmith,Fighter, and Lt. In the LP

LOG:

The room is looking fairly busy as classes finish and hares get off duty. Greg has claimed his seat by the fire some time ago and has his usual drink and paperwork as he quietly works.   

Zolomon slips in and goes to sit down, he gets a strong ale and nods his thanks as he starts to drink it.
   
Felicity has been having a terrible week since her fight with Dominik, and as such the privates and recruits she has been training have also been having a terrible week. extra drills, extra chores, extra exercise reps. no extra food (although some of them have been taking extra baths). now the sergeant comes into rec room and orders a hard drink and, after receiving it, heads over to the fire, site on the hearth, and takes a sip...only to gag. not accustomed to drinking alcohol, the runner is now struggling to breath. fun times!   

With the busy the room Greg doesn't see Zolomon come in yet. He only glances up from his work long enough to see Felicity as she's claiming a seat near the fire too. He snots when she has trouble with her drink "Done torturin' the recruits for anothah day?"   

Zolomon sips his own drink and stares out the empty glass and gets another strong ale,he salutes Greg and clears his throat " Just letting you know I..did start to quit the Patrol...then got talked out of it" He then sits back down near by .
   
Felicity gives greg a LOOK and mutters something unintelligible as she tries the drink again. gagging, she curses. "'ow d'y'drink this bloody stuff?" a recruit who is not under her training (healers are getting off lucky right now) offers to take it from her and finish it off himself. the sergeant hands it over, miserable. "some patrollah iI am. can't even 'andle blasted alcohol..." she glances at zolomon, ready to direct attention away from herself. "good. glad y'didn't quit. we need ya 'ere, wot!" she sounds a bit half-hearted, and nowhere near her normal cheerful self.   

Gregorian almost offers to take the drink off her paws himself but he's beaten to it so he just answers the question "Practice and desperation. If yah not used tah drinkin' yah startin' on the wrong kind of drink. Try mead, cider or somethin'" his ear twitches and he looks around as Zolomon makes himself know "Hmm? Oh! Good. Good tah hear. I didn't want tah loose a good hare. Come, sit...how are yah doin' now?"
   
Zolomon sits " I am...ok suppose..back on duty in couple days"   

Felicity nods and stands, but the healer recruit has gotten her some mead already as an exchange for the harder stuff she had gotten before. hiding her suspicions of possible flirting, the sergeant sits and sips her new drink, finding that it's way better than the hard stuff. she sits quietly, blocking out the sound of the conversation as she broods (AGAIN...or is it still?) over her fight with dom. her expression is very cloudy and upset.   

Gregorian hmms "Well, sit and drink for a while and we'll see how yah feelin' before yah back tah normal duty" he gives the attentive recruit a suspicious eye himself before looking back at Felicity "Somethin' wrong?" she does seem to be quiet and looking unhappy.   

Zolomon gets a 3nd hard drink and snorts. " Wot ever    "

Felicity shrugs. "whotevah gave y'tha' idea?" she sips the mead, trying to decide if she actually likes it or not. "i just made dom upset an' i don't know whot t'do 'bout it." the fact that greg is having to ask is a good indicator that no one has told him about it yet.   

Gregorian sighs heavily as he gets attitude from Zolomon and he rubs his head but he's just not in the mood for that so he says nothing because he doesn't want to go and make things worse by getting angry. He shakes his head and looks back at Felicity and there's another sigh as she seems to be denying it at first and a second, smaller sigh for the reason "Make up with him?...Just throwin' it out as an option"   

Zolomon frowns, ok he is a little drunk now and about to get more drunk " SO....sur...mamda...I should do a report...bout de halyard tavern and the lizard...ha the lizard..dum he was...he wanted to eat me and Terrence" ANd he has a 4th ale.   

Felicity has finished her drink and gets another one, paying for it herself. Once back at her seat, she shakes her head miserably. "I TRIED tha'. i had mentioned th'name o' the ship the searat's whot 'ad killed m'parents an' brothah 'ad been on, an' turns out they were the searats 'e was 'untin' down f'r the same reason. I tried t'apologize foh upsettin' 'im, then 'e was sayin' 'is life is pointless an' 'e shouldn't exist, an' i tried t'get 'im t'undahstand tha' that's not true, an' we got in a fight, an' i don't know whose fault 'tis, an'..." and she's *this* close to tears.   

Gregorian can tell Zolomon's drunk. Greg's spent many a day by the bar. He bites his first thoughts down and instead gives the corporal a cheery smile "Yah know wot, that's an excellent ideah. Here, here's some papah tah get tah started" he takes a bit of blank paper and a bit of charcoal from his pile of work and puts it in front of Zolomon, hoping figuring out how to write might keep him busy for a while. His smile instantly disappears the moment he starts to look away again. He takes a deep breath as Felicity starts to explain and he has to force himself to focus as he's already grouchy so caring that normally comes naturally requires effort. Turns out it's actually interesting anyway and he looks faintly surprised by the coincidence "Huh...Well. Revenge does things tah a beast...He needs anothah way tah make his peace with it...Save a beast for every one he lost maybe. Somethin' positive"   

Zolomon looks at the paper and charcole and shurgs and appears to be writing as he downs that 4th ale...he then lays it by Greg and Felcity...its a picture of...a log with eyes And a..thin tail?..and two..umm more logs one has a long ear the other two long ears and they both have..swords maybe fighting the lArge log that has teeth. " My..=hic= repory...thats me..and Terrence and..thr monitor...hee hee..ya know what be neattttttt ooooooo...sseeee a monitor fight Lord C...hee Lord C would like..slay it. and..yeah" He downs half a 5th ale " This ale...is yummy"   

Felicity tears trickle down her cheeks. "i tried t' 'elp 'im see somethin' like tha' an' 'e just got mad at me...whot'd i do wrong?" and then drunk zolomon happens. wheee. she sniffles and sips her mead, a confused look coming on. "...um.....i think may'ap we should all go t'bed..." at least she's still coherent enough to realize that sort of thing.   

"Give him time" Greg starts saying before Zolomon presents his completely accurate and detailed report.
Greg stares at it for a moment before there's finally a hint of a smile and amusement "...Heh" he shakes his head "Very good Zolomon. Let me just see this for a moment"
he says as he goes to take Zolomon's drink from him and doesn't give it back. He nods at Felicity's suggestion
"Yeah, lets go. I'll walk yah tah yah room Zolomon and yah can tell me all about wot happened in Halyard on the way"   

Zolomon frowns "my ale....your a meanie hare....and...and.." He frowns, figured this happen..he vomits, luckly he misses Greg's Paper work as he groans and backs up "tunmmy hurt..." HE vomits more and sniffs " I Not..wanna go..bed" He then passes out, well who will move him and clean the...mess.
   
Felicity stands and weaves back and forth a bit. "...'m not sure....alcohol's.....'ealthy..." this opinion is only cemented when zolomon barfs up everywhere. she wrinkles her nose, then cautiously sets her mead down. "...think i'm done f'r th'evenin'. i.....i c'n get t'm'room m'self....i think..." she starts wobbling off, but greg could catch up with her without even trying. the 2 fastest hares on the mountain: 1 unconscious, the other reduced to a snail's pace. that's just sad.   

Gregorian grimaces and pulls his paperwork out the way and makes sure the rest of him is safe "Clean up!" he yells at the bar. He's not dealing with this, the bar knows what to do to clean up and get Zolomon to bed. A sigh and Greg gets up to get away from the area, following Felicity out the door. As one of the slowest hares in the mountain he still has no problem keeping up and he'll at least make sure she gets back to her room alright before he heads for his.