A glimpse of Lissie's (coughboringcough) desk duty
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
Hares: Adrian, male. Felicity 'Lissie', female.
Felicity has been put on desk duty due to a sprained ankle, and so she has been stationed in the armoury. A desk sits by the door, with a chair behind it. There are papers stacked a little haphazardly on the desk in front of the auburn furred doe. She has her forehead resting on a paw while the other one writes in a ledger. The sounds of beasts practicing in the Training Room can be heard. A crutch is leaning up against the wall behind her chair.
The door opens rather slowly, and a buck pokes his head in. Adrian is off duty today, so he decided to pop in for a few moments to check on Felicity, whom he heard had sprained her ankle. Hey, news travels in the Long Patrol. "Well, I see they put ya to good use, wot. Balancin' ledgahs, I see..."
Felicity glances up, scowling slightly. "I'm in charge of the armoury for the next 2 days, wot. I hafta count the weapons, check out any that get borrowed, count the weapons more, then count 'em again, and then I got bored, wot. I say, are you in 'ere to check out a weapon? It gets rathah dull in here." She has lifted her head off of her paw and is looking ta him in a bit more friendly way now.
Adrian chuckles. "That does sound dull, wot. I don't envy ya, but I'd be glad ta 'elp out any way I can. As for why I'm 'ere now, nah, I'm not in ta borrow a weapon, just checkin' on a fella Runnah, wot. Heard ya gotta sprain."
Felicity gives him a half-smile. "Thanks. That's nice of you." she holds up a stack of paperwork. "I think it's all done, but do you mind checkin' eveythin'? Numbers were nevah my strong suit."
Adrian takes the stack, blinking. "I see. Well, certainly, I can look ovah this... How 'bout over dinnah, wot?"
Felicity supresses a sigh of relief. "Alright then. Thanks." Another Private enters the rooom, pushing a trolley. The auburn furred doe gestures at her and says, "Right on time. You can 'ave it up 'ere with me as we sort through this mess, wot! Sound good?" The food-bearing Private leaves them with the food, having another trolley waiting in the kitchen for the Infirmary. Lissie dishes out food for them both and eats while trying to make the ledger make sense to her brain.
Adrian chuckles. "Ya thought of ev'rythin', wot." He digs in hungrily, as he and the doe work to sort out the ledger.
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