Information Exchange

Characters: Timothy, Amarro

Timothy is heading south today to get back to his Order's fort-in-progress. The Dark furred mouse is certainly a stranger looking one because of his stature compared to other mice his age. Toting a large shield on his arm and javelins three to complement a sabre at his hip that glints in the light with it's sapphire pommel.

Amarro is on the dirt road this evening casually sauntering towards the Abbey. She fears nothing and no one and has always found the nighttime to be a pleasant time of the day to travel, particularly in these hot summer months when the sun is simply unbearable. She doesn't anticipate meeting anyone and so is behaving in a more relaxed manner, talking to herself and swinging her tail around agitatedly.

Not such a strange thing. Many smart beasts talk to themselves... unless they happen to be talking like a deranged lunatic. Then things could be a problem.

Timothy however is quiet, finding that being quiet is often when he is doing the most thinking and planning and it keeps himself from being too distracted to notice things happening around him. And speaking of such things there happens to be a squirrel approaching fast. Humming to himself the mouse picks up pace just a bit. "Good evening miss, you wouldn't happen to be heading to Redwall would you? If so could I get you to run something back to them? This bowl here had my dinner in it and it belongs to the Abbey."

Amarro is very proud and does not like being presumed upon. She stops short, swishes her tail from side to side, and stares angrily up at the humongous mouse. "And why can't your giant legs carry you there on your own?"

Timothy gives a soft sigh, why must beasts be difficult sometimes? "Because I am currently heading in the opposite direction of Redwall to inspect the area where my order is setting up an outpost. It's my duty as the captain of the outpost to ensure that things are going to plan while maintaining good relations with the good beasts of Mossflower." He starts to walk again. "The Friar will be displeased that one of his bowls wasn't returned. But he shall recive it when I return."

Amarro knows that the abbey isn't THAT protective of their bowls. At least two of them have ended up in her own kitchen. "An outpost? In Mossflower?" She turns around and stands as upright as possible. "Where?" She's got a house back in there someplace. And she definitely doesn't want an order of Giant Mice for neighbors. "Is it close?"

They may not be protective but something about this mouse seems to allude that he'd rather get it back as soon as possible. "No, not close. a day longer on this path and two days west if I remember correctly. You need not worry about us swarming all over the area; we aren't here for that." The Mouse rolls the shoulder that he is carrying his shield in. "My name is Timothy by the way."

Well that's good to know. They won't be anywhere near her treehouse. "Huh. Then what /are/ you here for?" No introduction. Amarro doesn't care if beasts know her name or not.

Timothy doesn't seem to notice the lack of an introduction. "Here to help protect Mossflower. For all it's worth so far it seems; I've gotten word from a scout that the Gousim Camp has been overrun by Vermin." He spits over to the side. "I cannot fathom why any beast acts like they do. And yet they do."

Amarro perks up at the mention of the overrun Gousim camp. "Oh? Can you give me the name of your source?" For once in the entire conversation, Amarro actually takes Timothy seriously. As they both probably know, any mention of vermin is taken seriously. "And are they reliable?"

Timothy seems to frown at that his free paw gripping and ungripping for a moment in thought. "I trust the word of my Order-Beasts implicitly. If they say something has happpened then it has happened. You'll have to find Brother Jon and Brother Killian on your own however. They are scouting in the woods once again to try and determine what is going on."

Amarro shakes her head. "No, no, I do trust you. You have very little reason to lie to me." If this is some sort of elaborate revenge against her for not bringing the bowl back to the abbey, the squirrel will be shocked and actually somewhat impressed. "Have you told the beasts at the abbey?"

Timothy shakes his head. "I believe they know. I have not seen Champion FLicktail or the Head Guard Lee in the Abbey. And I don't want to get the good beasts in the Abbey in an uproar unti I find out more about what is going on out there." He looks to the woods ears twitching. "The Red Sun and the Light knows they've been through enough already recently. what with the Vermin horde they had to fend off. I wish i hadn't been called back home so I could have helped...""

Amarro eyes him a little bit skeptically and then regretfully admits: "That was probably a wise decision. They've been away for the Abbots Processional and the summer feast. They should be back at the abbey soon which is why I'm headed there." She sighs. "And someone probably needs to get the word to the otters at Camp Willow. Heaven knows they'll be useful in any sort of altercation."

Timothy narrows his eyes, his nostrils flaring just so. "I hope they aren't out for the Processional for too long. The Vermin might get ideas." His head shakes and his free paw moves up to his nose to softly tug it in thought. "I don't think I ever caught your name... and if you know where the Processional is being held then I would appreciate directions. I'll be heading straight there after I visit the outpost.

"I am Amarro." Said squirrel offers a short but elegant bow. "The only information I have for you of the processional is that it was to end yesterday or the day before at the summer feast which may or may not have been held at the quarry. Then they were to head straight back to the abbey. If you are headed there, then I shall head further into Mossflower to talk to the otters. It has been awhile since I've been to their camp." She looks thoughtful. "And you have no further information about this group other than that they've overrun the Gousim camp?"

Timothy seems worried about that fact. "None... but hopefully I will soon. Until then I cannot act; the consequences of failure could be too great." He shakes his head and looks back to your face. "If it is already done then they should be close if not back at the Abbey. I may have to postpone my inspection till this gets sorted out. I'd rather get the news to them as soon as possible."

"Well. I /was/ headed to the abbey anyways. And they know me there. I suppose I could get the word to them." Amarro shrugs. "And then I'll head up to Camp Willow. A day or so longer probably won't hurt anything.""

Seems like actually stopping to think about what he had learned seems to have changed the Mouse's mind as he starts his way back towardss the Abbey. "No, the Outpost can wait. A day could mean the difference between preparedness and being overrun. Besides, the Friar probably wants his bowl back." He replies with a chuckle as he marches back down the road.

"I'm telling you, he doesn't care!" Amarro calls to him as the giant mouse marches past her. Seems like her plans have changed then. No matter. A trip to Camp Willow is always more fun than spending a few days at the Abbey. She has no intention of going with Timothy as far as the abbey, however. His long legs will outpace her too easily. As he disintegrates into the darkness of the pathway, Amarro takes stock of what she knows and where she needs to go. This old squirrel has one last trip left in her. Probably.