Locks and Ale
Salamandastron: Recreation Room
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The recreation room for the army of the Longpatrol. Here soldiers come to
relax after a hard day's work and the officers come for a game of cards or
a quick drink by the fire. The room is quite large, having to deal with a
lot of hares at one time. Along one wall there is a large worktop with
some cuhsioned stools lining one side of it. On the other side of the
worktop there stand many kegs and bottles, lined so that they can be
easily opened by someone standing on the inside of the bar but well out of
reach of the rowdy hares on the other side. There are a few woollen cloths
on the bar and mats in front of each stool. The next thing nearest to the
bar are the round tables, each with 4 chairs around and a lantern in the
middle of each one. There are a couple of slightly larger oval tables with
8 seats around, obviously for larger crowds. The other end of the room is
littered with armchairs, comfortable armchairs, each pair with a small
table in between. The armchairs are near the fire, used to heat the room
and provide extra comfort for the relaxing soldiers.
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The room's growing a little busier, switch in shifts or something, Greg's not paying much attention to the chattering beasts, just sat in a comfy chair by the side of the room, drink besides him on a table and a few scrap bits of parchment on the arm of his chair as he sketches stuff on them.
Quinten weaves through the crowd, he has his drink and is now looking for a chair. He beats a private to the comfortable chair opposite Greg and lowers himself down. "Mind if I sit here Greg?" he peers at the parchment,. "Wotcha drawing?"
Gregorian doesn't notice the recorder until the last minute, only glancing up when he speaks "Eh? Wot? If yah like" he looks back to the parchment again before shaking his head and leaving it on the arm of the chair while he reaches for his drink "Nothin', just ideas and all. Passin' the time"
Quinten nods his head and sips his ale. "Oh? Well i'd be interested in hearing about it if you wanted to share? It's nice to get out of the library for a bit."
Gregorian shrugs a shoulder as he sinks back into his chair, eyeing the drawings again "Eh, nothin' much. Needlessly complicated arrow, not worth the effort it'd take tah make it...few less deadly things" he doesn't seem so happy with it at the moment.
Quinten smiles and nods, "Well still it is good to practice and experiment with new things." He sips his ale, "If you need any help I'm bound to have some books on smith craft in the library."
Gregorian snorts, a tiny bit of amusement in there "I know Quint, I worked my way through them years ago. Tried pretty much everything in the book and more. Need somethin' new tah work on really. Made too many swords in the last month"
Quinten nods his head and grins, "I can always submit a new order for pen nibs. That'll keep you distracted from swords for a bit."
Gregorian rolls his eyes "Ha! For about five minutes while I dig the mould out again and fill it. I've got yah pen nibs down tah an art Quinten"
Quinten grins, "I can't help it, we keep loosing or breaking them. They don't last long. Maybe I should request a new type of pen style. Give you an excuse to build a new mould. I can be real picky about it and keep suggesting changes."
Gregorian takes a deep breath and leans back to look at the ceiling. Thinking..."Mm, don't think there's much can do with them. Can make them strongah but they'd be thickah. I'll think on it a bit"
Quinten nods his head, "Can't be too thick or the ink won't write properly. I could do with the hinges on my cabinets replacing and the locks too. They are very old. Got quite a few glass fronted cabinet doors that you could look at if you have the time."
Gregorian raises a brow and sips from his drink, considering it all before he nods slowly "Don't work with glass much, could be interestin'. Goin' tah end up a handyman at this rate"
Quinten chuckles, "The glass is mostly ok, I keep it cleaned and such. But the hinges on the doors are very old and the locks are right pains."
Gregorian gestures with his drink as he folds up the bits of parchment "Now locks, they're a lot more fiddly. I like locks"
Quinten grins softly and sips his ale, "Ah well the locks in my library where installed during the reign of Lord Russano the Wise which was a long long time ago. I could really do with some new ones."
Gregorian squints faintly, digging through his memory "Lord Russano the wise...one with the stick that came aftah Lady Cregga Rose Eyes right? Definitely a while back, see wot I can do"
Quinten nods his head, "Aye that's the one, could probably do with having a look at all the door locks too. I think they are all just as old. I know I can't lock the door to my office nor the library to keep folks out of it over night."
Gregorian exaggerates a sigh at all the work "How many locks yah got in that place? Would think it was hidin' gold not books"
Quinten laughs, "Well the cabinets in record room all have locks. Current Patrol Records and such. I was talking about all the doors in the mountain however. most of the Locks are pretty old figured if you liked locks and wanted a challenge you'd want to take a poke at them too."
Gregorian scratches his whiskers lightly "Mm, they'll have tah be opened up tah have a look at them and then replace eh of course. Promise I won't go pokin' through everythin' though"
Quinten grins, "You are welcome to look. You are a patrol hare after all. Anything you aren't allowed to look at i'll take out and lock someplace else whilst you are taking a look at their cabinets." grins warmly, "Thanks Greg."
Gregorian snorts "Sure you got a lock to hide it behind that doesn't need replacin'?"
Quinten smiles, "I've got some trunks I can put stuff in. Their locks are pretty sturdy." he stands up and finishes his ale. "Anyway Greg I got a class to teach in five so I need to get back down to the Library. see you soon."
Gregorian nods once and gestures a good bye with his drink "See yah Quinten. Suppose I should get back tah work too before I drink too much for it"
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