Quinten Log 12 - 02 10 2005

Salamandastron: Dining Chamber

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This is the dining chamber for the mountain of Salamandastron. It is a

veritable cavern, the necessity of feeding so many hares making the room

so big. Dominating the room is a huge banquet table made of solid oak.

Nobeast knows how such a venerable object came to be here, but its

presence is undeniable. Smaller tables skirt the outside of the room,

each sitting near a large torch burning brightly in its sconce. The chair

at the head of the table is different from the plain maple chairs that

occupy the rest of the room - it belongs to the Badger Lord. The massive

object is graced with a carving of the very mountain it is in, with the

sun setting over the sea.

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With:

[IC] growing headfur, it's Sorrel!

[IC] The Mountain Grump. (Buckthorn)

Sorrel watches him oddly. "don' choke yerself, there buck." she jokes, digging into her own food with equivelant ghusto

Quinten sticks his head through the doorway and looks about, nose twitching as he smells out whatever might be on offer to ear

Buckthorn glances over, his table manners at their best, even in the most casual meal. "Don't worry, doe, I wont." He mumbles, dabbing at his mouth with the corner of his napkin. "So not so fond o' Dah'rk, eh?"

Sorrel puts on a grim face. "oh no. not anymore. not since the punch. 'ee refuses ta speak ta me. 'ee thinks it's my fault for tha' bit an not his own. tha's what I waga."

Quinten eyes the older hares but doesn't say anything, pattering past them on his way towards where the food is, eyes for the food and not much else

Buckthorn blinks and stops mid-chew. The buck swallows. "Did 'ee hit yah?" The healer says with a cough. In fact, the buck is so surprised that he begins to choke on his food. His eyes bunch up with water, his paw covering his mouth as he coughs.

Sorrel blinks and hurries to help Buckthorn, patting his back. "No, -ye- 'it 'im, remembah??"

Quinten looks over and blinks, hurrying over towards the others "Is he ok?"

Buckthorn leans over the edge of the table and grabs at her ale, guzzling all of it down.

Finally whatever was stuck in his throat is unlodged and he gulps down air, his eyes still watering. "Yesh... yesh, m'fine... Ah hit 'im... Ah 'member now... why'd Ah do tha'?"

Quinten blinks and nods and backs away from the older two, heading for the food again.

Sorrel frowns at her now empty ale. "'ee was bein' a jerk agin...an' did y 'ave ta use -m- ale?" one track minded sorrel.

Buckthorn sits up and breaths heavily. "Yeah... Ah was out o' mine." He mumbles with a shrug. "Ah shouldn' 'ave done tha'. He's my bes' friend."

Quinten returns to sit at the table, plate laden down with salad and bread and a glass of juice. "is it ok to sit here?"

Sorrel smiles sweetly and nods. "sure it is, quint. And as for ye, Buck, whether ye did or didn't mean ta, twas the right thing." she says, taking a bite of the roll. "wasn't the first time ee was a jerk." she mutters to herself. "or even th' fifteenth."

Quinten sits downand digs into his salad, ears bobbing as he mucnhes through it, he looks up and smiles "So....who ye talking aboot wot?"

Buckthorn blinks up at the younger buck and nods, motioning him to sit down. "Er... no one, tyke." He mumbles and leans closer to Sorrel. "C'mon, 'e aint tha' bad o'ah guy." He protests weakly. "Ah mean... well, he puts up wi' /me/, don' 'e?"

Quinten frowns and munches bread "Oh sorry...shouldn't ask me elders things wot,"

Sorrel nods. "oh aye, an' so do I, but ee breaks up wit' me, -right afta- my paren's die, an' ee's actin' like I was two timin' 'im. oh I'm fed up tryin' ta make amends."

Buckthorn shrugs and his ears flop down around his shoulders, the healer glances up at Quinten. "Eh, y'can... jus' not ah'bout this." He mutters. "WEll, ah guess y'got yer reasons."

Quinten nods and keeps stum, eating his way through the food, odd for him he usually mouths off about all sorts of things.

Sorrel takes a large bite of bread soshe doesn't have to talk about it. hmm...some other topic totalk about.... "so's th' infirmary quieted down a bit??"

Quinten looks up at mention of the infirmary, he's still living there as he's not been assigned quarters yet, no idea if thats proper or not

Buckthorn starts at his own food again, waiting until he has chewed and swallowed before answering. "Hmm? Oh... yes, since the whol Halyard incident 'as quieted down. Not much f'me t'do... still, I'm busy wi' th' tedious lil' details o' being ah healer."

Sorrel nods. "Last time I was in there ta see ral...there was a vixen in there right???"

You say, "Malica is here name...me and mister Howard found her wounded outside...when i arrived..""

Sorrel shakes her head. "nonono...she was wit' a todd named korit...was coughin' alot...

You say, "Oh...sorry...figured you meant her, i'll shut up again miss Sorrel." bites into a large piece of bread"

Buckthorn eyes the young hare oddly and then glances down to his food. "Oh, righ'. Yeah... those are un'er th' care o' Rahier. No' me. Why?"

Sorrel shrugs. "WEll, those n' ral were th' only two there awake when I visited...An' plaese, dun call me a miss," she laughs, patting Quint on the shoulder.

Quinten looks at Buckthorn and waves a leaf of lettuce "How rude of me, i've not introduced meself," he looks up at the pat and nods then looks down again "I'm Quinten, a new recruit"

Buckthorn bobs his head. "M'Buckthorn, an' this 'ere is Sorrel." He greets with a straight face.

Sorrel smiles. "But ye'hve me me already, quint."

Quinten nods and smiles "Yes i met mis....err Sorrel in the library the other day,"

Buckthorn falls into silence, eating slowly and letting the other converse.

Quinten finishes his salad and looks up at sorrel "Can i ask a question ma'am?"

Sorrel nods. "sure, what is et?"

You ask, "How long should it take to get some quarters and maybe a spare uniform? I've pnly got this one and its tedious having to wash it in my old clothes""

Sorrel blinks, and looks to Buckthorn questioningly. "um...I came in at the 67th...do ye know

Buckthorn looks at Quinten with a raised eyebrow. "We have a recruit dormitory hallway. I would imagine you'll get a bunk there soon enough."

Quinten nods "Ok i hope it is soon, those infirmary beds are lumpy"

Sorrel smiles. "uh oh, a complainer, Buck..."

Quinten blinks and ducks his head "Sorry.."

Buckthorn's face hardens and he eyes the recruit. "Y'bes' suck it up. Soon yeh'll be on pah'trol an' yeh'll have t' sleep on /rocks/."

Sorrel pouts mockingly. "an' eat the leek soup." she eyes buck. like las' patrol. Dark -loved- those leeks, didn' ee?"

Sorrel room-pages, "those aren't leeks...lol, one of the best rps ever.".

Quinten nods and sits up straighter "Yes sir, i'll do me best"

Buckthorn finishes up his plate and looks around. "Well, Ah'm off t'take ah shower an' soak in th' sauna f'ah bit. Yeah... erm, leek soup, wot?" The large healer pushes himself up and nods to them both.

Quinten looks from Sorrel then back to buck "What about the leeks? Jolly awful things if you ask me"

Sorrel laughs. "Oh, there was 'leek' stew last patrol I was in. the short o' th' story was that they -weren't- leeks."

Quinten blinks "How the devil can you mix up leeks?"

Sorrel goes back to her non-maggoty stew. "I'll leave yehr imagination to et, Quint.

Buckthorn moves out of the dining chamber.

Quinten nods and frowns at the soup then shrugs "Ok then....remind me not to ever eat the soup if i wind up on partrol with you ma'am"

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