Woohahahahooh!
The Salamandastron Dining Chamber
Daria, Manfred, Garth: Hares
Sorry this is so short...I had to leave. :P
Daria is sitting in her regular corner, a heaping plate of salad in front of her. She stabs it distractedly with her fork, looking about the chamber. She's waiting for someone- a friend of hers. The chair next to her is empty, and as is the one across from her. The room is full and noisy, as per usual. Down the row, a recruit is standing on a chair, weaving a huge tale of exagerated lies for an awe-struck audience of leverets. She twirls her fork, watching them, searching for a distraction.
Manfred comes in from the shore patrol, chatting with some of her friends that she was on patrol with. As they part, Manfred surveys the room, cracks a knuckle, and dumps herself uncerimoniously into the chair next to the black doe. "I say, nobeast sittin' here, is there? Whahahahoh!" She laughs, and a buck next to her elbows her. "'Ey, Wop, keep it down!" Manfred wiggles a paw in her ear. "I say, let a chap know when you're gonna poke 'em like that, Sirrah!" She turns back to Daria nad winks.
Garth makes his way inside, he has had a very long walk and its taken a good almost two weeks but he is finally home where he can get decent food and a couple days off before he needs to go back on duty again. He gets some soup,salad and a drik and sits down.
Daria gives the boxing harea wary look. "Nay, that seat's empty." She winces as the doe lets loose with that laugh. "Keep it down, wot?" She picks up her fork and takes a mouthful of salad, watching the hares, Garth among them, get an early lunch. Suddenly, she stands, dropping her fork as she swallows. "Ah've got a patrol run to do. Enjoy your lunch." Her northern accent makes her words seem heavier. She walks off quickly- guess if that company isn't coming, she may as well leave.
Manfred looks indignant as the black hare leaves, muttering to herself as she helps herself to the left salad. "Great manners, that one. Didn't even give her name, wot?" She takes a swig of some random glass of water on the table and wipes her mouth. Anyone else here want teh company of a Mayenster...? She can't even see her friends anymore, so goodness knows where /they/ went.
Garth eats his food quietly ad glaces over at Manfred and nods "hallo, don't mid me..tried after a long trip, shoudnt of taken it"
"Woohahahahooh! Why take a trip you shouldn't?" Manfred laughs. She switches seats so she's sitting across from Garth with her filched salad in front of her. "Where'd ya go?"
Garth aswers "Redwall and, no way again, thar this fox thar that is rude, I was after a run away hare from here, he decides ta quit, fine I said and came home...I don't trust vermmin and never will, one oter reason glad that lad quit."
Manfred snorts and smacks the table with a paw. "I say, who /would/ trust vermin, wot? And who quit?" She has no inkling of any creature that would quit the Long Patrol...they're legendary! All the leverets want in! "And woahwoahwoah- Some one at Redwall was rude? I say they need better guards then. Woohahahahooh!"
Garth says, "Hare named Bastien quit, and it was a fox, told him I didnt trust him, he goes on about how Long Patrol should and how he was eve here once, know tat thar be a bally lie, no tricky fox would dare set paw in here, thenn he ignores me and says how the Log Patrol must of changed to not see that he isnt evil, hey he is a fox""
Manfred shrugs noncomitally. "I don't know either of 'em. But if it's a fox who says he's been here, there's only one vermin-y type that's been here- and that's the abbey champion, Flicktail. We're obligated to trust him, but personally, until I meet him, I'm not trusting him! Woohaaha!" She gets a wave from her friends, and she calls back as she runs to join them . "Enjoy yer lunch!"
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