Hustle & Bustle - Micah, Darklett, Rahier, Tyree, & Sidney.

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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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                 Visible Exits:

[M]ain [H]all [K]itchens

[Out]

It's the dinner rush! Hustle, bustle, etc. etc. and so on. Micah's not been doing much eating, though, because a certain Tameus is still missing. Patrols have been dispatched to look for the missing fighter, but so far no dice. The recruit's just returned from a patrol he insisted on being taken on, but still no Tameus. He's now leaning over a bowl of soup warming up and looking miserable.

Darklett has been on a couple of these patrols... One of them is just returning. His fur is wet -- it seems like it's been starting to build up a drizzle outside -- and he sighs in disappointment. No sign of Tam. He at least goes to locate some soup for himself.

Rahier in particular knows how difficult it is to have a cherished one out on patrol and.. even not come back. It's just terrible! So when he spies Micah, sitting there looking all the world like a dejected hare he makes his way over, expression just as frowny. He puts a paw on Micah's shoulder, offering a squeeze. "Hey Mike. How y'holdin' up?"

Not just Micah, but Tyree has also returned from a short patrol, which just so happened to be a wild goose chase for missing hares/actual search for trouble, attached hastily to Darklett's unit. Therefore, quite wet. Before he comes in, he reaches up to wring his ears out, flopping them about to get rid of any excess. "As if there weren't enough water right 'ere on the coast," he mutters.

Micah's ears flicker sluggishly when the paw rests on his shoulder, though he eventually glances up at Rah's words. "He's gotta be okay, righ' sir?"

Darklett locates Rah, and heads over to him... Of course, he sees who he's consoling, and hesitates a moment. Eh, he goes that way anyway, soup in tow and face grim.

Rahier has to wear a smile for the recruit when their gazes meet, making it warm and voice sure. "'Course he is, Mike. Y'know how tough Tam is." Nothing can keep him down, except maybe a trio of rats. The buck gives Mike's shoulder a little pat, before moving to the seat beside him.

And here comes Tyree, looking much more dispassionate than the others. Almost indifferent to the plight on everyone else's mind. But food comes first, yes. First food, then worrying. Can't worry on an empty stomach was one of his mother's favorite sayings.

Yeah. Yeah. Mike nods, his paws gripping on his spoon so tight his knuckles are turning white. "If someone hurt 'im I'll..." Bite their ankles? What a pain, being small. He breathes out a grimacy sigh and glances up to see Darklett approaching. He forgets to salute, just offering a brief nod to the now-familiar officer. "You all find anythin'?"

Darklett has a nearby seat, settling slowly due to the discomfort of wet clothing. "...No, nothing." Lack of salute is no big deal, apparently. "Another patrol just went out, though. We'll keep looking."

Rahier looks up when Dark sits, giving him a small nod. Aw. Well, Ty he spots too, but the buck looks intent upon finding something to chow on, so he just looks back to Mike. "He probably jus' had a bit too much t'drink. Y'know how those things go."

"Hmm. No clues, no warning, an' a bunch of patrols out in this weather... doesn't look good," Tyree mutters darkly, mostly to himself as he comes out of the soup line. He's only met Tameus once, but any missing hare is a very bad thing. His brow furrowed, he settles down with a clank of soup bowl. Tunic. Is. Ruined! Not too far away, but not too close, either. What can a simple Fighter add to what they already know?

"We were s'posed t'meet up for a run. He wouldna got drunk," Mike mutters and ladles some soup, sipping at it dejectedly. "Think m'gonna go back out lookin' s'more."

"Just don't go by yourself. The last thing we need out of this is two missing hares." Darklett spoons some soup into his mouth, before probably predictably offering, "I'll go with you."

Of course the longer that Tam goes without surfacing, the less likely he is to ever do so. But Rah says nothing, but for giving Dark an appreciative smile for the offer. "Jus' finish y'soup, first," says the major. He'll stay behind in case Tam comes back, obviously.

"Thanks, sir." He remembered the sir! "I figure m'gonna go change outta these clothes," not like they won't be wet again in a dash, "'n' then go back out. So if you don't mind comin' with," he nods to Dark. "Just figured I'd go search 'round Halyard s'more."

Oh, fie. They're going out *again*? Tyree hasn't even had a sip of his soup, yet. He stands up and salutes as Darklett goes by. "Shall I accompany you, sah?"

"Don't mind at all. I wanna see Tam back home too." Darklett takes another spoonful of soup, ears perking up as he hears Tyree. "...Er, absolutely. Can't hurt to have more hares." He's visibly eating quicker now, so as to not keep good ol' Mike waiting.

Micah picks up his bowl to drink from it to pick up the pace, himself, though he rises as he's doing it. He glances to Tyree with a semi-satisfied nod and turns. "I'll be waitin' at the tunnel," he tells them. And heads for the door, his ears back against his skull.

Sidney seems to be the late arrival this time. He steps in just as Mike is headed for the door, his fingers combing back through his wet hair, gathering some of the water. Drizzle-water, rain water, whatever it is. When he sees his kid he starts to smile, ears perking a little. Good news? Not by the expression on Mike's face. "Hey, are you..?" Okay? Going back out? The actual end of the question is left open to interpretation.

"Goin' back out," Mike tells Sidney with a glance up at his father's face. He manages an awkward sort of grin, more grimace than anything. "Gonna go change. Major Darklett 'n' Tyree're comin' with." He takes another step towards the door, lest he be stopped again.

Darklett doesn't bother changing. "Thank you for volunteering," he offers Tyree, draining his soup rather quickly and standing up. "...Sid," he acknowledges the other

hare. "Rah," he nods in farewell to him. "Wish us luck."

Tyree nods in return and is relieved to find, no, everyone is not piling out like he thought (for a few more seconds). He resigns himself to hurriedly gulping down the steaming soup, warming his hands on the bowl. He nods to Rahier. "Major," he says politely, and stands in tandem with Darklett.

Rahier just dropped by to offer support for Mike, so when the others rise, so does he. Dipping his head to the group in reply, he gives a little wave to Dark and Mike. "Good luck, guys."

Sidney's jaw works a little side to side, like he's working out something to say.. but he comes up empty. His eyes shift to the other bucks, and he gives Darklett a brief nod. It's Mike he addresses after a moment, reaching to take ahold of the teen's wrist and pull him into a hug. "Try and relax, okay? Think of it like.. you getting a chance to save /his/ arse, for once. ... and if he needs saving, you're the one who'll get it done." It's said lowly, not so quiet that no one else could overhear, but it's meant for his kid.

"Thanks, Rah!" Mike calls over his shoulder - a little impatient to be off. But Sid snags his wrist and he's pulled back. He is tugged into the hug and he returns it briefly but fiercely. He's struck silent but his head jerks in a vehement nod. Yeah. He pulls back from Sid, gives him one last - kind of watery-eyed - look and turns, hurrying out of the room.

"In again, out again, jigity jig..." Tyree sweeps on a cloak and follows Micah briskly, not wasting time on goodbyes. He's already wet and in uniform, so as far as he's concerned he's dressed perfectly!