Quinten Log - 17 02 2009

Salamandastron: Caverns - Boxing Chamber

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This room obviously has a rather singular purpose, and that purpose is not

hard to discern, if one was only to look around. There is only about ten

or fifteen feets worth of space in which to walk, around the perimeter, and

the reason for this is that the rest of the space in the room is taken up

by a slightly elevated fighting ring. The platform is about two feet above

the floor, and upon each corner of the square platform there is a wooden

post. Encircling the ring in are lengths of rope extending from each post.

The floor of the platform is somewhat giving, as it is in someway padded.

So far as the perimeter of the room, chin-up bars attached to the walls

are staggered with benches, from which creatures can watch the fights.

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Kegan always lets the first few jabs hit. So that jab hits his chest, causing him to jump back a little before bouncing some more and starting to circle again. Cheers from the crowd as the jab hits!

Quinten watches carefully, sizing up his opponent and ignoring the crowd as they cheer, his ears folded back under the sweat band tied around his fore-head. Eyes watching, sizing and then he moves forwards, trying a quick one-two jab with both paws to test Kegan's style.

Kegan knocks one away and bounces out of the way of the other before aiming a hook shot for the face.

What do you want to whisper?

Quinten lets his knees go, dropping down under that hook shot and aiming for Kegan's stomach with his right fist, trying to hit him and take his wind.

Kegan oofs loudly and stumbles back as he is winded. That just makes him mad..after a few quick seconds he's bouncing again, this time aiming lots of jabs and even an upper-cut at the other hare. No time to take a rest yet...

Quinten is backing up, moving his arms to block Kegan's jabs, watching, watching, he grits his teeth and lets the upper-cut get him on the chin, shifting to move with the blow so he can go back on the offensive, trying to jab through Kegan's lowered guard from the upper cut and into the other hares face. Sure it'll leave him stinging but if he can land the blow..

What do you want to whisper?

Kegan grinned a bit as he managed to upper-cut the hare...The next thing he knows, his his face hurts...The jabbed face lets out a crunch as something broke...whatever it was, Kegan doesn't seem to notice yet...He backs up a bit, shakes his head, keeps his mouth closed tightly and goes to aim a fake hook before a tough real jab is aimed for the other buck's stomach.

Quinten eyes flick from side to side, his paws held in a guard, he sways back and forth and moves when he shouldn't have, that fake jab gettin ghim as that paw slams into his stomach. He heaves and a heavy wheeze escapes his lips but he lets the motion of doubling over carry him forwards into a roll past kegan and away to the other end of the ring.

Kegan Turns around quickly before finally feeling pain in his mouth..after a moment or two, he spits out a tooth...then a second..."Ow..." he mutters.

Quinten springs back to his feet and launches forwards, still wheezing a bit and u nleashing a barrage of jabs, aiming to push Kegan back and over-whealm his defence. A flurry of false jabs designed to hit his arms is followed up by two blows, one aimed low and the other aimed for his temple. It leaves Quinten open but if they land...

Every punch that was thrown at Kegan landed exactly as they meant to. The hare falls over flat on his back, letting out loud oofs after every hit...he just lays there, not moving..dazed as anything.

Quinten sinks down to a crouch panting, hanging his head and running a paw through his sweat soaked head-fur. "You.. my friend are good." he leans over and peers down at the runner. "You ok there?"

Kegan slowly glances up to the other hare...seeing triple. "uhhh....." is the only thing he can make out before rolling over and coughing up a bit of blood onto the mat before slowly standing. "I think...Maybe...."

Quinten grins and pats Kegan's shoulder and with a heave helps him back to his feet, working his jaw. "Your upper-cut is nasty... you need to stop by the infirmary or you going to be ok?"

Kegan sort of wabbles. "i think...I should head to the...Infirmary...maybe?" he slowly hobbles over to the exit of the ring before getting out of it slowly.

Quinten follows after Kegan, picking up a towel and draping it over his shoulders whilst carrying their uniforms over one arm. "I'll escort you there old chap."

Salamandastron: Infirmary

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This is the infirmary for the long patrol. This room is one of the most

well lit rooms in the whole of Salamandastron, with several candles placed

strategically along the shelves and cupboards. Many wooden beds line the

walls of this room, each outfitted with impeccably clean white linen

sheets. This unfortunately limits the walking space in this room. Where

there are not beds there are shelves and cabinets that hold a variety of

different medical equipment, mostly needles and bandages. A single stone

sink is firmly lodged into one of the counters. The sink is not fancy, in

fact it is quite awkward. It is a necessity, nonetheless. An open closet

is in the corner of the room, storing a surplus of compact cots, in the

unusual case of mass injuries. The room usually has several nurse hares in

it, roaming around tending to various injuries.

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Kegan sort of stumbles into the Infirmary. A healer comes over and leads him to a cot. "What happened?" the healer asks. Kegan can't reply at this time, sorry...

Quinten ahems, ears flicking still folded back under his headband. "We where sparring in the Boxing ring.. I think I hit him a bit too hard."

"Bah..." Comes Kegan's reply...The healer examines him and frowns. "A bit to hard is an understatement" she mutters before getting a towel to wipe the blood away from the hare's mouth before laying him down. "you put him out of duty for a week..."

Quinten ahems and scuffs at the floor with one foot-paw. "Ahem... ah sorry old chap... bit too much of the old one-two don'tcha know... his guard slipped at the end for somereason. Musta been the tooth.."

Kegan frowns. "M'fine" he replies to the Fighter. The healer opens Kegan's mouth to get a look at what tooth was knocked out...And she sighs. "Alright..well...your face will be sore for a while...so..." she sighs. "One week...and you'd better not leave this infirmary till then..." then he healer goes off.

Quinten sits down on a stall besides Kegan's bed and grimaces, "I think I lost, with you out of action they are bound to stick me back on active guard duty right away!" he shakes his head, "sorry Kegan... didn't mean to hit you so hard at the end."

What do you want to whisper?

Kegan hehs. "Oh...don't...worry about it..." he replies a bit quietly. "I guess....I dont need to do my shifts today...." he laughs a bit.

Quinten grins and nods, "Tha's true, getting out of ys shift is a handy way to do it. Though that isn't going to look so good when the Colonel finds out. First day back and I knock a trooper out of action fer a week."

Kegan laughs. "Ah...I doubt it will be a week...you know these healers, always estimate too high" he laughs

Quinten grins, "I remember once they told me I had to stay here for a week after I lost me ear tip." his ear twitches. "Of course this was right after we retook the mountain from some vermin fellahs who took it over. They kept me in here for a week cleaning the place up from all the ruyin the vermin did."

Kegan hehs a bit and nods somewhat. "Sounds fun" he laughs before yawning. "Well...Since I'm here, I might as well get a Nap" he yawns.

Quinten chortles and stands, "Well I'll let you nap. I need a bath after that boxing match. Maybe next time you'll get me you almost had me on a couple of occasions."

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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Mid-afternoon and the Rec room is pretty empty at this time of day. Only a few hares are around, one of them is a buck not seen about the mountain in several seasons, having been away on a Long Patrol. He's got his jacket off and is sat in an armchair by the fire, toasting his feet and reading over a sheaf of papers, his ears tied back behind a plain headband.

Logan strides into the room, ducking his head so he doesn't hit the top of the doorframe. In his paw he holds a bottle, the other is stuck in his pant pocket. He looks absently around and takes a drink, walking over to Quinten. "Good day tae ye, sah." He says with a nod.

Quinten tilts his head back and looks up, this brings his eyes level with the top of a chaps chest and neck, he tilts his head back further and stares. "Well I do say, you be a big one old bean. Pleasure to meet you, another new face i see. I've been away much too long it seems."

Quinten nods, gesturing to the arm chair opposite him. "Indeed, names Quinten, Private of the patrol. Been off on a long patrol for the past 6 seasons or so. Out east and down south a ways."

The big hare nods and lowers his bulk into the said seat. "Och...Mah name's Logan Whitepaw, pleased tae meetche. Ahm from the north, iff'n ye cannae tell." He says with a small grin.

Quinten grins back, "Oh I can tell, that's a nice brogue, I'm from the western slopes of the central mountain range. Far side of the marshes down south. Nice to meet you Logan, it is ok for me to call you Logan is it not?

The boxing hare nods quickly. "Aye, please do, Ah cannae stand anythin' else." He holds out the bottle to the other hare, offering a drink while speaking further. "Soo, is i' 'ard tae join this Loong Pat'rol?"

Quinten takes the bottle and sniffs, pouring himself a measure into a glass. "Not too hard, you need to speak to one of the officers however. Depending on your experience they may let you join up or do what I had to do and become a recruit."

Logan nods again and leans back in the seat, enjoying the heat of the fire. "Ah've been in mah fair share 'o scraps...Ye ever 'ear 'o a naginati?"

You say, "Mmm oh yes I have heard of those... not my sort of weapon. I prefer me paws, the old bob and weave oer my sabre when it is neccessary. You look large enough to join up as a private.""

Tameus has worn himself out and the day is only halfway over. He's kind of dirty and dusted with sand in his gray fur as he wanders into the room, ears back, inspecting a fresh tear on the sleeve of his tunic. He's in a Long Patrol uniform that shows the rank of Colonel.

Logan ears shoot forward and he smiles widely, "Ye'r a boxer?" He questions happily, loving nothing more than a good boxing match. He glances over however as Tam walks in, he didn't catch his name but he remembers the little leveret from last night.

Quinten nods his head, "Oh yes, Major Darklett himself trained me. Though I clearly need to settle back into the flow of training with others. I left poor Kegan in the infirmary early, he dropped his guard and I didn't pull my blow in time." he glances at the leveret and hides a smile. "Wot ho, it be a Colonel. Good day SAH! Be you the officer I have to report tae?"

Tameus's ears quirk up, and he gives Quinten a grin. "N' /yet/ y' don' haft', but I reckon y' can anyway if y' wan', wot."

Logan chuckles at the reply then says the the little hare "Och, Colonel, woot's yer name, laddy? Ah dinnae 'ketch it last nigh." he raises his eyebrows at him before taking another drink from the bottle.

Quinten chuckles and shakes his head, "well I'll not interupt your recreation time Colonel me lad. I'm Private Quinten, pleasure tae meet ye."

Tameus is not so little; but Logan is rather a large hare, and the leveret's head tilts up to look at him. "'m Tam Sade," he introduces to both of them. "Got a middle name too. Sutton. But jus' Tam's good now, 'r if y' wann' start early y' can call me Colonel Tam." He grins broadly.

Logan laughs softly and touches his brow in a salute. "oolright then, sah, Colonel Taam it is." He chuckles again then glances over at the private. "Soo ye laid a laddio oop in th' sickbay with yer paws, eh?"

Quinten chuckles at Tam. "It be good to meet you Colonel Tam, can this patroller offer you a drink sah?" He glances at Logan and nods, "Aye... not my intention, but it happens sometimes in training."

Tameus plucks absently at the rip in his sleeve, nodding at the offer. "Yes y' can. But nothin' wit' booze, see, las' time wasn' much fun. I mean 't /was, bu' then I fel' sick after." He smirks. "Have either'a y' see m' gran'mum Zoe?"

Logan shakes his big head slowly, "Nope, sory lad." He gets up, cracking his back as he does so then looks waaaaay down at the leveret. "Wot would ye like tae drink, Colonel?" Then at the patroller. "Ye feel loike taking a wee bout in th' ring, mate?" This last is said with a lazy smile.

Quinten grins at Logan as he moves to the bar, "Maybe in a bit my friend. I don;t want to lay any other hares up in the infirmary today. Or the COlonel's grandmother here will really do for me." He orders the leveret a strawberry cordial and looks back at him. "I am afraid i have not yet seen Colonel Zoe."

Tameus's response to the question about his drink is to gesture at Quinten when he orders, and the Private gets an approving smile at the choice. "She's prob'ly in 'er office, I haven' looked in there yet. Jus' got back from ou'side, wot. Are y' much good 't boxin', Quint'n?"

Quinten smiles and sets the mug of fizzy cordial down on the table for Tam. "Major Darklett taught me how to box, so mm I am not too bad. It is me favourite pass time you see. And maybe I should drop by her office and see if she is in.."

Tameus takes up the drink, muttering, "Thank y'," and taking a few swallows. "'m learnin' t' box from Ender," he tells Quinten with a nod, "an' Darklett's gonn' teach me 'ow t' throw knives. 'e made me a knife, too, see. An' 'm learnin' wit' a sabre an' 'm pretty good wit' m' sling." The sling and throwing knife are both attached to his belt. "Da' gave 't t' me."

Quinten grins, "Sounds like you are taking after me young'un. I'm A Sabre hare, and a boxing hare and I am not too bad with the throwing knife either." He blinks, "Ender... ENDER is still alive!" he stares at the leveret. "You mean that old codger isn't dead?"

Tameus chuckles, and shakes his head. "No, no 'e ain'. 'e started teachin' me 'ow t' box when we were 't th' abbey still. 'e's m' gran'da' y' know."

Quinten stares, "Well I'll be... you know he almost killed me once? Tripped me up in the training room and bashed my head in... that old rabbit is one to respect."

Tameus peers thoughtfully at the older buck, brows lifted. "Well that's a story righ' there," he mutters, and tilts his head. "'bout 'ow long 'go were y' a recruit then? Reckon 've 'eard y' name b'fore, wot."

Quinten smiles, "Ooooh must be at least 8 seasons since I was a recruit. 6 seasons away on patrol. So yes I graduated just after the vermin took over the mountain that one time. They actually promoted me to Private! I was pole-axed when the Colonel handed me my badge."

Tameus continues to look thoughtful. "Y' knew 'Arper then."

Quinten blinks and then his smile widens, "Harper! Oh seasons i've not seen Harper in well.. in seasns! How is he?"

"Oh.. oh 'e's jus' great," Tam says, snickering and trying to suppress his grin. "'e's a Brother 't Redwall. 'e's got a son who's gonn' join up wit' th' Patrol soon..."

Quinten stares... mouth dropping open. "He's a WHAT!" his ears stand up and his headband goes "PING" as it is tossed over the room. "He's a BROTHER!"

Tameus blinks and takes a half-step backward. ".. aye. Aye 'e is. 'e's th' Recorder there now."

Quinten smiles and sits down, "Sorry... to startle you." he looks around and retrives his head band. "Good for him... I once thought I wanted to follow the recorder life you know.... used to do alot of writing. I am happy for him."

"Well, guess y' c'n tell 'im that when 'e comes 'ere," Tam says casually, looking amused.

Quinten shakes his head, "Sure will, he is coming here soon? I'll have to think up something to surprise him with."

Tameus nods. "'e's comin' soon t' visit me. I haven' seen 'im since we all lef' Redwall, see."

Quinten nods his head and sighs, "I remember Redwall... I went there as a recruit for a bit. Had a grand old

adventure in brockhall with old Brother Kieran."

"Oh. Kieran," Tam says, and nods. "Darklett's brother. 'e was abbot, 'til 'e died. I ne'er met 'im though. ... so what was m' da' like when y' were younger?"

Quinten snorts his drink, blowing bubbles and coughing, this leverett has a way with dropping surprises on the poor hare. "Da! Kieran was your da?" he stares and slumps in his chair with a chuckle, "Oh my! He was... he was the grandest of hares. Strong, clever, quick witted. He fought of a horde of bats and rescued me whilst we quested for the old plans to the Abbey Belltower."

Tameus blinks! And laughs. "/No/. No.. 'Arper's m' da'," he giggles, shaking his head.

Quinten groans, "You young hare! Are doing my nerves in." he shakes his head, "I thought you where too young...

Harper, He was a good recruit... and a terror like the rest of us. Ran poor Zoe ragged with our adventures, but... he's a good friend.. I've missed him. I've missed everyone."

Tameus continues to chuckle, shaking his head. "Heh, heheh. Well, 'e's a real good Brother now. 's real good t' meet one'a his friends, too."

Quinten smiles, "And it is good to meet his son. Im happy for him... you must be what.. 4 seasons? 5 seasons old? I've missed alot... but well that is what i get for volunteering for a Long Patrol."

Tameus nods. "Four, aye. An' 'm gonn' join up as a recruit soon 's 'm old 'nough."

Quinten smiles, "You'll make a good recruit, but has your Grandmother warned you about how hard it is? Being woken up before dawn to run 4 times around the mountain. Guard duty, weapons training, kitchen duty, scrubbing pots and pans, cleaning your own uniform, Discipline, guard duty up on the crater in the rain."

"Not to mention," Anselm shudders, walking in. "Healing training."

Quinten smiles at Anselm, "Oh yes... I had to do some of that too.. right up until I reinvented this really interesting way to dye a beasts fur. I raided the healer's stocks of herbs for the ingredients." he settles back with his drink. "Ah those where fun days."

Tameus adds to this, "I get up early t' go runnin', an' train all th' time, an' help wit' th' kitchen an' in th' 'firmary an' all'a 't. Came 'ere early t' get a 'ead start, see, since 'm gonn' be Colonel one day."

Tameus looks over toward Anselm now, and grins. "H'lo 'nselm!"

Anselm returns the grin and waves to the leveret, and heads over. The hare plops himself down in one of the larger armchairs, and puts his feet out to the fire to warm. "'Lo, Tam."

Quinten grins and nods to Anselm. "Good day there, pleasure to meet you young sir. I'm Private Quinten, newly returned to the mountain. "Colonel" Tam here was filling me in." he glances at Tam and sighs, "I'd be happy with just one promotion.. maybe now I am back I can earn one."

"Well good luck then," Tam says, finishing his drink and setting the cup down. "An' thank y' f' th' drink! 'm gonn' go fin' me some food 'fore I go back ou'side 'gain."

Anselm returns both the grin and the nod, eyes closing on the downbeat, opening on the upswing. "Anselm Ferdibrand Hobson Rufus Baxter Hadrian Henning. But we'll keep it to Anselm, f' time's sake."

You exclaim, "Oh ho! Fullnames is it." his smile grows wider. "It is Quinten Taran Marben Teno Aluioscious Tof'marole Delmenare." he bows in his seat and grins. "But you can call me Quint. Newly arrived from a Long Patrol down south.""

Anselm smiles in return. "Down south, y'say? Must've left b'fore my time. How's the bally underbelly of the world?"

Quinten chuckles. "Was about 6 seasons ago that I left on that there patrol. Down south is quietish. Pirates on the coast line, Southsward is a little picturesque kingdom of quiet under the rule of the Regent and their king. Not a bad place, but it's good to be home. That was one heck of a Long Patrol and sleeping outdoors leaves one a bit rough around the edges."

Quinten grins softly, "Oh yes.. I graduated after the Vermin assault that took over the mountain for a time. Was part of the liberation force!" he touches his ragged ear. "Is how I lost the top of me ear."

What do you want to whisper?

Anselm grins absently, fingering the recruit symbol on his shoulder. "Yeh... I intend to be movin' up soon as poss."

Quinten smiles and nods, touching his Private's badge on one lapel. "Greatest day of my life.. the day I was promoted to patroller."

"Indeed." Anselm's eyes are on the fire, now. "Once I make fighter, things'll be different."

Quinten grins, "Oh? How different? Trust me it just gets harder when you are made fighter! Patrols! Shifts, getting up early." he touches an ear. "Vermin."

Anselm shakes his head, stifling a dry chuckle. "Well, I'm not gonna say 'world at m' fingertips' or somethin' like that."

Quinten laughs and grins, "Tis the life to live though! Truly it is you could not wish for a better life. The Long Patrol turned me from a wretched half starved orphan into well.. an honest hare."

Quinten chuckles nad leans back, "Oh aye... I was a bit of a waif... was found half dead on the shore line near the marshes..."

Quinten sighs and stares into the flames. "No.. but well Father died, on me and my brother and sister. We where triplets you see. He told us to come to Salamandastron.. we had to cross the marsh and only I made it."

Anselm nods along, looking at the older buck in the corner of his eye. "That's terrible. Couldn't you ha' gone to Halyard?"

You ask, "Halyard? Not really... I mean... we where the other side of the marshes... Halyard is north, the Marshes are south... and we where right the other side of them... where the mountains are." "

Anselm nods in realization. "Ah, I see."

Quinten nods, "I still have hope they are out there someplace... " he smiles and then perks up. "But enough about that depressing subject!"

Anselm nods, grins. "How old were you when y' graduated?"

You ask, "Mmm me?" he scratches at his chin, "I was 12 seasons when I graduated.""

Anselm whistles softly. "What'd /you/ do wrong."

Quinten ahems and blushes. "Bit of a.. mm hiccup whilst on exchange with Redwall Abbey... bit of bother with some Dibbuns and a weasel.."

Anselm asks, "Really?"

Quinten nods his head and runs a hand through his head fur. "Aaaaand a bit of a arguement with Ender.. and 4 months in the infirmary when he pushed me over a bar-bell and I cracked my head open...

Quinten is sat by the fire place with Anselm, the hare with part of one ear missing looks a bit ragged around the fur from several seasons out on a Long Patrol to the south. His uniform is clean however and the jacket is draped over the back of his chair. He has a drink and seems to be in the middle of listing all the "Fun" things He did as a recruit which delayed his graduation. "So yeah.. mm I think they only made me a private because I helped win the mountain back from a bunch of vermin."

Anselm says, "Yeh, I heard about that."

~*~*~Taye~*~*~

    At eleven seasons, Taye is no longer the adolescent he once was. In the

past few seasons, The buck before you has grown from a runt into a long,

lanky hare. Neither thin nor overly built, Taye possesses that lean but

effective sort of muscle that goes hand in hand with a regimen of frequent

running.

    A pale, pale blue, the buck's eyes are ever-expressive of his emotions;

he is well on his way to smile and frown lines, in equal measure. His

ears, like most hares, are large and often a-twitch.

    His fur, grown slightly coarser with adulthood, is an all-over tan shade,

save for a couple of exceptions. His ears are tipped with a brown that is

almost black, and upon his cheeks and snout he sports a light smattering of

dark freckle-like flecks, giving him a perpetually innocent look.

    As a runner of the Patrol, he usually packs light. His uniform, padded

to provide some protection during battle, consists of a leafy green tunic

and dark brown pants. The tunic is covered in pockets of various sizes,and

each is utilized to its fullest. Upon each shoulder a black badge is sewn.

Each badge shows two white lines running parallel and a small white square

in the center, indicating a runner of lieutenant rank.

Into the rec room walks Taye! He's no doubt changed since the last time Quinten's seen /him/, too. The buck heads for the bar and the barhare, Neville, but his ears are tuned to the conversations floating around, including the one by the fireplace. He orders a drink, waits.

Quinten flicks his ears as he hears a somewhat familiar voice talking to Neville, he peers around his chair and stairs at Taye. trying to work out who that is. His eyes widen as he suddenly recognizes them. "Taye! Is that you?"

Taye's ears flick. He /thought/ there was something oddly familiar about that voice... Taye looks around, eyebrows shooting up. It takes him a moment, but then he blinks. Grins! "Oy! Is that you, Quint?" He takes his ale when it is served to him, comes over to Quinten with paw extended. "S'been ages, mate. How've ya been?"

Quinten laughs and shakes the paw, "You bet it's me!" he eyes Taye's shoulder badge, "Lieutenant," he grins. "Got back last night from Southsward. Seasons look at you, yer taller then me!" he grins as that was never very hard considering how compact Quint's always been. "How are you? I heard the darndest news! Is it true Harper is Redwall Recorder?"

Taye laughs! It's a kind of satisfied sound. He shakes the paw firmly, grinning. "Welcome back! Oh, me? I'm good. Great! And yeah - Abbey Recordah. Kinda crazy, eh? Who woulda thought Harp'd end up an Abbey Brothah. Peaceable 'n' all that rot, eh?" He shakes his head, then lifts his ale. "You want? I c'n getcha one."

Quinten grins, "I'd love one Taye! Really I would you have no idea how boring water gets. And the baths! Oh the baths where something else! I forgot what a hot bath was like. But ah that's life on patrol I guess."

What do you want to whisper?

Taye passes Quinten his own mug, then scoots back towards the bar. "I'll be back!" he waves a paw over his shoulder. "So how ya been?" he calls back.

Quinten sits down in the armchair again and lifts his feet up onto the table. "Been good, learnt alot whilst out. Some good fighting too. Certainly learnt alot about being a patroller, and according to the Lieutenant in charge of my patrol i've "Grown up" and am no longer the "Troublesome element the colonel wanted out from under her feet."

Taye chuckles. "Well, ya know, we /all/ kinda got undah their feet when we were youngah," Taye excuses Quinten. Grins. Shrugs. "We've all kind of grown up, eh? I can't believe how /young/ the recruits look these days. They get smallah each season."

Quinten laughs, "I know! I can scarecely credit this as the same mountain. I was never that small was I? Or that gangly? Thuogh I need to talk to who ever is teaching those younguns to box! Knocked a young private for six earlier, dropped his guard completly in the middle of a match."

Taye smirks. Shakes his head. "Ah, they're not so bad. They just... lack the benefit of our experience. The mountain's been pretty tame the last few seasons."

You say, "Well here is hoping it stays nice and tame. If the worst that happens is we all get good at gardening that's a good thing in my book." he takes a long sip of his ale and sighs, "This... I missed this.""

Taye drains a third of his own. Ahhhh, good stuff. "I can't say I miss the downtime... I hurt m'leg in a battle ovah in Mossflowah - s'been nice t'have the rest." Taye shrugs. "Well. It's good t'have you back. I couldn't do a long patrol like tha'. I'd miss this ole place too much."

Quinten smiles, nursing his ale happily, "Mmm well I volunteered tae go, best decision I made, think it helped settle me down. Being away from here for a bit. Less chance to get in trouble when it is just the three o ya together, loping along all day long, camping at night. Battling verming, helping the opressed, being chased by crabs, hiding up a tree from a bunch of shrews ya know how it goes."

With a happy sigh Quinten settled in for an evening of yammering and catching up with Taye, before retiring with some reluctance to bed. Knowing that all too soon he'd be back on active duty as a hare of the Long Patrol!