Quinten Log 138 - 27 06 2006

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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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Gregorian gives his own parchment a glance and hmms a little "Suppose

aside from the running on the beach not been out of the mountain a lot

lately...could be good for a change"

Cade nods, "Same here. I have to go running with the runners all of the

time, but its not all that special when you're gasping for air while

trying to keep up." He then mutters something about long legs

Moving into the Dinning Hall from the kitchens carrying a mop and a

bucket comes Quinten, he waves his ears at the others and then sets to

mopping up a spill over by one of the tables.

Cade shrugs and says, "Aye, that's what everyone's been saying. Half

wish they would exclude me from the runs. Main reason I decided to join

the runner recruits is the tracking training." He follows Greg's gaze to

the other hare and then back to the bottom of his cup

Quinten looks up after cleaning up the spill and moves over to Cade and

Greg, "Afternoon Greg, friend cade."

Gregorian looks up to Quinten and raises a paw to him "Hullo...say, yah

used tah have problems keepin' up with the runnahs too didn't yah?"

Cade arches a brow as quinten addresses him, one of those 'why'd you

call me that' expressions. He nods then sets his cup down and opens the

parchment once more to read over it

Quinten looks at Cade and grins, "Tis how i greet alot of people i

know...we are friends are we not?" He then turns to Greg and grins, "Used

to being the right word Greg, got some good practice in on the way back,

i was keepig up with them all like nothing at the end."

Cade gives quinten another odd look and says, "We've only talked a few

times..." he says in answer, then goes back to reading the equipment

list

Gregorian nods to Quinten "There we go, practice makes perfect" that's

all he's currently got to say before he goes back to his food again for

a moment.

Quinten shrugs at the squirrel, "Well we're not enemies and I didn't

think we hated one another so friend seemed appropriate, I'll not use it

again Recruit Cade." He looks at Greg and smiles, "SO how you been

today Greg?"

Cade just gives a shrug and says, "Fair enough." He then tucks the

parchment under his belt and stands up, taking his plate of food to the

drop off and then heads to the exit

Gregorian shrugs to Quinten's question "Well enough, can't complain and

all that stuff, they given yah one of these sets of ordah's for patrol

yet?"

Quinten shakes his head, "No not received anything from anyone, wot

patrol?"

Gregorian picks up his letter off the table and offers it to Quinten

"Recruits and privates going on a little training trip outside the

mountain"

Quinten frowns at the letter and reads it, "I never got one of

these....." his ears pin back and he sighs, "Maybe i'm not going...wouldn't

surprise me."

Gregorian shakes his head and finishes his drink before speaking again

"Yah weren't here for the mail, I'm sure yah goin'"

Quinten sighs and flops down in a chair, "I wouldn't be surprised if

the Colonel made me stay at home, would be fitting with my punishment."

Gregorian leans over and goes to give the other buck's ears a stern

thwap "Takin' a beast who's supposed to be training out of a training

exercise makes small sense now stop feelin' so sorry for yahself"

Quinten winces and feels his ears, "Heeey....that hurt Greg." He frowns

at the other buck and grins, "Ahhh your right....will wait and see."

Gregorian puts on a smile at the last bit "That's bettah, anyway, how's

yah day been goin' then? More dull classes I guess"

Quinten shakes his head and grins, "Nah...got a compliment in class for

showing some recruits how to hold a fighting stance, took em through

the basics."

Gregorian grins slightly "See, things lookin' up already, good for yah,

be back up with the first recruits in no time"

Quinten shakes his head, "Maybe Greg but you'll all be privates by

then."

Gregorian leans down on the table to grumble a little "Should bally

well hope so, two beasts now that is, one even spotted was a little oldah

than othah recruits...makes feel very dumb tah still be one tahday"

Quinten waves a paw, "Ahhh cheer up Greg least your about to go up

surely? I'm so far down i can't even sniff Private yet."

Taye has left.

Gregorian glances round towards the door "Hmm, aye, soon, don't know

when though, don't really know what tah do now, decided wanted tah go up,

now..clue less"

Quinten nods his head, "Well have you tried asking an officer? darklett

maybe? He may be out of the patrol but he'll know what you need to do."

Somewhere on the muck, Ender has connected.

Gregorian hehs and looks back to Quinten with a slight smirk "Have yah

tried findin' them? Always there when yah don't want them but seek them

and they're no where tah be found....ok, I've not really been tryin'

and all but I haven't bumped into one yet...speakin' of Darklett, Taye

had a petition tah get him back in the patrol"

Quinten's ears perk at the mention of petition, "He does? Think it'll

do any good? and hmmm ye know your right...Major Jariil was never around

when i was doing good, only when things went wrong."

Gregorian shrugs at the question "Couldn't hurt and worth a try,

suppose officah's are supposed tah be around tah fix wot goes wrong and that

sort of thing, where they hide till tha' happens though I don't know"

look going around the room apparently for hiding officers.

Quinten looks about and grins, "Then do something wrong, something mild

and minor and I am sure someone will arrive, Just make sure i am not

around."

Gregorian can only laugh at the suggestion "Even if that did work I'd

rathah not be in trouble with an officah and then two minutes latah be

askin' how tah become a private"

Quinten smirks and waves a paw in the air, "Was a joke Greg come on

even my humour is not that bad."

Gregorian chuckles and shakes his head "I wasn't takin' yah seriously

ol' chap"

Quinten grins and shakes his head, "See there it is letting me down

again,"

Gregorian flicks a large crumb at the other buck "Bah, yah just

hopeless"

Quinten smirks and nods, "Aye that i am."

Gregorian tidies the plate in front of him to one side and finally

tucks his letter away into his tunic "Well maybe one of them will poke

their nose in on me while I'm using up all their metals"

Quinten chuckles and shakes his head, "Oh yes maybe, someone has to pop

in sooner or later."

Gregorian grins slightly "I'm sure they will, bound tah have somebeast

show up and ask why I'm in there one day..it's not exactly my job aftah

all"

Quinten waves a paw and grins, "Ahhh its ok, we all have our hobbies

and your not doing any harm."

Gregorian continues to grin quite a bit "I don't know, was talkin' tah

the forge beast, he was thinkin' might be alright tah, undah his

supervision and all, try and make me hammers"

Quinten smiles, "Oooooh you mean make them yourself? Now that is

something.."

Gregorian looks almost proud "Aye, make them myself, he'd be helpin' of

course, I'm not tha' good I'm sure, hmm, got rest of today and tomorrow

before got this patrol thing...very little time, could end up makin' do

with sword instead"

Quinten shoos you away from the table. "Well go get started Greg, you

got any chores? I'll pull em for you."

Gregorian perks up entirely at the idea that he could leave off chores

to go concentrate on it "Very kind of yah Quint, might just have enough

time for it" doesn't waste much time in getting up and heading for the

door.

Quinten waves a paw, "Your welcome Greg, just remember you owe me a

favour./"

Gregorian waves a paw distractedly behind him "Right yah are" and with

that he dashes out the door.

Quinten smiles and stands up to go check what chores Greg has

scheduled."

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