Quinten Log 150

Salamandastron: Caverns - Archery Range

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As the training room cannot fit a truly adequate, large enough archery range, this large room, down in the caverns of the mountain, has been converted into one. It, in itself, is rather cavernous, and is more long than it is wide. The furthest wall from the entrance is lined with archery targets, at least a ten, and they are each separated by a few feet. Along the closest wall to the door, barrels are placed, containing arrows as well as bows, to practice with. Further, the walls are lined with torches, though the ones behind the archery targets are protected by metal grates, of a sort. The room is relatively well lit, and is usually a moderate temperature.

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Early morning, hardly anyone in the archery room, most of the mess that had been left behind by the vermin had been cleared away by efficient young hares in pure military fashion. Major Jarril Blackpaw is standing by his own, a bow in his paw as he reaches back behind him with a quiver of arrows before pulling one out. No sounds are made from the hare apart from the sound of shaft wood rubbing against the bow as he draws it back, the string making a sound as it stretches. With a loud noise, the arrow whistles through the air followed quickly by the loud twang of the string before another loud thud as the arrow hits squarely in the centre of the target.

The door opens a beast walks in carrying a large bundle of arrows in his paws, it is Quinten and the arrows appear to be fresh from the craft room and the fletcher. He moves over to one of the large barrels and deposits them in one of the large barrels designed to hold them. Once he has deposited them he looks around and spotting the Major begins to make his way towards him brushing wood shavings off his tunic. "Morning Major."

Only a nod is given back to the voice as Jarril lets off another shaft into the target before replying. "Late shift?" The major up early for any of the young lot to be down here yet.

Quinten shakes his head, "No Major up early, couldn't sleep so went for a run and finished off some things in the crafts room."

Jarril shows a sly grin as he walks down to pick off the arrows poking out from the target he's been shooting at all morning. "Same, though I've heard you've been doing okay since you've arrived back." Grasping an arrow, the major pulls it out. "Not heard anything from you after you left, didn't want to take up the offer on writing then?"

Quinten moves to pick up a bow and starts to string it. "I wrote some letter sir but things kind of went down the drain after the vermin attacked an aye never got chance to send em. Now i can't find em they where in me room."

Jarril nods his head. "Ah, well. Forget about it then, can't be helped." He looks at Quinten with some thoughtful look on his face. "Hmm, you do know that Flaxpaw is back at the mountain, right?"

Quinten nods his head, "I heard sir yes, not seen her yet though...how is she?" He shiftsnad selects an arrow and loads it onto his bow before raising it and sighting along it.

Jarril slowly takes out the last arrow and smiles. "Oh you be pleased that she's not seeing any vermin anymore. But, aye she's going okay." The major smiles, wondering if Harper will ask permission or go to his other father for that. "Anyways, just wondering that she may get back into the patrol again but after you two had a few arguements. I was hoping that wouldn't be repeated."

Quinten releases the arrow and it thunks into the outer ring of the target, he frowns at it and then nods. "Oh no sir...arguement..was over her seeing tha vermin i could see he was a bad one but she didn't want to listen. I'll not start anything."

Jarril pauses in walking back and looks at Quinten. "No, do start something if anything like that happens again. I should've stepped in on the matter. Vermin and hares don't mix, I know that now." Looking at his bow he shakes his head. "Quinten, there are some very rare vermin that are good. Me and Colonel Zoe used to know a marten named kevarr. Lived at the abbey, she ended up good in her own little way, but those are rare." Giving a cough, he smiles. "Anyways, what I am trying to say is that if you see anything like that happen again, do get into it or find someone else to help out."

Quinten nods his head and picks up another arrow and shifts, "Yes sah....i'll do that. I should have kept me temper and come spoke to you about it. Was hoping Harper would have said something or done something though as he seemed to get on with Flax better then me."

Those words bring an amusing look on the major's face as Jarril makes his way back to where he started from and slowly selects another arrow. "Hmm, yes..." He coughs and clears his throat. "They do seem to be getting on well, aye.."

Quinten eyes the Major and his ears perk forwards, "Ye ok there major? Or is there something i should know?"

Jarril shakes his head. "Nope, nothing to know right about now. I'm sure things will work out and we all know eventually, er, wot." The major aims a arrow and gets it into the centre again.

Quinten looks at Jarril and then smirks softly, "Aye sir am sure we'll all hear about it soon, ye say it was just You and Flax and Harper who came back?"

Jarril hmms. "Well, most of the recruits. I think they be heading back though in a day or two, some new recruits as well perhaps." Lowering the bow the hare smiles. "I am sorry to regret but I won't be heading back with them. I think a major or a colonel is heading off with them."

Quinten looks at Jarril, "You are a Major sah...but i understand what you mean, guess you've done your stint with em." He pauses to release anoother arrow, hitting further towards the centre of the target this time. "Had they started the bell tower?"

Jarril nods. "I think Skipper Hallow arrived there to help in getting the materials so aye, I think they would've started building it now." Sighing slightly. "Sorry how things worked out over there, I know how much you wanted for it to succeed."

Quinten smiles sadly and puts his bow back, "Aye i'm sorry too sah... i let you down big time."

Jarril pffts. "Let's not start that one again. You didn't, you brought yourself back up, you helped get this place back in our control. I'd say that you learnt the lesson well and will be a fine officer in the end. Though excuse me when I say I was a bit worried back then."

Quinten nods his head, "You had every right to be worried sah, i'd wandered off the path a bit but you helped stick me back on it."

Jarril nods. "So who was teaching you back here?"

Quinten shrugs, "Erm most everyone really Lt. Honeydew, Major Sanhorn ye know tha usual."

Jarril grins. "What about Lt. Zeraph...?" Not firing anymore arrows, the major is happy that he's still got what it takes and moves to sitting down on the bench at the other side of the room now. "Also, have things quietened down now from the others, since you know the demotion?"

Quinten nods, "Oh yes the Lt. an me have been boxing alot as well an ya things were never really tha bad to begin with."

Jarril nods. "Good, well keep at it." He pauses for a moment. "Fire another arrow again and let me see what you're doing wrong, hmm."

Quinten nods and picks up another arrow, he sets it in place and sights along it, hiw bow wavering slightky to the left as he shifts to peer along the arrow. He releases it and once again it hits the target to the left. "I'm better at unarmed combat but from the sounds of it, thats not an allowed speciality."

Nodding his head, Jarril smiles. "Well, usually it's not when the other is armed themselves." Getting up he marches over and stands behind Quinten. "You're not keeping your arm still while you're aiming. Exhale and hold your breath as well before firing. Try and lock the arm holding the bow still."

Quinten nods his head and does as he's told, breathing out slowly and holding himself still, his arm trembles as he tries to lock it and when he fires the arrow sinks into the target just off centre. "I know sah....still its useful i found...to combine unarmed tactics with sword fighting/"

Jarril nods. "Better..." He steps back with a grin. "Well, remember that you can't be good at everything, choose which you are good at, one or two things and stick to it, practise all the time and you never know, one day you be teaching young hares yourself and pulling your fur out on their actions."

Quinten laughs softly and shakes his head and glances over at the other buck, "Can you really see me teaching others? Maybe how to keep a tidy journal but i don't think i'd be much of a teacher."

Grinning, Jarril replies. "Well, we were all at your age at one point and getting into trouble, doesn't mean that you can't end up passing your skills and experience to others younger than you later on. Besides, you already got something behind you now, the retaking of this mountain. No doubt there be some wet behind the ears leverets just entering the recruit service will need to learn from that. It's how it goes, so yes, one day you will end up teaching what you know. Only way to pass on knowledge to a new generation and keep the patrol running. But if you don't think you be up to it, that's fine as well." Snerk.

Quinten smiles and waves his ears back and forth, "Give me ten seasons or so sah and aye'll probably be teaching em, yar right is tha only way tae keep tha patrol running." He shifts and raises his bow again. "I'd like to concentrateo n me sword play more but i've got to follow the lower level recruit programme so its hard."

Jarril gives a thoughtful rub of his whiskers and nods. "Well, let me work something out, see if something can be done about that. Anyways, I best go and see my patrol for morning roster." Turning to go. "You make it, you've already proved that by working hard. Laters, recruit."

Quinten smiles and wavees a paw, "See you later sah, take care now." He turns back to firing arrows at tuhe targets.

- The Morning Passes

Salamandastron: Forge Room

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You are in a fairly large room, the walls rising up around you hewn from

solid rock. In the center stands a colossal object - the forge. Steam is

constantly rising from the forge due to the intense fire burning within.

The typical accessories are set around the perimeter of the forge:

billows, tongs, and a large bucket of cool water. Lining the walls are

finished and unfinished items ranging from great battle-axes to little

forks. A large ventilation shaft is above, raised higher than the rest of

the room to permit the rising heat to escape. Because of the flames the

room is well lit, although quite warm. Over in the corner of the room is

a small pile of raw ore just waiting to be molded into some implement or

another.

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The forge is probably one of the worst places can be on a hot day yet here Greg is again, sat at a work bench, tunic of his uniform rested next to him on the table and keeping safe a few small bits of metal on top of it while he works with other fiddly little bits.

The door opens and Quinten pokes his head around it, "Greg there you are...come on out of there and get something to eat."

Gregorian ears perk a little and he looks over to the door "Wot? Not lunch time already is it?"

Quinten nods his head, "Tis mid day Greg."

Gregorian glances over to the window and frowns slightly in mild surprise "Huh...didn't think had been in here so long, alrigh', let me pack up" quickly taking all his bits of metal and putting them back out the way on the table so he can get to his tunic again.

Quinten nods and leans on the doorframe, "might have known you'd not have noticed, thought we could take something up to Fred like?"

Gregorian stalls to a stop midway through putting on his tunic when he hears Quinten, a long pause follows before he quickly shakes his head and finishes sorting out his uniform "No, no, best not"

Quinten frowns at Greg, "Why not? You've not been up to see him at all and if its the two of us taking a friend some lunch should be ok."

Gregorian continues to play with his uniform, straightening it out "I've been up to see him plenty, go up there everyday, or would yah care to dispute me word and say yah've know where I am all the time?" frown on his face, he's a little irritable.

Quinten blinks, "Oh sorry Greg aye thought ye were avoiding going up thar alone ye know? In case people asked questions, but tha is cool."

Gregorian finally gives Quinten a rather hard look "Yah think anybeast is goin' tah keep me from him while he's like that? We have a system, it works, I drop by tah visit a friend, chatter about nothing" something entirely changes to make him smirk at that moment before he goes on "Pass a letter or two between us...it works"

Quinten nods his head and takes a step backwards. "Ok ok i believe ye...see its a testamant tha its working tha no one has mentioned it."

Gregorian raises a brow to the back steps, a puzzled expression coming over his face "Wot's wrong?"

Quinten shakes his head, "Yer getting angry with me Greg aye kin just tell"

Gregorian sighs faintly and heads towards the door at last "I'm not angry with yah Quint, just not havin' the best time righ' now"

Quinten nods his head and lets his ears drop down his back, "Aye..seems everyones avin a bad time of it. Did ye hear about Darklett"

Gregorian pauses and looks at Quinten out the corner of his eye "Wot's happened tah Darklett now?"

Quinten blinks, "Ow can ye not ave heard he killed tha badger from Halyard last noight, Miss Apple, story is all over tha mountain."

Gregorian glares at the other buck "I'm not exactly in the loop a lot of times" he actually yells back before really taking in what Quinten said "Wait, wot? He killed that badger from Halyard....Why?.."

Quinten takes another step back and shakes his head, "I don't know why, something about them having an arguement."

Gregorian looks almost confused by it "She was a good beast, I'd seem her before, granted broke a few doors by the sounds of things but was pregnant at the time...great scott she was pregnant..she'll have a child and he killed her over an argument.." started back into the room again now at a slow pace.

Quinten shakes his head, "Aye know...Her Son was there in the corridor apparently when it happened, sounds like we're going to have to take him in."

Gregorian sighs and can't help but keep shaking his head too "He hasn't been taken in already? Would think he would have been for a thin' like tha'"

Quinten sighs and shrugs, "It was self defence apparently....not sure what to believe but he was injured himself."

Gregorian frowns and shakes his head still, a paw running through his headfur "Well it's not up tah us tah decide.....Gah! Alright, lets just go eat already, see Freddie while we're at it"

Quinten nods and smiles and heads out of the door, "Great idea i'm starved."

Gregorian just grunts once as he follows the other out.

- Moving Room

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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Freddie is much like the last time still lying around in a bed staring at the ceiling and looking a little bored by it all by now.

Quinten walks in carrying a large tray in his paws, he makes a bee line for Fred and waggles his ears at him.

Gregorian isn't far behind him, a glance going around the room as he follows Quinten to Freddie. Well that woke Freddie up at least, glancing to the door as it opens he brightens up rather quickly when it seems he has visitors! "Hello there you pair, oh and you brought food, how nice"

Quinten smirks at Fred and goes to plop himself down on the bed next to him, "Aye that we did, can't have you starving away up here after all."

Freddie grins a little and shuffles up into a sitting position in the bed "I'd have been happy with just the visit but the food, cake and icing dear chap"

Quinten winks at Freddie and takes the covers off the tray, revealing a large lunch for three beasts at least.

Gregorian settles down to sit on the bed as well, still looking round the room more than paying attention to them until Freddie notices and gives him a pat on the paw "Stop worrying about wotevah pet" he says before looking to the food and going to take some "I say, nice spread, well done"

Quinten smirks and picks up a scone, "Greg put most of it together i just selected tha ole drinks."

Freddie chuckles quietly and isn't wasting much time in tucking in just incase healers should have something against him eating it "Oh well, he always could put togethah a good scoff" Greg just sits there watching Fred for a moment before he finally takes something to eat for himself "As much as possible, that's my way"

Quinten picks up one of the large jugs and pours out three beakers of sparkling raspberry cordial

Freddie smirks at one of the other hares in the infirmary who seems to be looking very interested in the food, Fred going to chuck a scone over at him "Have some yahself" a small grin going to one of the healers as he gets a stern look for that "Yah care for some too miss?" he gives Quinten a nudge and lowers his voice "Quick give her something to keep her in a good mood"

Quinten smirks and holds out a beaker of cordial to the healer, "For ye ma'am"

The healer glares slightly at Quinten but takes the beaker and turns to deal with other patients. Freddie giving a small grin to Greg "See? Got the whole place undah my thumb"

Quinten chuckles softly and sips his own drink, "Aye yer pretty good at this running things Fred, but then i prised greg out of the forge."

Freddie looks back to Quinten again and smirks "Well then, I would bow to you if I could, that' quite a feat sometimes" Greg just rolling his eyes and grinning a little bit.

Quinten chuckles and nudges Greg in the ribs, "He was claiming he'd lost track oh time but i think he's more in love wid metal then food."

Freddie looks up to Greg who with all the attention is starting to become mildly embarrassed and just eating, Fred grins slightly "Well I shop hope he isn't in love with eithah" just receives a look for that before Freddie glances back to Quinten "He'll turn up when he's hungry half the time, has to happen sooner or later"

Quinten laughs softly and shakes his head, "Oh i don't know Fred, i've had to pry him loose from the forge too many times to believe his stomach has any control ovr him. Wot kinda hare is he aye?"

Freddie just smiles and settles back against his pillows, letting Greg work on the food "You'll have time again sometime and like they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder, you'll have a lot more to write about next time you get the chance"

Quinten smirks and flops back, "Tell me about it...i got no idea what to write about first."

Freddie chuckles a little and shakes his head "You'll work it out when the time comes, just start from the beginning and work through everything"

Quinten nods, "Aye tht is all i can do realy"

Freddie sighs faintly as he relaxes, still smiling and now under the watchful eye of Greg "You'll do your best, is all anyone can do...how's the mountain looking now?"

Quinten smiles and nods, "Its looking quite ship shape, asides from the dead badger in the Secondary Infirmary, but you've probably heard the rumours flying around about tha.""

Freddie's face sort of sinks and he exchanges a look with Greg before nodding "Heard the healers talking about something like that yes" Greg continues to look at him for a while before finally breaking his long silence "I'm sure there's happiah things tah talk of than beasts dyin'"

Quinten nods and sits up straighter, "Aye that thar are, loike Major Jarril spoke to me earlier, seemed to think i was doing good. Right officer material he called me."

Freddie tries for a small smile, nodding a little bit "Well that is good, hope you make it, would be nice to actually /know/ one of these officahs for once"

Quinten chuckles and nods, "Aye that would be something wouldn't it."

Gregorian smirks faintly and shakes his head at Quinten "Colonel Quinten, fightah of the long patrol and of course would nevah forget wife Gabby, couple of mini Quintens" he's semi teasing which earns him a small hit on the arm from a grinning Freddie.

Quinten laughs and nudges Greg, "Tha wife part i'd be jhappy with not too sure about the mini Quinten's though...kin we even have children?"

Gregorian thinks on it for a moment even glances to Freddie to see if he knows, both just kind of shrugging before he looks back to Quinten "Not a clue, got more chance than I evah will and even if yah can't there's always parentless little dibbuns about the place who'd be happy for the pair of yah"

Quinten nods and then frowns, "Of course if Gabby becomes a sister..an i'm here being a fighter...well not much of a relationship is it."

Freddie leans over to aim a light couple of pats at Quinten's arm "Things change over the seasons, don't think about it just yet maybe"

Quinten nods his head and picks up a lettuce leaf and munches on it, a frown still on his muzzle, "Aye...good thinking Fred."

Freddie looks faintly worried, looking back to Greg again "Everything works out, someway or another, might not work out how you thought or wanted but just got to make the most of what you got" Greg's ears drooping more by the second.

Quinten smiles and nods his head and looks at you both, "Aye that you do, got to make the most of everything."

Gregorian looks down for a second before getting up with a sigh, a small smile going to the pair "I think I best get back to workin' and all" excuse made he makes for the door.

Freddie just nodding a little and watching him go "See you soon Greg.."

Quinten watches Greg leave andm urmurs to Fred, "I'm worried about him Freddie.."

Freddie nods a little, only looking to Quinten once Greg's out the door "You're not the only one" shows in his eyes too, is very worried.

Quinten pats Fred's paw and sighs, "What is wrong with him? Do you know?"

Freddie shakes his head and pauses in thought for a moment before replying "I don't know really, lot of things maybe"

You ask, "You and him maybe?" he asks in a quite voice"

And now Freddie looks even more worried, a quick look going to the door before he looks back to Quinten "You don't think so do you?"

Quinten shifts and nods, "I think..he's worried about you two being found our and thrown out like."

Freddie shakes his head a little and runs a paw over his headfur "He..he seemed almost happy at the idea a while back...what could have changed?.." the idea that Quinten could be wrong seems to have left him entirely.

Quinten shifts, "I could be wrong of course Fred....but i'm not sure, he just always seems to be fretting about it...."

Freddie signs and looks back to the door again "I know something's bothering him...I suppose that could explain it...I don't know what to do about that though..has he said anything to you?"

Quinten shakes his head, "Of course not Fred...an i don't think he's say anything even if i asked."

Freddie continues to stare at the door, much much more worried than he had been before "I need to get out of here, if I just wasn't stuck in here I could do something..anything"

Quinten nods his head and sighs, "Any idea when they are going to let you out?"

Freddie shakes his head "A week or two at least, will be hobbling around on this footpaw even then...I just wish I knew what was going through his mind.."

Quinten nods and grumbles "Ahhhh wish i could get you two alone so youc an talk some ye know?"

Freddie sniffs a little and dabs a bit at his eyes with a paw and tries to smile "Thanks, can't have him getting distracted and starving after all"

Quinten pats Fred's arm and shits awkwardly, "Hey now Fred don't worry about him..he'll be fine he'll distract himself with his forge work until you can get out and speak to him.

By now a few curious looks are coming from others in the room as Freddie just nods "Yes, he's good at getting distracted, bit of luck that'll keep him until I can get to him"

Quinten nods and straightens and frowns at all the nosey beasts and goes to start gathering up the tray and the objects on it

Taking the tray Quint sets it down on a side board and moves down the infirmary frowning and fiiddling with his ear. He's about to leave when one of the healer nabs him to look at his ear, starting to unwind the bandage ovr the tip of it

How long has it been since the day that the old otter had been flayed far too much, missing the entire rescue and all that has happened so far afterwards. All that Skipai does right now is sleep, his back bandaged up as he lays in the cot on his stomach, his thick rudder tail hanging out to the side, moving about a bit here and there.

With the bandage off it is possible to see that Quinten has lost the top three inches of his left ear. It is healing nicely though and the healer decides Quint can leave the bandage off, the young recruit is looking towards the otter and sighs. "Has mister Skipai not woken up?"

The healer just shrugs. "He's dehydrated, beaten, overworked for that... Well, I think he deserves as much bally rest don't you?"

Quinten nods his head and smiles, "Of course sah...just I miss his cooking not to mention seeing him up and about would be great."

Nodding his head, the healer again shrugs. "We can't do anything until he wakes." Turning his head to another hare needing attention he looks at the young recruit. "He has no family, could try talking to him." And that he moves off to tend to the sick.

Quinten nods and drags a chair over to the otters bed and sits down on it. "Hey Skipai sir, its me Recruit Quinten? You probably remember me from all those mornings of kitchen duty aye? Thought i'd sit down and have a chat maybe catch you up on all the good news." He falls silent and shifts a bit self conciously

No response comes from the otter at this time, though the back rises and falls slowly indicating that he's alive at least.

Quinten smiles and shifts on his chair, placing a paw on the otters shoulder lightly. "We did it, we drove out the vermin sir, your kitchens are looking spick and span again."

Skipai gives off a slight grunt to that one as one of his ears flicks about a bit. "Mmmrf..." Slowly he lifts his head up with a frown and weakly speaks. "Good..."

Quinten blinks at the otter and laughs starting up out of his chair. "Skip...yer awake...Ma'am..he's awake." He calls out to the healer and smiles broadly at him. "We did it sir, we got every single one of them out of the mountain."

The healer turns around and is busy refitting some bandages before replying. "Bit busy, you have to help him yourself. Try and get him to drink some water."

Quinten nods tot he healer and stands up going to pour water from a jug into a beaker and hold it out so the otter can drink from it. "Here we go sir, have a drink will make you feel a heck of alot better."

Skipai gives a dry cough but he slowly sips the water anyways for a while, keeping quiet as he tries to get comfortable. "Glad those chains are off me, who took them off?" The otter's throat still sounding a bit hoarse.

You say, "I couldn't say sah...every thing was a bit hectic the night we retook tha mountain.""

Skipai nods slowly. "Ah, learn to take everything in, even on a hectic situation, could save your life one day.." sighing slightly, the otter takes another sip. "I suppose you're all wanting me to cook again, right?" He smiles weakly before shaking his head. "It'll have to wait until I've recovered, not as young as I used to be."

Quinten smiles adn winks, "Aww but sah you've not tasted the slop they're serving up an calling food, us hares are starvin ta death without your cooking."

Skipai smiles. "Quint, lad, my back feels like a whale's hit it, I am sure you can wait another day or two at least until I am recovered." Frowning slightly but it's to the pain than anything he relaxes again. "One thing that can be done. Try and restock on the food and all. Village and other areas. I'll try and come up with something but if I have to work then I want volunteers, a lot of them as well.."

Quinten smiles and waves a paw, "Sah i was joking of course ye have to get well, you rest up don't worry Colonel and the officers have it all in paw. We've sent to the village for supplies and a restock as it is."

Giving a nod, the otter rolls his eyes. "And how much did that lot end up costing?"

Quinten shrugs "Aye don't know sah....also we've been out fishing alot as well. Making use of the other otters in the mountain to show us how."

Skipai nods. "See if they can get any seaweed for this back of mine as well, may speed things up, old mothers way, you know." The otter smiles. "Got bitten once by a pike when I was a pup." He laughs on that thought.

Quinten smiles softly and nods his head, "Aye'll see to it tha i bring you some back next time i go down to the shore. Does it hurt much? I mean it has been awhaile and all."

Skipai nods. "It get better in time, the wounds have healed over, just need to have cool washed out with clean water seaweed or river weed placed on it, that's all."

Quinten nods his head and smiles, "Well i can see about changing your bandages now and washing it down?"

Skipai nods his head. "Okay... So how is everyone? Anything happened at all?" The otter just lies there sipping water occasionally as his voice slowly starts to come back after each sip.

Quinten stands up and leans over the otter to begin remove his bandages using a pair of scissors to cut them and peel them back., "Ahhh well the Colonel lost an eye, alot of our young uns are missing...erm Darklett killed miss Apple from Halyard last night. The Library is back in order now an we are getting back into our normal routine."

Snort. "If that's what you call normal routine then I'm a fox." The otter mutters under his breath as he winces a bit from the removal of the bandages, showing the nice little pressies the vermin left with their whipping...

Quinten frowns at the scars and shakes his head and goes to get a bowl of slightly salted water and a sponge, slowly wiping them down. "Well as i say things are slowly getting back to normal

Hmmph. "Well, I hope so, but from what I heard looks like it isn't." He sighs slightly from the wiping but sometimes wincing. "Ah well, at least those will add to my character, have them for life now those." Regarding the scars.

Quinten nods and carries on wiping the scars down, "Aye tha they are indeed, damn nasty sir."

Skipai sighs slightly. "I suppose we're at war again, best get back into war rationing once more."

Quinten blinks, "Erm sah...aye don't think we'e at war just yet, we beat orf tha vermin ye knoo."

Skipai is old and he nods his head. "Oh yes, so you said. Sorry."

Quinten phews and wipes a paw across his forehead before setting the bowl back down. "Ye'd ave a mutiny if ye tried ta put us all on rations sah....a hares stomach wouldn't permit it wot."

Slowly tiring again, the otter smiles. "And I hit y' with a ladle, I will, aye.." Slowly the otter slowly slips back into sleep again, murmuring. "Just need rest..."

Quinten nods and re-bandages the otter's back and steps back, "Yes sah..i know what it feels like ta be on the wrong end of your ladle wot...now ye sleep sah i'll come up ann see ye tomorrow." He salutes and then heads out of the door.

- End Log