Quinten Log 20 - 11 12 2005

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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With:

[DYN] One eyed, Longpatrol Major, Jarril Black Fleetpaw.

[DYN] Taye

Taye nods, keeping quiet for the time during which Jarril directs the recruits. After the major has finished, and concludes speaking, Taye looks up and to the side at him. Squint. "Sah. was it all worth it? All the blood 'n' the death 'n all that? All this?"

Jarril keeps on looking from the front. "If ya mean was it worth gaining rank so quickly." He frowns a bit. "I am one of the youngest majah's in this patrol, partially due ta field promotion when others had fallen but I suppose so." He looks at Taye questionably. "I suppose this is the price ta pay for freedom and safety while there are still those outside that only accept the law of the blade." He moves his head back again and speaks softly. "But even so, I think one day we be a dying breed and things will move on for the better or worse. But don't ask me which as I wouldn't be able ta answer that one or try ta."

The door opens and Quinten walks in yawning and looking dishevelled, ears hanging down his back and a broom in his paws

Looking divided as to how he feels, Taye looks up at the taller Jarril with flattened back ears. "... No, I won't ask ya." His eyes cut away, towards the practicing recruits and then to Quinten. He smiles, ever so slightly. "... Mayhaps it's worth it. Mayhaps." Sigh. He scruffs at his headfur with his paw, shaking his head. He moves to stand, nodding to

Jarril. "I should be gettin' on. Thanks fer talkin' with me, sah."

Jarril nods at Taye. "Aye. Not a problem."

Quinten looks up and snaps to attention saluting Jarril "Sah.." he barks out nervously fingering the broom in his other paw

Taye nods to Quinten as he passes the younger hare, then heads for the door and out.

In a room page-pose, Taye scurries. Jar, you should send me the log at [[Mailto%3AKkrapf%40Gmail.Com|kkrapf@gmail.com]]. ;) *scurries*

Jarril just nods his head back and carries on watching the other hares.

Taye has left.

Quinten shuffles around behind the back of the officer thankful he's not being questioned, he's out of uniform, carrying a broom which he is trying to hide behind his back.

Jarril gives a slight frown on spotting. "Quinten, stop right there. What in the blathering hellgates are ya doing out of uniform?"

Quinten freezes and sighs "Cleaning sir..." he turns around and salutes "I just finisihed cleaning the sentry room and this broom came from inhere"

Jarril nods. "Good, was about time ya finished with that. Get back into uniform immediately and go back ta what duty ya supposed ta be on as well."

Quinten nods and stows the broom back where he got it from "Yes sir, am doing me best sir i've not been late for anything in two weeks now"

Jarril nods his head. "Glad ta hear of it, maybe ya name wouldn't come up in reports or discussions in the officers mess."

Quinten pauses on his way basck to the door "reports...discussions....is that a bad thing sir? I really am trying my best"

Jarril shrugs. "That I wouldn't know about but only stating what I have heard. But if that is the case then carry on doing ya best."

Quinten nods his head "Well i'm still having difficulties with swords, but i'm good with Javelins and i can box realy well, Howard gave me some lessons as did the colonel, and Lt.

Darklett too and i#ve been practicing hard at boxing honest i have"

Jarril nods. "Well, ya won't be seeing much or anything of me as I don't do those things. I don't train nor wish ta train fighters. However, if I find that sentry room in a mess while ya in it again, I'll come down harder than before."

Quinten swallows and salutes "You won't sah, ave been cleaning it regular like sah"

Jarril replies. "I am..." He shouts to someone else. "I said, keep arm straight!" Moving his head back again. "Glad ta hear it, I don't care if ya fightahs are a messy bunch but don't expect that sort from anyone."

Quinten stares at Jarril not quite sure what that last bit meant "I'm not messy...."

Jarril waves a paw as to dismiss Quinten. "Maybe so, maybe not. But I'd get back in uniform and head ta where ya should be now."

Sorrel walks in, having just enough of boxing for one day as she holds a napkin to her nose with one paw, the other rubbing some seriously nasty bruises on her right leg. She notices

Jarril immediately, whether he notices her or not, and hides the apkin, putting paws behind her back directly after brushing at a few specks of blood on her collar.

Quinten salutes and darts out of the room past Sorrel, going to get into uniform as quickly as he can before heading back down.

Jarril does notice but he turns his head away from Sorrel as he goes back to watches the hares practise with their archery. Now and again he gives a frown to the lack of any proper aiming that is protrayed with some of the younger lot.

Sorrel tries in vain not to limp as she walks over to the bows, the result merely a more pained expression with every other step. finally, and after a long and -trying- ordeal of trying not to get told off to the healers, she finds the only vacant lot next to Jarril, and comes to rest there, masking a pause for breath as a particularly careful aiming job. This pays off, as the arrow flies and embedds itself deep in the center of the target.

Quinten is soon back, poking his head around the door again, according to the schedule he's meant to have tactic lessons but the classroom was empty and it'd been cancelled so he decided that maybe watching the archery would be a useful thing to do.

Jarril carries on being silent once more as he just watches, keeping many from him from his thoughts as he either nods in approval to those that are doing well or frowning to those that aren't showing that they have learnt anything.

Sorrel goes on, unaware of anyone else, and hyper aware of jarril, realizing a hin of purple shows under her pant cuf, and fidgits with her foot paw a moment. after finally fixing that she looks up, spot Quinten and waving.

Quinten waves back to Sorrel with his free paw, he's replaced the broom in his other with a collection of javelins, intending to get some practice in with them when he's done observing the archery. Nothing he sees so far is helping him, he's useless with a bow, he can throw a javelin but is hopeless when it comes to bows

Jarril gets up and without making another sound or word on the contrary, he heads for the door leaving the hares in the training room to themselves. Several by the doorway do make themselves clear out of the way from the major's apparent bad mood.

Sorrel watches him, mouthing 'yeesh' to herself, before beckoning Quinten over with a paw, wincing as she unconsiously shifts the weight onto her right footpaw. she shifts it back immediately

Quinten watches Jarril leave and shakes his head moving ovver to stand nexct to Sorrel "He is in a grumpy mood, almost bit my head off earlier cause i was out of uniform, On his orders"

Sorrel laughs to herself, as apparently -nothin- not even a bad leg and bloody nose can sway her from her good vibes. "Well, -that's- a shame hse says, humming to herself as she notches the second bow.

Quinten turns to position himself next to you and peers out at the targets "Well Sorrel....bet i can out shoot you with a javelin"

Sorrel nods. "Oh aye, I bet ye can, at least while I'm 'oldin' this bow an' not aspear..." she says, smiling and looking as though not really paying attention to her surroundings. a sort of dream state.

Quinten frowns at you as he notes the dreamy look in your eyes "Sorrel...what is it you don't look so chipper"

Quinten frowns "Yes i am Sorrel now what is wrong.." he looks around nervously

Sorrel moves in closer. "Well then ,can ye keep a secret?1" she says, she altogether pink and red now, smiling like a schoolgirl, and making a total fool of herself.

Quinten looks puzzled and fiddles with his javelins "Well uhm sure...i guess"

Sorrel swells of then explodes hopping back and basically shouting, to the pain of some nearby new recruits ears. "Brivicus came back!!"

Quinten winces as his own ears are assulted, being the youngest recruit in the mountain and all "WHO is Brivicus..."

Sorrel blinks, looking at first offended by the fact that he didn't know. then it dawns on her. "OhBrivicua was here before you came! But he left a long time ago without tellin' anyone...but now 'ee's back!" she says, throwing her arms up and twirling about for a moment, before nearly falling on her injured leg.

Quinten watches you twirling "And this is a secret why?"

Rothal has arrived.

Sorrel grins "Aw mate now that's not a secret...The secret is..."

Quinten tilts his head "And the secret is?"

Sorrel comes in close again, and grabs quinten by the shoulders leaning in and whispering something in his ear.

Quinten's ears stand on end as he listens to her whispering, trying to make out what she is saying

Sorrel whispers, "she's saying he confessed his love and adoration and blablabla to her" to you.

Quinten rolls his eyes "Eeeeeew is that all?" the young hare doesn't seem that impressed, but then girls have cooties whether they're ust girls or patrollers.

Sorrel looks about to strike him over the head. "An' 'ey! one day ye'll feel the -same- about a doe, eh? righ' now ye think their disgustin' dontcha?"

Quinten screws up his muzzle and flicks his ears back "Ye al have cooties, he must be mad, what would he want to go and get cooties off yer for"

Sorrel looks extremely flustered, but after a while a spark goes off in her head and she grins. "inded, eh?" she says, reaching out to tickle the recruit.

Quinten yeeeks and leaps back out of reach "Heeey get yer paws away from me i don't want cooties i'll have to go have a bath"

Sorrel laughs. "Cooties eh? Like ah never 'eard tha' one before. wait till ye grow up, Quint, oh jus' wait.

Tam only seeing the last part of the encounter as he walks in, he chuckles and guesses by the look on the young hares face that he is... cootified

Quinten frowns at her worriedly "I'm going to grow up to be a fighta, not going to have time for does"

Sorrel laughs. "Oh aye, quinten, I'm a fightah as well, an' a damn good boxah if'n ye ask Zeraph 're anythin..."

Rothal enters the room quite a bit louder than usual, a moment or two after Tam, arguing with another hare while trying to drink from a mug of steaming liquid at the same time. The hare's fur seems icier than usual, meaning that he was, no doubt, out on another of his mind-numbing jogs.

Tam nods looking at the conversation, waiting untill he hears this comment "Aye, she practically killed me this mornin'

Quinten glances at Tam and moves towards him a bit "Well i box too.....i'm not to bad at it either....but i don't want cooties so stay back" he glances at Tam "Help she's trying to touch me"

Sorrel turns her head about to see whos entered, and smiles, twirling into Rothal. "Oh Rothal, isn't today jus' ....'ow d'ye say et, -Grand-?"

Tam laughs "Believe me you'll be askin' how to get a lady to touch you in about 2 seasons, but I don't believe she'd do that for nothin, what'd ye do mistah?"

You say, "NOthing" he almost wails, darting behind the older hare and peeking around his legs, Javelins in his paws "She just told me that this Brivicus is in love with her or something like that, sounds like he's asking for cooties to me""

Tam smiles "That's not that hard to believe" he remarks, letting the younger hare stay behind him "Not after lunch yesterday" he smiles

Rothal grabs Sorrel to steady her, or himself, and tries to steady his cup without spilling it on all and sundry. After yelling something at the hare with him, he glances down at Sorrel. "Afternoon, Sorrel. In a good mood today, then?"

Sorrel looks up to the hare with the liquid mustache. "Oh aye, -amazin'- Roth today's jus... one o' -those- days..."

Quinten stays put behind Tam peering out at Sorrel suspiciuously "Right...well remind me to avoid the does they're all crazy

Tam turns and looks at him "Crazy? okay, i just haven't me any that are"

Rothal keeps a firm hold on the twirling hare for the moment. "Aye, but h'it's about to get a lot worse, h'if h'I spill this all over yah."

Sorrel grins, stopping and taking the substance from him. "Even tha' wouldn' dampen my mood lad.." she says, taking a sip and coughing at it. "Roth...what -is- this?"

Quinten looks at Rothal trying to work out who they are and if he needs to salute, never having met them before

Rothal takes the drink back, chuckling. The hare who followed him down has left, no doubt plotting to start the argument again before long. "Jus' somethin' Nev whipped up for me. Yah probably wouldn't want any."

Sorrel frowns at it. "No ... Ah probably wouldn't..."

Tam turns to quinten "What you training for mate? figher, runner?"

Rothal releases Sorrel, sipping from the mug. "Yah might if yah'd been out runnin' for the past hour or so. H'It's bloody cold outside."

Sorrel nods. "Really? twas outside.. eh..in th' cratah yesterday, but that was round lunch time, an' uh, we- *I* was fine..."

Quinten looks up at tam "Fighter, i'm pretty good at javelins and boxing,"

Tam nods "Good, well so am I, You've got the look of a fighta on ye, and you've got time, to galvanize your skills." he turns back to Sorrel "What happened, did he propose or something?"

Quinten looks up at Tam, smile on his muzzle, "You think so sir? I can really make it as one? I'm hopeless, all the officers keep shouting at me about my bad luck and time keeping skills" he glances at Sorrel and wrinkles his nose "Gave him cooties i bet she did"

Rothal nods. "So yah say." He glances around, maybe wondering why Sorrel is here instead of the boxing chamber... or maybe why he's here. Engrossed in his argument, he must've lost track of where he was going.

Sorrel blinks. "Rothal. Brik is back. She says, and as if to answer the boxing question, she accidently puts her weight on her right leg, nearly collapsing with an "Oh!"

Rothal grabs her again, this time dropping his mug and spilling it on his leg. A grimace flashes across his face, as he places a footpaw on the mug and slides it back, and then he's looking worriedly at Sorrel. "Yah alright?"

Sorrel nods. "Aye, she says, breathing sharply in pain. "Aye an' Zeraph's alright wit' 'is broken nose..." she says, leaning on the back of a bench to stabalize herself.

Tam walks over to Sorrel "Wow, you need somethin'?" he asks, concern in his voice

Quinten blinks and follows Tam over "I knew something was bothering you Sorrel...."

Sorrel frowns. "Lookit allo th' atention Ah'm gettin' fer a coupla bruises. I've 'ad worse, go about yehr lives, eh wot?" she says,an extremely cross element added into her voice.

Rothal grimaces, whether in pain or something akin to worry. "Jus'.. sit down, alright? Bloody fool.. Yah goin' to make h'it worse."

Sorrel sighs and crosses her arms and plops onto the bench, then flinging her paws up. "Alright, alright fine! ye all win!"

Quinten walks over to one side and returns with a beaker of water which he holds out to Sorrel "Here you go ma'am"

Tam nods "You need anything" looking over at quinten "Wow, strong words"

Sorrel takes the water, but doesn't drink from it. "Tis just sore, tis not like I'm gonna collapse an' faint at h'any moment, now, s et?"

Tam chuckles "Actually you almoast colapsed jes then miss"

Rothal sits down beside her, muttering something and leaning over to look at his leg. "Aye, h'I'll agree with that."

Sorrel smiles faintly thinking about yesterday. -nothin- can dampen her mood. she can be seen staring off into space, eyes lingering on her leg, secretly purple and black completely under her pantleg.

Quinten looks up at Tam "Strong words?"

Tam nods and replies "Ma'am isn't exactly" he pauses and chooses his words "the most chivalrous of words to a miss," he whispers "It connotes a certain ammount of age"

Quinten oooohs and shuffles "right...sorry i'll try to keep that in mind..."

Rothal mutters something else, wiping the still-hot liquid from his leg and surveying the mess it caused. The lower part of his leg now consists primarily of burns. Sitting back up, he bites his bottom lip, gazing at the mug and spill nearby. "Somebeast'll have tah clean that up."

Sorrel blinks. "and who'd tha' be,? -we're- both crippled now..."

Tam nods and heads off to get a towel "I'll do that fer you"

Quinten holds the beaker of water out to Rothal "Oh dear..."

Rothal waves it away. "Thanks, mate, but h'I'm fine. h'I've had worse than this before, and h'it hasn't killed me."

Sorrel looks down ,and, upon that, asks him. "How's yehr ear, Roth?"

Tam comes back with a towel and begins to clean up the floor, when he's done he takes it back to where he got it and hangs it up to dry, comming in for the third time, he stumbles slightly and winces

Quinten nods and stands to one side, at a loss now so he stands listening to the older hares talk

Rothal shrugs, standing uneasily and heading towards the door. "Same as always, just like the rest of me.. a little worse for the wear." He pauses, leaning against the wall, and nods to Tam. "Thanks for gettin' that for me, mate."

Sorrel struggles up and races after him, faster then ye'd think. "Wait Roth I didn't tell ye yet!!!"

Tam nods " sure, uh... I'm not sure i got your name, I'm Tam" he extends a paw

Quinten just watches

Rothal shakes Tam's paw. "Rothal.." He glances back at Sorrel. "Aye, Sorrel?"

Sorrel looks serious. "Ye promise no te tell anyone else? We..eh...-I- want it secret fer a while. that means ye too, tam and quinten." she says, glancing over her shoulder.

Quinten looks at Sorrel and sticks his tongue out at her "Well if he doesn't complain about the cooties i'll not say anything as long as you give me some boxing lessons sometime i want to get better"

Tam bows slightly "I'm a hare of honor, you have my word"

Sorrel whipsers something in rothal's ear just as he's about to hear. she immediately rounds on the other to. "Ye hear that?! not a peep!"

Tam nods "I gave ye my word Sorrel"

Quinten sighs and bows "I guess its the sporting thing to do, ye have my word, not that its worth anything i'm just a recruit"

Sorrel nodds curtly "good." We both agreed we'd wait to be open with et, so I dannae want et blown apart hes early!"

Rothal has left.

Tam rolls his eyes "If you don't want to tell me I'll hold my ears, did he propose or something?"

Sorrel shakes her head. "No not yet, but he almost did as much. I don't think he wants to jump the gun -too- much."

Tam shruggs "What'd he do then?"

Quinten nods "Ya what did he do?"

Sorrel rolls her eyes as if to point out the fact that quinten was in the room.

Tam taps his footpaw a little

Quinten looks puzzld "What?"

Sorrel laughs and pats his head. "Ye wouldn' want te know. Afta all mate, girls 'ave -cooties-."

Tam laughs "'es trustworthy, i'll vouch for that"

Quinten looks totally baffled now "Well of course you all have cooties..." he gkances up at

Tam "And thank you sir....hope i don't prove to break that faith yer showing in me"

Tam puts a paw on quinten's shoulder "I wouldn't say it if you weren't"

Quinten smiles up at the older Hare and salutes him

Sorrel nods, confused at tis, but glad for once that the attention is off her. She doesn't like akwardness.

Tam chuckles "No need to salute me, I'm only a Recruit 2C" he nods in thanks "But I thank you all the same"

Quinten smiles and nods "Well i'm 1C and i bet i will be for ages"

Sorrel looks from one to the other. "Yehr a recruit tam?"

Tam laughs slightly "Well you are 2 seasons younger than me at least." he looks at sorrel and blushes slightly "Aye, have been for the past month or so"

Sorrel blinks. its news to her. "Well, twasn't expecten' tha..."

Tam furrows an eyebrow "Why?"

Sorrel laughs. "Yehr a good enbough boxah ta make me nosebleed, tha's why."

Quinten looks up at Tam "Your a boxer too? can i get some lessons off you? I'm not bad but i'm still not very good at some things"

Sorrel grins. "If yehr lloking fer lessons mate..."

Tam shakes his head at sorrel's determination "I'd be happy to ablige mate, if sorrel doesn't want te"

Quinten nods and smiles "Yes i don't have anyone to teach me really"

Sorrel grins. "Teachen' boxin's the bes' thing, mate!"

Quinten smiles and hugs Tam "Oh rthank you i want to box i really do"

Tam puts an arm arround quinten, a bit embarrased "No problem"

Sorrel has moved over to the bench again. "Aw, lookit th' two love birds, eh wot."

Quinten frowns at Sorrel "at least tam don't have no cooties"

Tam chuckles "Aye, I'm clean of cooties"

Sorrel shrugs. "all fer tha betta..." she says, massaging her leg with a grimace.

Tam looks back at Sorrel "What'd he say?"

Sorrel looks up? wha? he? quint, ye mean?"

Quinten chcukles "Looks like y ou had a run in with something nasty Sorrel"

Sorrel blinks. "Oh aye, zeraph's a mean kickboxah..."

Sorrel room-pages, "moohooahhahahaha".

Tam shakes his head "Ye, could hardly stand when I fought you this morning"

You ask, "kickboxing? What is that?""

Sorrel nods. "Aye, but as I said afore, 'ee has a pretty bad sniffer now..."

Tam shruggs trying to figure out how to explain it

You ask, "I've not heard of it before, boxing is with the front paws surely?""

Sorrel nods. Aye, but certain beasts like ta add kicks ta it as well."

Tam nods

You say, "Oh...is that allowed?""

Sorrel nods. "Only iffen the other is usen footpaws as well..."

You say, "Ahhh ok""

Tam shakes his head "It's not that good though, it really hurts"

Sorrel laughs. "aye, only people daft as meself try et."

Tam nods "Ave ye had someone look at the leg?"

Sorrel shakes her head. "Nah, tis just bruises."

Tam shruggs "It might be a bit worse"

Sorrel nods. "I know when I need help and when I don't tam" lie.

Tam shruggs again "It's your choice"

Sorrel nods. "Et'll be fine..." in reality she wouldn't be suprised if she's bruised a bone again.

Tam looks back at quinten "Ye'll make the best fighta buck afta we get done wit lessons, mate"

Quinten smiles "Nah i'm too small to bea proper fightrer yet but i do want to learn"

Tam laughs "Yer only 6 seasons, you'll grow yet"

Sorrel watches them, stealing a glance at the color of sking when they're not looking, and consequentially wincing.

Quinten smiles "I hope so Tam, i really want to make it, but at the rate i'm going Major Jarril is going to throw me out of the training programme, my time keeping sucks"

Tam looks back at him "Timekeeping?"

Sorrel looks up at the two, dropping her pant leg.

Quinten nods "I keep winding up late for everyting, i mean i have to do triple sentry duty at the moment, as well as my other lessons"

Tam closes his eyes "Where? what direction?"

You ask, "Pardon?""

"Which side of the mountain?" he asks

You say, "Oh uhm the main sentry room and the crater""

Tam nods "I'll be there too, just keep up with your assignments."

Sorrel frowns. "Really now, is that really fair?"

Quinten looks at Sorrel then back at Tam "What do you mean Tam?"

Tam takes a breath "I've never done triple duty before, It'l be fun tonight eh wot?"

he says trying to be cheerful

Sorrel rolls her eyes. "Oh ye've -got- to be kiidin' me..."

Tam looks at Sorrel "What do you mean? I'm going to do a triple duty t'night if he does not kick me out"

Quinten stares at Tam "Are you mad Tam....triple duty is not fun"

Tam laughs "No, I'm not mad, just... well, we'll see how it is"

Sorrel nods. "Mad like niveus and zeraph -put- togther mate!"

Tam shakes his head "No, Rangers do it all the time, it can't be /that/ bad"

Sorrel coughs at that.

Quinten stares at Tam still ahd shakes his head, ears flapping "Your insane you really are, it is cold, iot is dank and it is boring"

Tam looks at sorrel "What you a ranger?"

Sorrel shakes her head. "No, just commenten' on yer optimism is all..."

Tam laughs "Well, thank you. I'm only trying te be a ranger, the most elite of shock troops, and it comes by practice"

Quinten shakes his head "Oh dear well it is not fun"

Tam chuckles "It'll also put me on colonel Zoe's good side... I hope"

Sorrel blinks. "What, she doesn't favor ye?"

Tam laughs "she does, but it cant hurt can it?"

Sorrel laughs. "Well, if'n ye make a fool o' yerself...

You say, "Colonel Zoe has a mean upper cut, she gave me a lesson once""

Tam chuckles too "They can't punish me for doing more than my share of the work, but I'll talk to the major and see if I can take the triple shift for you quinten"

Sorrel blinks, feeling left out in the friend circle all the way over there on the bench.

Quinten shakes hish ead "NO tam please don't, he'll kick me out for sure if he thinks i'm trying to get out of it"

Tam nods "Ach, okay, he probably will, but I'll sit up with you"

Sorrel gets up, using a longbow as a makeshift crutch. "Oh aye..shall I come too?" she aasks.

Quinten looks around warily "You both don't have todo that..."

Sorrel smiles. "Nonsense mate, we're yehr friends."

Quinten chews on the tip of his ear "But...i don't want to keep you up yoru injured"

Sorrel waves a paw. "psh, I've 'ad worse, believe me."

You ask, "So Tam should we get to the sentry room?""

Tam nods and replies "Aye, let's, come on"

Tam has left.

Salamandastron: Sentry Room

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Once one has ascended the stairs, they would come upon this room, the sentry room. Along one wall, thee are small, slitted windows, which look no more than cracks in the mountain wall, from the outside, and it looks down upon the niche, outside the mountain, where all creatures entering the mountain must pass. The room, sparse and basically un-furnished, while comfortable in the summer, is often quite cold in the winter, save for a small fireplace in one corner. During the winter, you had better believe that is kept alive most of the season long, by the sentries on duty who wish to remain unfrozen. There are always two hares on duty in this room, one to always remain and the other to sound the alarm to the rest of the mountain, if need be. Two chairs are situated beneath the slitted windows in the wall.

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With:

[DYN] Tam

Quinten looks around as he walks into the Sentry room and sighs sadly moving to stash his javelin's to one sid eof the viewing slot and slump on the tall stool "I hate this"

Tam shruggs "Don't be late, it's the best way to avoid it. I learned the hard way"

Quinten looks at you and nods "Seems i am too, and it was at the worst time too, Lt Darklett was here, then the Major and Colomel turned up, i got ripped to pieces"

Tam winces "Ouch, I never had it that bad, only an all-night sentry a coupple of weeks ago, though I never done it since. you have troubble timekeeping you say?"

Quinten nods "I keep getting lost too, though i solved that problem i still am late, everyone else manages to be on time, but not me"

Tam hmms, trying to think of a way to help the young recruit

Quinten leans forwards and extinguishes the torches in the room so we can look out with night vision at the abandoned shores

Quinten shrugs "A couple of mintues, sometimes five,"

Tam rolls his eyes "And how often per day?"

Quinten sighs "About three times a day sometimes, sometimes only once"

Tam nods "Hmm, and why?"

Quinten sighs and lowers his ears "it just takes me longer to get out of classes....to

change clothes when its needed, or i fall asleep on my breaks

Tam rolls his eyes "Okay, then, First: don't fall asleep, Second bring clothes with you, and Three: Practice changing faster, seriously, it helps"

Quinten sighs and slumps down staring out at the dark shore, the moon reflecting off the water of the sea "I am trying all thiose...and yet i still mess up"

Tam shruggs "Don't try... DO"

Quinten sits up right, ears stading straight "Yes sir..."

Tam smiles "You don't have to call me sir, it's just something I learned. Trying gives room for failure, by DOing it, you can't mess up!"

Quinten nods and sighs again "I am doing my best though....what will i do if the Major discharges me?"

Tam looks at the young hare "No... you are /trying/ not /doing/ leave NO room for failure, and failure will not bother you"

Quinten looks at you tears glistening as he tries nott o cry and he then hangs his head

Tam walks over to the young hare and puts a brotherly arm arround him "Shhh. No shame, no one has ever tought you before. I'm here to help you, and I will." he gets on a knee infront of him "I promice you"

Quinten looks at Tam and nodds "I a learning though...i can box and throw javelins but nothing makes them happy"

Tam smiles as he stands "Aye, but I can tell you what will"

You ask, "What will?""

Tam nods "Will you /do/ it or will you /try/?"

You say, "I will do it""

Tam nods and begins "Be on time, and do extra, they like it when you do extra. 100% and then some, both will get you on their good side, and i'll try to help you be there on time as much as I can"

Quinten nods and sighs "I'll do it....but i'm scared all they see is the things i do wrong"

Tam closes his eyes "That's all they tell you, they are probably testing your metal. I'm expecting someone tonight too, a Ranger, maybe he'll be able to help you"

Quinten nods and looks back out at the shore "Well it is deserted out there"

Tam smiles "What direction are you looking?"

Quinten smiles and points out at the shore "The entire shoreline is in view"

Tam nods "Aye, but what about behind us?

Tam gestures to the east "he's comming from the direction of the wood

Quinten smiles and points at the window "We can onlyt see the shore line from this window, we are not in the forest sentry room"

Tam nods "Aye I know"

Quinten nods "Well he;d have to come around to this side of the mountain to get in, we'll see him when he approaches the entrance"

Tam nods again "Well thought"

Quinten nods and waves a paw arond the room "That is why we have no lights on in here, we'd just show up to anyone outside, so in darkness we have perfect nightvision for looking out"

Tam shruggs "Well spoken again"

Quinten smiles "Nioveus taiught me that"

Quinten smiles "He is a good fighta"

Tam nods and winces "'ave you seen 'im lately though?"

Quinten shakes his head "Not in a few days no"

Tam shruggs "He's all bandaged and stuff, like he got hurt bad, an he did"

Quinten blinks "Oh dear....i hope he will ge tbetter"

Tam nods "He's healing, he got into a fight with a badger... and won, with the help of Dark and Taye"

Quinten nods "Oh i heard about the badger bussiness...Taye told me.....lucky Taye...." he sighs "I'm never going to get assigvned to a patrol"

Tam shruggs "I requested to go, but I wasn't able to"

Quinten nods and sighs "Aye well seems all the recruits get assigned a patrol, but not me, I'm quints the unlucky, quints the awkward, quints the curse"

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