Quinten Log 30 - 22 01 2006

Salamandastron: Western Side

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The wind blows by as you gaze up at the tall and mysterious mountain. There is a red glow at the top of it. To the north stretches more coast as well as to the south. You notice a small cave at the base of the mountain. Some beach stretches between the mountain and the waves of the sea.

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Zeraph has arrived.

Jarril has arrived.

It seems like it's been a while since Zeraph left Halyard, moving down the beach as he holds his paws over his eyes, just gazing up at the mountain looming steadily closer. He squints, with a half sigh, but then a smile forms, actually happy that it is rather cool upon the shore.

Quinten is jogging down the path from the main entrance heading down towards the approaching Lieutenant, he jogs up close and Salutes "Welcome back Lieutenant,....i saw you coming from the sentry room, do you need any help?"

Zeraph flicks his ears, glancing down upon the young buck when he jogs towards him. Not quite used to the salute at the moment, however the smile stays upon his muzzle and he shakes his head. "No. I don't think I need any help. Thank you, Quinten." Yeah. He remembered his name.

Quinten slows down so he can keep pace with the lieutenant "We thought someone should come down incase you needed elp, we heard you were injured sir, glad to see your back safe and sound"

"I....am." Raph grunts and lowers his paws from his eyes when they enter the shadow of Salamandastron. "But nothing like running around to make you get over it." He smirks, going for the entrance at a steady pace.

In the distance a hare otherwise known as Jarril is running full speed about the beach, closely fullowed by two other younger runners behind him, another normal day for runners training which can only be done outside of the mountain itself. There is a wake of sand dust behind the small group billowing in the air.

Quinten watches the two runners and the Major running past, he's enjoying the excuse to be outside fighter recruits don't generally have any reason to leave the mountain. "Well it is good to be outside sir and to o bet your glad to be back too,"

Zeraph's focus has turned from the mountain as the sand cloud billowing catches his attention. He squints towards Jarril and the recruits, with just a 'hmm' being given to Quint in response. The runners are always fascinating to watch.

The three hares come to a stop near the edge of the beach where the sea starts and stands there for a few moments before Jarril takes something out of the backpack and nods his head. The two other recruits run back up the beach as the major just stands there for a moment and once the other two are into position, sets off running again quickly with one paw holding a package while the other keeps hold of a weapon. It doesn't take long before he reaches the first one

Quinten stands next to the lieutenant watching the runners with a puzzled frown "What...are they up to?"

"Runner training." Zeraph smirks as he gazes at it. "Rather amusing at times." The officer folds his arms and just observes the Major do his thing, surprised at how fast he is when he needs to be. "It's good to be back."

Quinten nods to Zeraph "Oh...i guessed that much sir but i can never work out just what it is they're doing..."

With ducking and weaving out into all sort of positions, Jarril passes the scroll quickly to the hare who had popped out from nowhere and moved on again in another direction. Jarril runs off in the position that has always been done as the first recruit heads off towards the second recruit.

Zeraph points towards Jarril, while his other arm remains crossed over his chest. "They're relaying the message down the 'line'. It's often done like that. Not just one runner will be used for these assignments." The officer is happy for the distraction.

Quinten nods his head "oh i see...so its like a message line...one of them runs the mesage to the next one and so on.....hhow do thhey manage to blend in so well....i could never manage that"

The first runner had reached the drop off point and not stopping running he tosses the scroll into the air as it vanishes and carries on running. After a few moments, the other hare pops up and runs off in the other direction....

Zeraph smirks at the move. "Well, it's not as if they were born knowing how to do it. If you had signed up as a runner, you'd have been taught how to maneuver like that as well." He nods. "And the Major is a great instructor."

Quinten nods "I know...i've been in several of the Major's classes inside, we just never get practical instruction off him, not his department as you say...i signed on ta be a fighter as thats what i seem best at" he frowns at the antics of the hares "What....why did he do that?"

"Decoy." Is all that Zeraph states in explanation, ears beginning to tip back against his head now, loosely. He goes to sit down right where he is.

Coming up from nowhere, Jarril pops up in front of the second recruit and nods his head, turning his head around and calling out to the first as all three meet together. Looking like he's giving some words but too far to hear the two recruits nod their heads before they come jogging towards the mountain again slowly.

Quinten nods and leans on the Javelin he's carrying watching the Major "Oh....right....decoy..." he says, how is that meant to explain anything but he stays quiet for now

Zeraph doesn't know if it explains anything, doesn't seem to bother with it either. He remains seated in the cool sand for the moment as he watches the two runners jog towards them, his arms rested upon his legs.

Jarril comes up with the other two and grins. "Ah, so ya finally back." He turns to the two hares and nod. "Okay, brief rest before we carry on with the next lesson. Make sure ta bring some practise weapons out that we need or and get me some water as well while ya in there." Seeing them nod, the two hares enter the mountain leaving the major to look at the other two. "Fine officahs they be. Nearly finished their training. Hard ta believe they started it three seasons ago..."

Quinten smiles and salutes the Major "Good morning sir they did seem vry good, i could barely follow what you were all doing"

Zeraph watches the runners as they move inside, then he stands, knocking sand off of his pants. "You can always tell the experienced from the beginners." He brushes his paws together just to make sure it is all off as he smiles at the Major. "Glad to be back. Left Halyard this morning."

Jarril nods. "They're good enough ta get some proper ordahs I think." The hare looks at the direction before turning his head back to Quinten. "It was just basic training that runnahs have ta do all the time. Which is what ya learn in the future. The closer ya get ta proper rank the more training ya have ta do so enjoy the free time that ya have now."

Quinten nods and salutes again "Yes sir i will sir" he smiles softly "And i'm happy to report i've been the first one to all my classes cept one...this week...i've been going to bed early all week." he glances after the retreating runners "And it sure looked complicated sir"

Jarril gives a smirk. "Mabbe ta the fightahs but they get basic runnah training anyways in their second year."

You say, "We do....oh ok then didn't know that sir..." he looks at the Major "Is that with you then sir?""

Zeraph has fallen into a calm silence, glancing towards Quint as he speaks about being early for his classes. One brow is lifted a little, then he smirks towards Jarril.

Jarril ponders. "Maybe, maybe not. Depends on if I am patrol or something..." He looks at Zeraph for a moment and doesn't say anything but nods. "Ya be trained by whoever. Though usually most in a patrol of a majah gets trained by the majah itself or the Lieutenant."

You say, "Oh ok then sir will just have to see, still got to finish the first year of training""

Jarril nods. "I won't be doing much of the exams for that. Only dealing with the runnahs for the first year. Ya have ta speak ta a fightah majah about those."

Zeraph flicks his ears up, not sure what silent communication he just had with the Major, but..better not ask right now. The Lieutenant appears somewhat tired for the moment.

Quinten nods "I know sir, but i'm not even going to ask to be considered...not yet anyway"

Jarril nods. "Well, I hope ya get some more weight on ya if ya serious about being a fightah though. Keeping up with ya trainer exercises and all?"

Quinten smiles and looks down at his body "I'm still small....but i'm getting stronger sir....been following the exercises every day"

Somewhere on the muck, Darklett has disconnected.

Zeraph just now begins to gaze over Quinten when this topic of conversation comes up. His brow furrows thoughtfully. "He looks to have put on more than when I first met him." The buck nods. "I think he'll be fine."

Jarril nods. "Ah well, can't help a runnah in trying ta get more.." He see's the two recruits come back out and nods, taking the water. "Okay, practise running fighting. I be keeping an eye on ya from here." He see's the two run off as he smiles. "Yep, they're well into their advanced training."

Quinten watches the older hares run off doing as their told, eyes following their movements, he glances down at Zeraph and smiles "Thanks sir,...is all the weight lifting and boxing i think that does it"

Zeraph smiles at Quinten. "Just keep doing well." He states quietly to the recruit, before his attention turns to the runners as they head off to start practising again. "Are you looking at them for your patrol than?"

Jarril grins. "Maybe but I'll have stiff competition for them from the other majah's. Though they may decide ta move ta another patrol like my other star pupil." The major looks at the two recruits as with two wooden swords, they begin to weave in and out of position, quickly heading to each other with a loud crack of wood before weaving and ducking again. "But aye, I am looking at them, only want the best for my patrol anyways."

Quinten listens with halff an ear to the two officers talking, eyes watching the bobbing and weaving runnah recruits with what could be awe at the way they move and bob about

Zeraph gives a scowled look a little as he thinks about this. Finally, after a moment of just observing, he clears his throat. "Taye?" A glance is given to the Major as he asks this quietly.

Jarril doesn't look at Zeraph but nods his head as he watches the recruits carry on training. "Aye, he transferred while ya were recovering. But I should've seen it coming, he was with Darklett's patrol anyways then. Said he wanted a change so I let him go. Nothing I could do about it anyways."

Quinten turns his attention back to listen "Taye switches patrols?"

Jarril coughs. "He's switched patrols. Paperworks done and all, he's with Darklett now but this happens in the patrol anyways. Things change, people move from patrol ta patrol, some retire when not needed anymore." He smiles at some move the two recruits do in the distance and continues. "Even I'll become unuseful eventually. It happens."

Zeraph gives an understanding nod as he turns back to the training, ears pinning. /He/ hadn't seen that one coming. "I'm sorry about that." He shifts the belt that is across his chest a little, to get the weapon on his back into a more comfortable position. "Well, I think I'm going to head inside. Get checked out by a healer, as you wanted." He gives a nod to Jarril. "Sah." A half smile is given to Quinten. "Quint." Before he goes to leave.

Quinten smiles and nods to Zeraph "Good day Lieutenant welcom eback sah" he chuckles "Gonna have to get used to calling you sir now"

Jarril nods and looks at Quinten. "Well, I best get back ta it, ya should get back ta ya duties as well, hmm?"

Quinten nods and salutes "Yes sir going right back to the training room, right now sah" he begins to jog up the path towards the mountain

Jarril grins and then runs off in the direction of where the other two runners are as the major gets back to his daily work once again.

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Salamandastron: Training Room

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This is the training room for the hares of the long patrol. The walls

seem to have taken a severe beating, more than likely not from stray

arrows missing the archery targets. There are several of said archery

targets lining the west wall, each with small oak stands a good distance

off to hold arrows, hang a bracer, and rest a bow on. The targets are of

simple design: a large, tightly wrapped bale of hay with a coarse paper

target on the front. A wooden mannequin, in no better shape than the

walls, is in the northeastern corner of the room. Besides that, several

wooden practice swords sit in a small pile. On the eastern side of the

room is a small, makeshift wrestling arena consisting of two mattresses

tied together. Then on the southern side of the room is a fitness area,

assembled from several pull-up bars, and a nice padded area to do push up.

Narrow, cylindrical weights (both wooden and metal) are pushed up against

the wall, along with a few straight metal bars for them to be mounted on.

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Quitnen is here

Taye is here

Quinten is in the south end of the train room, stripped to his waist and lying out on one of the benches and slowly but surely raising the weighted bar above himself,

Taye's has been more than glum this past day, and when he enters the training room with his head down and his paws in his pockets, he looks it. He doesn't look up to even notice Quinten.

Quinten does however hear the door open, he lowers the bar back down with a soft clink and raises his head, fur a dark brown from his exertions he smiles "Taye...whats wrong?" he sits up slowly and swings his legs back to the floor "I...heard you canged patrols..."

Taye blinks, glancing up and across the room to Quinten. Rubbing at the back of his neck, he nods and walks across to the other buck. "Aye, t'majah Darklett's. Nothin's wrong."

Quinten looks back at the weights then at the slightly older hare "You sure...you don't look too happy, all moody and resentful chap..."

Taye's eyebrows go up at 'resentful'. "Just not havin' the best coupla days, chap. Nothin' t' worry about." He looks around. "Whatcha doin'?"

You say, "Training...what else is there for me ta do around here with me spare time...i want to be able to graduate from 2nd class recruit sometime..." he leans back and against the weight bar "I got through a whole week witout being late...""

Taye looks surprised. He grins. "Really? Well, good fer you, mate. You were havin' a lot o' trouble with that. What changed?"

Quinten looks down and fidgets with the end of one of his ears "I got got sent to Colonel Zoe by the major....she chewed me up good....alluded that maybe i wasn't cut out for the patrol and told me not to do it again....so i been doing me best to make sure i don't do it again"

Taye smiles wryly, reaching across to nudge Quin on the shoulder, playfully. "Well yeah, I c'n see how that could change things, a bit." He gives his shoulder a pat, then, looking around the training room. "Dunno even know what I came in here for..."

Quinten smiles at Taye and reaches out to tug on one of his ears gently "Cme on taye...cheer on up ole chap, yer a private in tha long patrol. Ye got the world tae live for"

Taye tries to keep from grinning at the ear-tug, but he more than fails. "Yeah, yeah... That or the whole world t'die for, what with our profession."

Quinten chuckles and nods "True....from what i've heard things are rather nasty with these vermin camped outside, i was talking to uLieutenant Zeraph when he got back earlier...but he got told to not go into too mch detail by the Major, seems us recruits don't need to know everything"

Taye's brow knits. "Lieutenant Zeraph? Wow... all sorts o' promotions lately. He's doin' a'right, huh? Heard he was injured in the last battle."

Quinten nods and smiles "Yes was funny, i had to remember ta salute him, and Lieutenant apparently so, and he seemed ok when he got back this morning"

Taye looks relieved. "Well, good. It was a nasty battle. M'glad he made it out a'right." He turns, scritching at an ear. "So... what /was/ I in here for? Oh! Yeah. Was lookin' for Terrance. Ya seen him?"

Quinten shakes his head "Not since yesterday no, he's probably off getting ready for his exam" he looks about the room "Not seen him in here since yesterday," he looks back "What was the battle like? really?"

"Chaotic. Lots o' vermin 'n' lots o' dyin'." He shrugs, awkwardly. "Not exactly the funnest day evah."

Quinten shakes his head "Not nice then....still its what i've set meself tae be a fightah so aye'm gonna do me best to be it"

Taye inclines his head in an appreciative nod. "That's the only way t'think about it, Quin. Doin' yer best, even if the job's not the best. Righ'?"

Quinten nods and stands up moving to pick up his shirt and uniform tunic and start to put tem back on "Yup do yer best....i got me reasons why we all do i think"

Taye sits on the weight bench, holding his paws together between his knees, hunched slightly forward. "Me? I guess it's m'birth righ'. And I owe a lot t'this place, t'this area. I was born in Halyard, y'know. I figure those vermin've messed with the only two homes I've evah had, 'n' I intend t'pay 'em back."

Quinten claps your shoulder "Well thats something, can't ave em messing wiv yer home, me...aye got no where else tae go, ye lt me in, offered me the chance to join up and gave me a purpose wen aye'd lost everyting else and was alone for the first time in me life, no family, no triplet siblings just poor Quinten"

Taye's ears dip, but he manages a smile. "Well, ya've definitely got all o' us, now, whethah you want us or not. No doubt about that."

Quinten smirks and nods "Oh aye can't get shot of the lot of ye, no time fer privacy at all, unless one goes cleaning detail and mooches aboot the ole Badger rooms with a mop and bucket, bout tha only place aye kin gofer some quiet"

Taye grins at the floor. "There's the underground spring, 'n' the cratah's usually a pretty good place t' go if ya don't mind the cold." He glances up, then, shrugging. "Ya actually go in the badgah's rooms, huh? Don't think I've evah been in there."

Quinten nods "Once or twice....the spring can be noisy with beasts messing about, and the cratah is kinda lonely....sometime i just feel like i want some peace and quiet so i go on up there and sneak inside,"

Taye nods. "Aye, well... I c'n respect that." Taye stands, then, stretching his arms up above his head. "Well... s'pose I'm off t'find Ter, then. Catch ya latah, eh Quin?"

Quinten nods and smiles watching the private head for the door "Sure see you at dinner Taye, later now"

Quinten has removed his tunic and shirt again, stripped to the waist he is back under the weights, strainign gnad grunting as he works out, resuming his interupted work out from earlier, his ears are held back behind a bandana and his fur is a damp dark brown

In contrast to the iron-pumping Quinten, the not-at-all muscly Major Darklett steps into the training room, heading, as is the norm, towards the targets, his belt full of throwing knives, except for two, which have already been removed and are held in his paws.

Quinten looks up at te sound of someone enterring and nods a hello, he'd salute but that would mean holding up heavy weights with one paw, he doesn't want to gibve the Major a reason to carry him to the infirmary "Good day sir"

"Evenin', Quinten," Darklett turns to the hare and gives him a nod and brief wave, before continuing on to the table in front of the archery targets. "Keepin' out of trouble lately? Haven't heard -much- from you in the last couple days."

Quinten smiles grimly and resumes pressing the weights up and down "Yes sah doing me best, i've not been late fer anything, was even first ta boxing and theory"

"Very nice! Glad to see you're finally getting the hang of things." Darklett flips a knife around in his paw a few times, eyeing down the target and rolling his shoulders. "Keep up the good work." Fling, thuk. The knife in his left paw is transferred to his right.

Quinten grunts and places the weights back on their holder and slides out from underneath em, standing up and smiling, dripping sweat "I'm doing me best sir...i want to be able to graduate at some point"

Fling, thuk. Grunt of disapproval. The short distance Darklett's knife is from the center of the target is obviously too large, as he shakes his head and draws two more knives, flinging them both in rapid succession, the first slightly farther away from the center and the second even farther than that. Two more are taken from his belt. "Now that you're on time for everything, you don't have much stoppin' ya."

Quinten looks up and frowns as he wipes sweat from his forehead with a towel "I don't....i don't think i'd be ready for the tests anytime soon"

Darklett raises a brow, ceasing from throwing at the moment while leaning against the table. "Well, why's that? You've been in the mountain for a while, haven't ya?"

Quinten puts down the towel and nods "For about a season now sir yes...but with all my problems and such i figured you'd want me to keep on training this way for awhile...to show i can stick to it"

"Not really my choice, anyway, but..." The major flips a knife in his paw, and then wastes no time hurling it at the target, watching where it hits, and smirking to himself. Right on the bullseye. "At least you haven't given up. That says somethin'."

Quinten nods and in determination "Yes sir as i was saying to taye earlier, i'm not giving up, you invited me, gave me a place and a purpose after i'd lost everything...i want to be in the patrol, i want to make it and i'm going to do my best so i can take that exam as soon as i'm allowed to

Darklett smirks. "Good. Glad to hear it; a lot of hares are just here 'cause they have to be, you're actually determined. Kinda like me." Another knife is thrown, and hits the target, close to the bullseye, about the third from the closest out of all the knives he's thrown so far.

Quinten pads over towel dnagling around his shoulders and watches as you throw the knife "Good shot sir" He looks up at you and smiles "I prefer talking to you sir, atr least yiu listen, Major Jarril thinks i'm just an issue to put it in his own words, but i'm gonna do that exam and pass"

Darklett shrugs, pawing over the handles of two more throwing knives, eyeing the target. "Well, that's where we all start, Quinten. On the low end. I listen 'cause I haven't forgotten that." He takes the knives out, flips them in his paws, and offers them handles first to Quinten. "Care to try?"

Quinten blinks and takes the knives "Uhm sure...i'm not too good with knives really," he balances itin his paw and throws it, missing totally and watching it clatter over the floor "But i can always learn something new"

Zeraph enters from the passage leading to the Second Level intersection.

Zeraph has arrived.

Darklett watches Quinten's first throw, wincing as it clanks along the stone wall and floor. "Well, at least you had the distance. Try again, except don't try and force it. It's not a strength thing, it's in your form... Like this." He takes a knife out of his own belt, and goes through the motions slowly at first, leaning back slightly, his leg going out and swinging forward for momentum, his arm seemingly swaying behind his torso and whip-lashing forward, then pausing. "You wanna let go of the knife right about here." He stands up again, and nods. "Try again."

Quinten nods tongue poking from his muzzle, tied back ears flopping comically as he replicates the Majjor's movement, he throws the knife, letting go of it just past where he said and watching it sail up and above the target

Darklett winces again at the clattering knife against the wall. "Well, you're that was better, at least. That's a long way to throw for a beginner. Before I joined up, I practiced on tree trunks and the like, helped out a lot." He steps past the table, going to retrieve his knives. "It's not for everybeast, though, so don't try and force it on yourself."

Quinten nods "I won't sir...but i'll practice a bit anyhow, only things i really knew before i came here were javelins and boxing....i know a bit more now though"

Darklett nods in agreement, calling out over his shoulder. "Might wanna get as good as you can with some kinda sword, unless you're -great- with a specialty weapon, like throwing knives. Or maybe an axe." Pulling the knives out of the straw target, he sticks them into his belt and heads back towards the table.

Quinten frowns and nods "Oh...well i wasn't any good with axes or swords....guess i can't really specialise in javelins can i"

"Not good with swords? Well... Practice a lot more, then, if you want to be a fighter," Darklett says, matter-of-factly, leaning against the table. "That, or be a runner. Runners are usually our archers and javelin throwers. How fast are ya?"

Quinten shakes his head "Not fast enough sir....i'm better with swords then axes i'll concentrate on them"

"It seems everyone keeps trying to make him become a runner." Zeraph states as he closes the door behind him by leaning against it. The only weapons on the buck right now are four daggers that have been slotted into the back of his belt, his sword no where upon him. A smirk is given to Quinten.

Quinten looks over at the lieutenant and salutes "Not everyone sir....and i don't want to be a runner..i'm bot buitl for it, i want to be a fighta i can get better i know i can"

Darklett's eyes lighten up as he spots Zeraph. This would be the first time he's gotten to see him since the ambush, and he immediately goes over to him. "Fighter Zeraph! Glad to see you're alright!"

Zeraph grins at the officer. "Hey, Dark. Glad you made it out okay." He glances down at himself for a moment. "Well, I seem in one piece, don't I? Couldn't walk for a while there, though." The hare pushes away from the door, with a nod to Quinten. "Well, I'm looking forward to you becoming a fighter, don't worry."

Quinten blinks at Zeraph in surprise at his statememnt but remains quiet letting them talk and moving back to the weights to starts working with them again, still stripped to the waist and damp from his exercions

After Zeraph's remark about losing his ability to walk, Darklett's eyes go down to the fighter's legs. They seem to be fine... So he lets out the tension that had built up, and resumes the happy grin. "I'm lookin' forward to him becoming a fighter, too. Just sayin', if he's not good with any sort of melee weapon, I'd rather he didn't become a fighter just yet." He turns back to Quinten, nodding to him. "I've got confidence that you're not gonna give up, though. Determination's gonna carry you through this."

You say, "Thanks sir, and Lieutenant Zeraph's been a great help too, with you lot teaching me i'll be a great fighter one day""

Zeraph notices the glance going to his legs and he shakes his head. "Don't worry... it was temporary." He smiles in a crooked manner at the recruit. "If you think of a weapon you think you'd really like using, you should try it out." The buck grins more at Darklett.

Darklett's ears perk as he hears the word 'Lieutenant' and he turns to face Zeraph again, looking at his uniform more closely to see the new badges on his shoulders, as well as the belt buckle! "-Lieutenant- Zeraph? Ha! Well done, Zer! Congratulations!" He even steps forward and pinches the new uniform between thumb and forefinger, leaning back to take it in. "When'd -this- happen?"

Quinten sits back down working the weights slowly and thinking "Well i was thinking maybe i should concentrate on the sabre....its light enough for me to hold and i was getting along kind of ok with it

"I always liked the saber, it's a good weapon." However, Darklett's sudden outburst, and then pinching at him gets his attention and he is suddenly grinning broadly at the other buck. "Ah! Thanks, Dark." Ears perking completely. "When I was at Halyard, Jarril suddenly emerges and tells me I've been promoted." He chuckles a little.

Quinten smiles and nods "Ok i'll concentrate on the Saber then lieutenant"

"Wow. Well, that's somethin', isn't it? Get your first big surge of paperwork yet?" Darklett chuckles, backing off Zeraph for now. "I'm sure Jarril's gonna hand off a lot of it to ya. Luckily, I had Major Rahier above me, and he never left the infirmary, heh."

Zeraph gives a nod of understanding to Quinten. "And maybe as you get older, you'll be able to handle a bigger weapon." Holding two conversations at once. Fun. Darklett again gets all his focus. "Oh. No I haven't. Just returned from Halyard today, and got myself checked out by a healer." He cocks one ear back a little. "But I'm sure I'll be able to handle it..Somehow."

Quinten smiles and knuckles down to letting the officers talk quite happy now that he has a weapon to focus on

Darklett smirks. "Course you will. After all, you have to." He winks and pats Zeraph on the shoulder in a friendly fashion. "You know, it's a huge relief to see you back healthy... And with a promotion!" He grins, and as he thinks of something, it fades off into a hopeful face. "...And how's Rothal?"

At the mention of Rothal's name, Zeraph's mood switches as his ears pin back. "Roth, he's..odd. But fine enough to get into a fight with me, don't worry about that." He sighs, upper arm tensing, which could be felt if Dark still has his paw on the buck's shoulder. "But he's not coming back. He's quit."

Quinten ears perk at the mention of Rothal he only met them once or twice, but at word that they quit he lowers the weight to listen

Darklett looks relieved enough to hear that he's alive and well, but his ears pin back as well when he hears that he quit. "...Quit? Wha... Why, though? After all the time he'd been here?" Slightly downed by this, the Major frowns. "I'll have a word with him..."

Zeraph scowls. "There's no changing his mind. He gave his letter of resignation to me. Said that it wasn't working out...Then that I wouldn't understand why he was acting weird. So..we got into it." He sighs.

Quinten looks up and flicks his ears from side to side "Major....can i ask what do i need to do to apply for the exams when i'm ready?"

Darklett gives Zeraph another pat on the shoulder, only less hearty this time. "Alright, friend. Maybe he'll come around..." He turns to Quinten as the recruit speaks, and responds. "Well, you have to go fill out the form, get a couple signatures, and hand it to me. Since you're a fighter recruit, I'll be giving the exam myself."

Quinten nods "Ok sir i'll keep tha tin mind whilst i work on getting better with the sabre...is tha ta good weapon you think?"

Darklett inspects Quinten up and down with a smirk on his face. "...Yeah, I'd say. And maybe once you get comfortable and skilled with that, you can try somethin' else. That way, even if you don't like it, you always have your sabre to fall back on."

Quinten nods "Ok sir that sounds like a good idea" he looks down at himself "Though i think i'm alwyas going to be short"

Darklett grins. "Nothin' at all is wrong with being short... Look at me." He holds out his paws, looking down at himself. Indeed, he is one of the shorter fully grown hares in the mountain. "Just means you can -duck- quicker, and got less body to get in the way of blades, you know?"

Darklett smirks, looking down. "You're still pretty young. Lots of time to grow, recruit, plenty of time. Might end up bein' taller than I am!" He smirks, looking back to Zeraph. "Whaddya think, Zer?"

Zeraph has seated himself against the wall, where he was sitting in silence for a little while. At the question, his ears flick up and he smirks. "Perhaps.."

Quinten smiles "Nah me mum was as short as me, and dad wasn't much bigger, nd besides i like being short, as i said make it easier to box, its easier to bob and weave if your this short"

Darklett nods. "Yeah, you can definitely use it to your advantage. So don't be so glum about bein' a little on the shorter side, eh?"

Quinten nods and salutes "You bet sir i'll be the best boxer in this mountain one day"

You room-page, "*grins and nods* I might make him get a liottle bit taller maybe 4'8 doesn't look too odd at the moment but give it a few more seasons"

Darklett's brow raises slowly. "The best in the mountain?" A smile crosses his face as he shrugs. "Pretty ambitious. You know, you do sound a lot like me... No harm in strivin' to be the best."

Quinten smiles and nods "Well if i'm gonna be in tha patrol i want to make sure i'm good at what i do"

Darklett grins. "There's the spirit. Doesn't matter how tall you are. Now quit countin' yourself out." Point. Haha.

Quinten salutes "Yes sah" is all he says wirth a salute and a click of the heels "Anyway sir i should go wash up i'm all over unpleasent smelling hare"

Darklett backs away at the sound of this, not wanting to get any closer to the recruit. "Ah, yes. Go... Go do that..." He returns the salute, and steps out of the hare's way to the exit. "Keep outta trouble, recruit!"

Quinten nods chuckling as the Major backs up "Will do sir...and don't back up sir, you must have been here plenty of times after exercising

"And I don't plan on takin' in the stench any more than I have to, recruit." Darklett winks at Quinten with a laugh.

Quinten nods "Aye sir aye don't blame ye see you soonn" he starts to head out the room "us hares never smell as fresh as dasisies after a good work out

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