Quinten Log 92 - 13 04 2006

Salamandastron: Caverns - Boxing Chamber

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This room obviously has a rather singular purpose, and that purpose is not hard to discern, if one was only to look around. There is only about ten or fifteen feets worth of space in which to walk, around the perimeter, and the reason for this is that the rest of the space in the room is taken up by a slightly elevated fighting ring. The platform is about two feet above the floor, and upon each corner of the square platform there is a wooden post. Encircling the ring in are lengths of rope extending from each post. The floor of the platform is somewhat giving, as it is in someway padded. So far as the perimeter of the room, chin-up bars attached to the walls are staggered with benches, from which creatures can watch the fights.

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Quinten is stripped to the waist, crouched down low and is pummelling a poor punching bag into submission, with glove wrapped paws and footpaws, dodging, weaving, sweating and grunting as he goes at it

Ran slouches in, looking around, and spots Quinten. That chap seemed alright. He considers the room for a moment, then makes his way over to collect a small wight before settling in near-ish to Quinten.

Quinten spins and lashes out at the punching bag with his left foor, sending it swinging wide, as it swing back in he thumbs it to a halt with his right paw, putting his weight behind it, he grunts and smirks at it then looks at Ran "Hey Ran isn't it? i didn't think you healer types boxed."

Ran shakes his head, customary scowl in place. "they don't. that is, we-we don't. usually. I prefer to keep up my skills, never know when you might want them.

Quinten nods "Aye good point ran, i think we may need em on the march to redwall, think the Major means to drive us along at a fair pace"

Quinten nods his head "Aye like us getting fit and lean living off rations, i have a suspicion the major will be using it to teach us some survival lessons"

Ran shrugs "won't be so bad as that, plenty to eat out there this time of year. I'd think more about what sorts of vermin we may run into if I was you." he tries to smile a little, seems to be his way of being friendly.

Quinten chuckles "Ahh vermin, well if any of them mess with us we'll show em what long patrolers are made of"

Ran grunts, possibly agreement, and casts aound for something more to say. Can't think of anything, so he starts working out, scowling again.

Quinten smiles and hops across to watch you working out for a moment, leaning ont he ring "Say Ran, fancy a spar?"

Ran grins, setting the weights down. "sure." he looks a little worried as he stands, looms a bit, and knows it.

Quinten smiles and climbs into the ring and bounces across to te othher side, muscles rippling under his fur as the short young buck readies himself "Ok then"

Ran visibly relaxes as he enters the ring. "Can't say I know the rules, somewhere formal like this." she stands ready, trying to copy Quinten's stance.

Quinten smiles "Simple Ran, no below the belt, above the knees, legs and paws are allowed and no direct punches to the nose or face"

Ran nods. "right. well, we're off, then." he looks expectant.

Quinten smiles and crouches low watching you, paws raised before him "You go first Ran"

Ran looks confused. "go first?" he pauses, then nods "oh, i see." he strides foreward, and feints to your face with his right paw while sending his left at your flank.

Quinten smiles and ducks his head down and leaps tot e right avoiding your paws and jabbing out with a low down thrust to your stomach"

Ran brings a paw down in a solid block, and turns a bit to face you, stepping in closer, and bringing his free paw in to try to catch your flank again.

Quinten smirks and leans side ways ducking down and hooking out with his ;left paw, going to hook your ankle and pull you over

Ran also grins, left footpaw planted firmly as he cruches quickly, paw shooting out to catch yours.

Quinten smirks and darts his paw down, going to catch your footpaw and heave

Ran drops to one knee, and rolls as he feels your paw on his ankle, coming back up, and leaning in, intending to bowl you over with his weight.

Quinten allows you to bowl him backwards and raises a knee sharply, aiming to hit you in the stomach with it and keep you going over me"

Ran hardly reacts as he flies over the top of you, back on his feet quickly, and watching.

Quinten rolls back to his feet, panting and watching you "not bad Ran"

Ran gives a wide smile. "not bad yourself. ought to do this more often."

Quinten smiles and nods "We'll have plenty of chance in redwall"

Quinten ducks the swing and thumps up with a rapid flurry of pucnhes from both paws

Ran brings his elbows in, catching most of the blows, and waiting for an opening.

Quinten rolls back and smiles up at you "You are good Ran, i'm glad we did this" he bobs up and smirks "But i've got a pass to Halyard that becomes Valid in half an hour

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                        Welcome to Halyard Village!

Halyard Village: West Square

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Halyard Village ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Surrounded on most sides by short, squat buildings, none any higher than two

levels, the main square of this small, sea-side village is covered in a fine

layer of dirt, which mostly covers the old cobble stone beneath. Many of the

buildings lining the square are homes, though some are places of business -

and, of course, there are the obligatory pubs. However, pubs are not the only

staple of a small village, especially not this one. Scattered here and there

upon sidewalks and in front of stores, various fishing nets and traps lie

about, most considerably worse for wear. It's obviously a fishing village.

Beyond that, a dirt road runs north and south from the square, with a small

scattering of homes, and behind these, a backdrop of trees. Meanwhile, beyond

the trees lies the shore.

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Quinten comes walking up the path from the beach, a jaunty hop to is walk as he moves towards the village with a smile, he's finally gotten permission to visit the place village and is walking along with Flax who has promised to show him the best place to get a good drink.

Jesse is currently balancing on a wooden ball on one foot, with juggling flaming torches, and holding out a purse to put money in with his left footpaw.

Latchers is watching Jesse, sitting on the ground, clapping.

Flaxpaw looks around the crowd in village square, a small smile going to Latchers as she points out the tavern to Quinten. Then she notices Jarril, and flushes a light pink, hesitating before she waves at him.

Quinten has eyes only for the pub, a smile on his muzzle "Great i could do with a drink" he starts towards it waving to the performer and tossing ac opper at their purse

Jarril see's Flaxpaw for a moment but he's at the far end of the square, making his way more into the village itself.

Flaxpaw looks crestfallen when it seems that her hero is not going to notice her, eyes following him, and forgetting anything else going on around her.

Quinten nudges Flaxpaw hard in the ribs with an elbow "Will you stop mooning over the major old girl, and lets get into that tavern, i want a drink"

Jarril has business with some stall owner at the far end of the square who he waits as he see's a rat pay for something and nodding, handing over some coins. Stepping to the side, the major gives the rat a nod and smiles before turning to the squirrel. "Ah come ta see if my ordah is ready?" The hare talking while watching the squirrel nod and bend around to pick up a small parcel.

Flaxpaw starts at Quinten's nudge. "mooning? don't know what gave you that impression." she stands on tip-toe to try to see where said major has gone. "think he'll go into the tavern?" she asks hopefully, not making any move to go anywhere while she can still sort of see him.

Jesse blows out the torches, stops juggling them, and begins playing his harp.

Quinten takes hold of Flax's arm and starts to drag her towards the tavern "Look Flax i am here to have some fun and have a few drinks, we are going in that tavern, Major or no Major"

Flaxpaw allows herself to be led into the tavern, still watching Jarril as best she can, which is not very well considering that she can't relly keep her head above the crowd while moving. "he might, though, mightn't he? I mean, he /is/ off-duty."

Quinten shakes his head "Yes if it will make you happy he will probably come to the tavern and even let us buy him a drink, he then might let slip when we leave for Redwall."

Jarril begins to pay for the wrapped up item on the stall, nodding his head there and then, flicking an ear to a passing fox before returning his gaze to the squirrel. Taking up the parcel he nods and bids his goodbyes before heading through the crowd again.

Flaxpaw smiles and follows Quinten into the tavern, ears flicking a bit in annoyance at the last bit. "wish everyone would stop talking about him goin to redwall. Don't want to think about it.

Halyard Tavern: Main Room

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Warmly lit by torches along the walls and lanterns set upon the many tables

scattered around the room, the main room of the Halyard Tavern is an often-

populated area. One corner of the tavern is taken up by a stage, about a

foot or two higher than the rest of the floor, where live entertainment

performs, while circular tables, both large and small, are set up in front

of the stage, spreading out into the center of the room. Meanwhile, around

the perimeter of the tavern, booths are set, and, of course, the obligatory

bar rests against the far wall, a bartender or barmaid always on duty.

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Quinten shakes his head as he leads the way inside and towards the bar "Well tough cookies we are going and that is final"

Flaxpaw looks over at Quinten, and sighs. "yes, well, just rather not think about it." she shakes her head at the bartender, who remembers her last drinking binge, as they reach the bar. "no, no more ale. something else, anything, ideally something stronger."

Quinten frowns at Flaxpaw and rollshis eyes and taps the bar "Whisky...we'll have whisky"

Flaxpaw raises an eyebrow, then smiles. "yes, that'll do." She waits for the whisky to arrive, and takes one of the cups, heading for a table.

Quinten shakes his head nad relieves the bartender of the whole bottle and two glasses and grins at Flax "Come on, lets have a proper drink i've not had one in weeks"

Flaxpaw nods, and flops down at the nearest table. "well, pour, then." she looks impatient.

Quinten opens the bottle with his teeth, tugging out the cork and pours out two glasses of whiskey, filling them to the brim, he lifts his and grins "To us, recruits and friends again" he knocks back te whisky and gasps as it burns his throat

Flaxpaw sniffs at the whiskey, then shrugs, imitating Quinten, and gulping the whiskey, coughing a little. "To bucks who are too good for either of us." she considers him. "or in your case does." she holds the cup out for a re-fill, the laughter in her voice not reaching her eyes.

Quinten laughs happily, his laughter is genuine totally missing Flax's point as he tops their glasses back up again "Ahhh its good to be out of the mountain for awhile" he sniffs his drink and grins, before knocking it back again

Flaxpaw follows his example, and pushes her glass at him for another re-fill, eyes going to the door for a moment. "yes, it is good to be out of the mountain. Halyard's a nice place."

Quinten smiles and tops up both their glasses again and giggles rocking back on his chair, the whiskey going right to the bucks head, after going out with Gabby he drinks fruit juices all the time, is having a farewell drink with his matey flax before he goes off to redwall.

Flaxpaw finishes her next cup off. If Quin were paying attention, he'd notice that she's already not too steady as she shoves the glass back at him. not really able to handle her drinks. But her muzzle breaks into a smile, trying to enjoy the drinks. "You and Gabby will be happy at Redwal, won't you? and Greg an Freddie will do alright, too."

Several beasts are heading in and out of the tavern making gossip about the festival overall and other local gossip or news. Eventually though Jarril slowly enters the tavern with two parcels as he looks about and heads straight for the bar. Carefully he puts them on top and looks at the bartender. "Mind putting these behind there for safe keeping?" Seeing the bartender nod and take the two parcels behind the bar, the major leans against it. "Ya best wine or spirit and I have that three course meal as well. I just be over there." The hare pointing to a corner booth and making his way over moving through the busy tavern before slipping into the chair itself.

Quinten laughs loudly and peers into the mostly empty bottle of whiskey, he stands up and sways somewhat "Aye'll be right back ol bean an yup me and Gabby, and Greg's going? well tha is good i didn't know that, why you not goin?"

Flaxpaw watches Jarril make his way over to the corner booth. "just pour the rest in here, Quint." she holds out her glass for the little left in the bottle. "I just don't know wot I'd do at Redwall. An I'm not sure Greg an Freddie are going, just, you lot are happy, right?" she smiles, and laughs half-heartedly.

Quinten smirks nad pours the rest of the whiskey in the glass and totters ov er to the bar and grins up at the hare behind it "We'll have another whiskey..." he throws a coin at him and laughs loudly rocking from side to side "Come on...i leave for Redwall soon, i'll be stuck as a Novice, no alcohol, no fun just work, tis time to celebrate" he smirks having forgotten Flax's question whilst at th ebar

Jarril smiles and nods to the other working in the tavern as he's given a bottle of wine along with some hot soup and bread. Taking care of business now, the major begins to dip the bread into the soup then biting a bit portion of it before eating it with one of the wooden spoon in his paw.

Flaxpaw gulps the last bit of whiskey, and stands slowly, paw resting on the table to be sure she can stay upright, then starts wandering toward Jarril-carefully- while Quint is at the bar.

Quinten turns around bottle of whiskey in paw nad walks back to his table, he stops and stares at it "What the devil....where is me drinking partner?" he pours himself a glass and looks about for her

Jarril is happily having a pleasant meal when he notices something coming towards him and he stares for a moment in disbelief. Placing his spoon down he stares. Shaking his head, he goes back to eating his soup as in his first course of many.

Somewhere on the muck, Darklett has reconnected.

Flaxpaw reaches Jarril, and smiles a little, speaking very carefully in an I'm-not-drunk sort of way.."Hey, majah-oh-that is-Jarril. Quinten said we could buy you a drink?" maybe a bit confused about what was actually said as they walked in the tavern. She sways a little unsteadily, and waves a paw back at Quinten. "Have a whole 'nother bottle. An it's not s'bad, really." Gives him a rather earnest look.

Quinten has failed to find where Flax has gne through the crowd and has slumped back in his seat swirling his whiskey and watcing te golden liquid spin in its glass before he knocks it back

Jarril pauses in his eating. "Maybe later, go have fun in drinking, though right now I think ya had enough." Turning his head he calls to the bartender. "Cold water here please."

Flaxpaw blinks at Jarril. that was a no on the drink, then? :she nods, then thinks better of it as the room moves with her head, and reaches a paw out to steady herself, muttering about being just fine as she does so.

Quinten is sat with a bottle of fine whiseky all to himself so is drinking it, topping up his glass and sipping from it, still looking for Flaxpaw and huming softly to himself now, swaying on his seat

Jarril gives a slight frown. "Sit down, Flax." He nods to one of the staff as they bring over a jug and a mug. Taking the jug, the major pours out water and frowns. "Drink this." He shales his head. "Are ya trying ta make things worse? Get drunk at the mountain not here where ya have ta walk back through the beach where anything could happen." It's clear that there is disappointment on his voice.

Flaxpaw sits, looking a bit relieved, and considers Jarril, sipping the water. "Make things worse?" blink blink "I don't see how that could happen, really." she smiles softly, moodiness of drinking really setting in.

Quinten hiccups and chuckles softly to himself as he pushes the half empty bottle of whiskery away from hismelf and struggles up to his foot paws, he stands on tip paws and looks about "Flaaax" he slurs out and begins to weave his way through the crowd bumping into beasts and reeling off them "Flaaax where is yeeer gone?"

Jarril sighs and places both paws on the side of his head as he shakes it. "Ya recruits will be the death of me." The major seeing how drunk Quinten is as he mutters. "I don't need this..." Looking up at Flaxpaw, Jarril frowns. "Go to him and keep him quiet, once ya sobered up again then come see me but I won't talk ta ya in this state. Go!"

Flaxpaw looks at Quinten, then at Jarril, biting her lip. "Quint's not my problem, sah. He's got a doe to look after him." She stands anyway, and sits again. "not sure about the whole walkin thing, either."

Quinten has spotted Jarril and Flax paw and grins wandering over to them both and leaning on the table, slipping so he's kneeling with his head resting on it "Sah an a flax gud tae seez ya boff...where'd ya ged tae flaxy? da whiskey went ta waste"

Jarril looks at Quinten and snaps but instead of shouting he gives a very stern voice. "Right that's it. I've just had enough." Turning to face Quinten. "Ya out of the trip ta redwall, I don't accept recruits who act in such a manner getting drunk. Now sit down while I get some water for ya ta drink." Getting up from the table, it's clear that the hare is really miffed about the situation.

Flaxpaw looks up at Jarril. "now, sah, he was just celebrating. 's my fault, really. you should blame me, sah, not him." now she does stand, swaying with a paw on the table. "he /needs/ to go, sah. he's in love." she seems to think that settles the matter.

Quinten blinks and peers at the Major "Wot....yer can't stop me from a *hiccup* goin sah...or duz ya hecpect me tae believe yer...nedder gud drunk as a rrecrud.."

Jarril frowns. "I was nevah a recruit as I trained back up north before heading here and I will be in command of the patrah and the utmost respect of the patrah ta the abbey and right now ya not giving me any choice. It's my final decision and don't ya dare tell me who and who I cannot go. But maybe after ya sobered up and do some punishment I will change my mind, now sit down. Ya will also tell Gabby that ya were drinking as well, see what she has ta say about this."

Flaxpaw leans against the table, and blinks again. "think the majah's right, Quint. 'bout the drinkin too much." she tries to totter off, not wanting to be near Jarril now she's realised she is, in fact, drunk, but ends up by sitting down hard on the floor, head hels in one paw.

Quinten blinks nad groans and lowers his head onto is arms "Ooooh ya stupid idiot Quint, lookit yer pissed tha major off whilst pished..." he chuckles at his joke and reaches for the jug of water "Oh god did ye hearz im..punishment....awww gods no....stupid idiotic...flaxpaw...idiotic Quinten, should ave stayed ome an finished tha interview wid Zoe"

Jarril nods his head. "Well, I am glad that common sense has come back ta ya heads but ya still in trouble. Ya not moving from here until ya sober enough not ta walk into trouble without being able ta fight back." He looks at Flaxpaw and then to Quinten. "Ya will tell Gabby sometime today or tomorrah or she get a written report about ya behaviour from me." Turning to Flaxpaw. "I don't know what is wrong with ya but ya been giving me hassle for the past couple of days. I don't want an apology either from ya." He pauses and looks away. "Ya only disappoint me again."

Flaxpaw scrambles to her feet unsteadily, tears in her eyes, and goes marching towards the door. "right, sah, drunk on the mountain, not off."

Quinten blinks and looks up at the major with bleary eyes then tips the jug of water into a beaker and stares at it "Was jus...aving a drink wid flaxy an she kept on agoin an a going zhe did yezz...mooning an moochin aboot afer ye Maja" he groans and bangs his head on the table "Gabby's gunna killz me sah..please dun make me stayere....it'd bred...bred..break er art....aye'll do nytin...honest aye will"

Jarril ignores Quinten for the moment and moves rather quickly and agile enough to get in front of Flaxpaw and grabs her by the shoulders. "That doesn't help either. Now are ya going ta keep making the same mistakes and storm off or change ya ways?"

As soon as Zeraph enters the tavern, he hears drunken rambling by two voices he recognizes quite well. His ears lift slowly from a pinned back position and twitch about, before starting towards the group. However, Jarril and Flaxpaw suddenly come towards him, the Major spinning around to grab the recruit in front of the Lieutenant. He jerks in a startled fashion.

Quinten remains where he is slumped on the table starring at the wooden surface despondantly, the fog of alcohol clouding his mind lifting off and he shivers and hugs himself closing his eyes nad groaning "Oh no..." he mumbles softly

Flaxpaw blinks trying to keep her tears in check. "wot'm I supposed to do, Jarril?" she whispers, watching the floor, sobered up a bit, at least apparently. she sways a little....not that sober.

Jarril replies. "Come back ta the table and we're getting ya sober that's what we're going ta do." The major wishing there was a healer about to speed this up and he grins. "Right, there's only one way ta fix this if my memory serves me right about what our cook has ta say about it." Noticing Zeraph he smiles. "Ah, mind asking if they have any hotroot soup left if the otters haven't ate it. Tell them ta make it extra hot. We'll sweat it out of them." The major begins to help Flaxpaw back to the table where Quinten is.

"Uh.." Zeraph turns a curious look to Flaxpaw, looking her over as if contemplating just /how/ drunk she is. Finally he nods. ".. Yes sah." He almost chuckles when he states this one, and goes towards the kitchen to talk with a cook that could possibly be in there. The buck knows the tavern layout well enough now. He pokes his head in, halfway into the other room, then re-emerges after a moment, going to sit down at the table. "They're getting some."

Quinten looks up as the Major comes back and winces at the mention of hotroot "Thaaz nah be needed sah...sorry...jus..juzzed wanned keep flax comp'ny, didz aye screw up?" he asks the last question to Zeraph as he sits down and shifts to lean his head on the tabletop next to the lt. "Didn'zz..realize...ow much izz all wazz...GAbby's gonna, gonna kill me"

Flaxpaw leans against the major as he leads her back to the table, and mutters "never tried hotroot soup, sah. is it good?" she fixes Quint with a stern-ish look. "should have though, shouldn't we have? an Gabby'll still love you, silly buck."

Jarril looks at Quinten. "It's an ordah Quinten, ya going ta eat it all up, no fuss now." He looks at Zeraph as he sits down and shakes his head. "It's times like this that make me think on retiring again, doncha know. That idea of mine on having my own farm is starting ta look a lot more rosier than this." He turns his head and nods as he see's the small pot of hotroot coming towards them with two wooden bows and spoons.

Zeraph doesn't even look down to Quinten, arms folded across his chest and gazing off towards the far wall with a thoughtful, yet disinterested expression. He folds his leg over the other, ankle on his knee as he shakes his head. "Gabby's the least of your problems, Quint.." This is murmured as he looks up to Jarril with a smile of sorts. "I'd be there with you, but I just now got all my strength back and wouldn't mind cracking some heads together." Grin. Those bringing the soup out get his attention.

Quinten emits a whimper at the Major's words and then Zeraph brings him up short and he groans "Major..sadz can't guz tae Edwall...he meantz it too i think" he then sees the pot and closes his eyes "Oh dearz....well if muzzzt we bezzt drink it Flaxzz"

Jarril idly pours out some water and pauses. "Best get another two jugs here, not sure how these two will take ta this." The hare gives a thoughtful expression on his face and it slowly forms to a evil grin. "Then again this could very much be worth all the hassle..." Using the ladle he fills each bowl up to the rim and places them in front of Quinten and Flaxpaw. "We're going ta eat this stuff until ya sweat all that ya drank out of ya. No taking off ya uniform either." Leaning back in his chair the major looks at them. "Best get started.."

Brom enters the tavern, pausing at the door to take a look around before making his way to the bar. He gives a quick, "Afternoon major" as he passes by Jarril. After waiting for the barhare for a bit, he orders himself an ale then looks back to the group of hares

Flaxpaw looks between Jarril and Zeraph, and takes the spoon. "If you say so, sah." she eyes Zeraph for a moment, and asks. "He's bein nice to us, isn't he, sah?" she casts a worried look back at Jarril, seems to be finding this amusing.

"I'm sure he could get worse." The Lieutenant says this as if he knows it for a fact. But is just being vague for the moment. Raph settles back in the chair more to observe Brom's entrance and seeming relaxed. He starts mumbling something about 'a long patroller always having to act as if they are a representative of the organization'. Actually, he's thinking about ways to get back at the recruits now.

Quinten stares at the bowl, watching the Major fill it up until its full, he sighs and reaches a shaky paw towards it "No flaxz....did ye not hear im..itzzz otroot...an we can't...take our uniformzz off...we're gonna roazzzt" he whimpers and slowly picks up his spoon, filling it and down three spoonfulls as quick as he can...maybe taking it fast will help.

Jarril just watches, the recruits not only have to keep a good reputation for the mountain but also to him since he's been teaching them or so it would seem. Crossing his arms now he looks at Quinten and waits for that magic reaction to happen when someone can't take this stuff. He eyes the mug of water beside him. Giving a look at Zeraph he smiles. "How long do ya think it take?"

Jarril blinks and turns his head to Brom. "Afternoon Brom. Do ya want ta deal with these two? What's the thing around here for two ta get drunk?"

Flaxpaw picks up the bowl, and drinks, like it's the whisky or something, then sets it down, and blinks a few times, eyes closing a bit as she sags. either the soup or the whiskey did it finally. she's out.

Zeraph doesn't respond verbally, but lifts one of his folded arms to hold up a paw with all fingers up. Five. Seconds? Minutes? Maybe the first. That is, because the officer glances at Quinten, then curls his thumb to his palm and folds the arm back with the other across his chest. He smiles sweetly at Flaxpaw. And then she's 'out'. Wow.

Somewhere on the muck, Niveus has connected.

Brom nods a thanks and hands over some coins to the bartender. He then takes his mug and makes his way back to the patrollers, looking towards the recruit. "Someone have a little too much fun?"

Quinten manages a fouth moutful and then gasps eye starting from his head and his ears stand up, fur fraying out in all directions, gasping he grips the table and hangs his head, shuddering, head fur standing up with sweat "Wa'er..please...Major.."

Jarril grins before laughing. "Only if ya promise nevah ta drink again and do what Gabby wanted ya ta do as if ya drink again ya be drinking this stuff for a season." Turning his head to Brom, he nods his head but waits on Quinten's response.

Quinten whimpers and nods his yead "Yez...yes sir...please...oh god please..." he manages to force down another spoonfull, not having been told he can stop after all. "I'll never..drink again....givbe me a punishment, make me do anything....just let me stop" his voice loud and urgent but sober, definatly sober, dark dyed fur soaked to the skin now as he sweats.

Zeraph can't conceal the sadistic smirk that passes over his muzzle, and the hare looks like he enjoyed that reaction. Well, it was just better than he expected it to be. Now that the initial 'observation' is over with, he gets up from his chair, to move off.

Brom takes a sip from his ale and chuckles a bit, just watching for the time being

Jarril hands over the jug to where Quinten is as he nods. "Drink up and yes ya be doing punishment alright, got it all sorted in my head, that I have, wot."

Somewhere on the muck, Terrance has connected.

Quinten doesn't really listen to the Major's words until after he's poured the jug of water down his throat, shaking and shivering, his head hits the table and he hugs himself "Sorry...i'm sorry sir....i was a complete fool, i've let you all down.." he shuts up and turns his head sideways starring up at Jarril "Oh gods...what you gonan make me do sir?"

Jarril leans over. "Well, for one ya interrupted my meal which I cannot forget. So first ya will tell Gabby about this, why ya on punishment with Flax and ya will promise her that ya won't drink ever again or whatever she decides. Then ya and Flax will report ta the kitchen and peel every potatah for tomorrow's meals. And cut them as well. Then ya will collect all the dirty dishes and wash them. And finally. Ya can clean those tubs as well since they're full of soap marks and all." He looks at

Quinten. "Finally, get rid of that dye on ya fur if ya even want me ta allow ya ta go ta the abbey."

Quinten just stares up at the Major and then sits up slowly, wincing and placing a paw to his head before he salutes "Yes...sir...sorry sir, it won't happen again sir....no more alcohol for me." he pauses and nods his head as something dawns on him "How long...am i on potatoe duty sir? Or shall i just assume its indefinate?"

Jarril replies back. "Ya doing it all through the day. Breakfast, lunch and dinnah. Until we leave and then. Well, then ya two will be collecting firewood and collecting water for our patrah until we get ta the abbey." He pauses. "If and only if ya don't cause me any problems during then while we're there. I will drop the punishment on the way back. However, if ya even dare get into trouble, I'll make sure ya do the whole thing for two seasons."

Lullaby walks into the tavern, her shoes strangly torn , with a bewildered, yet pleasent look on her face.

Quinten stares at Jarril as if he's gone mad and swallows a trembling paw holding his salute "Yes...yes sir I understand....i'll go back now shall i? ...clean up my fur?"

Jarril nods. "Aye and if anyone asks this is my punishment and ya do it if ya want ta go ta the abbey. No getting out of it either. I'll be keeping my eye on ya now. Don't let the punishments interfere with ya duties mind." The major gives Quinten the sign that he can go.

Brom shakes his head at the recruit and takes another drink, then looks at the hotroot soup Quinten was made to eat and hms, taking the bowl and sipping at the soup a little. He then sets it down with just a smirk.

Quinten nods and stands up and totters towards the door, still a bit unsteady and witha thumping head ache "Yes sir....all of me duties...oh heavens...." he pauses by the door and looks back at the Major and then at Brom as he drinks the soup, he blanches and runs outside to either throw up or find a rain barrel to stick his head in.

Lullaby fixes the fur that lays over her eyes. Then silently found a seat at a table near the back of the room.

Brom chuckles as the recruit runs out and then looks to the Major, "Soup could have used more flavor. That's barely warm" the otter says with a grin. He then takes the seat Quinten vacated and takes a sip from his mug.

Jarril relaxes again and shakes his head. "So." Turning his head to the tavern staff. "Some pasties please and oh, bring another bowl, this stuff I think would be a shame ta waste." The majah lifting up the ladle and sipping the hotroot himself. "Hmmm. Not that bad actually."

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