Things Are Starting To Look Intresting Now

This Happen in the Holding Cells of Ferravale, Scioto is annoyed and questions Bandit and starts to slay him when....a face from the past enters..and well read and enjoy

Scioto steps out of his office and looks in the cell quietly without a word.

Bandit is laying on the bed inside the cell. He hates to admit it but his time in the cell has been good for his health. The fox has shed a few pounds from his waist line on the bread and water diet.

Scioto clears his throat, “Greetings to you Bandit"

The pudgy fox sits up on the cot. Supporting his weight on his paws he leans back and replies, "Morning Chief. At least...I think it’s morning. Hard to say when you are caged up like a wild beasty."

Scioto says, "It is afternoon but that doesn’t matter, I have been doing a lot of thinking on just what to do with you"

Gulp! Replies the fox. Bandit is reminded once again that he is in no position for witty banter. "A-and what just ARE you going to do with me?"

Scioto takes a deep breath as he studies the fox, "I have had mixed reports..your a slaver..your not a slaver..also reports that you have beasts after your head some reason, Lee says your not a slaver and that you were framed"

"Lee speaks truthfully," The fox nods. "Admittedly I've done some stupid things in my life but I've never been a slaver." Pirate, rouge, mercenary, rebel fighter yes. Even a spy once. Not that he would tell Scioto about that of course.

Scioto glares, he is already peeved from other news, "And whom he says framed you..still odd news yet could be true"

Bandit nods vigorously, "I'm telling you chief. I'm not a slaver. I've come to know these beasts in Mossflower as my friends! Please, you have to believe me. That Safana is a scoundrel and a liar!"

Scioto shakes his head, "Enough talk..maybe should just get you BOTH dealed with as soon as possible"

Bandit swallows. His heart is starting to race, "D-dealt with? W-what do you mean..." The fox rubs his neck as he finishes, "Dealt with?"

Scioto draws his sword...hmmms looks bad

The shadowy figure of a stoat walks into the room and seems to fill the air with a noticeable menace. He is sipping from a flagon of a very strong smelling ale, which is all that hints at his arrival and identity until he speaks. "Do not raise arms against this idiot of a fox, Scioto"

Scioto ears perk as he slowly turns to the voice; he sniffs the air and recognizes the ale too.."Impossible..."

Bandit's tail poofs out wide. He is not sure whether to be thankful to the stoat or angry for calling him an idiot. Regardless the sight of the cat drawing his blade has almost given the plump brown fox a heart attack.

Marek takes off his hood to reveal his identity. "I think I have more than enough authority to say whether someone is a slaver or not, Scioto. For I have had experience with them myself and this..." He gestures to Bandit. "Bumbling lump of fur is not one of them'”

Scioto starts to aim his sword at Marek and then puts the sword away, "How are you alive Marek?" He is still in shock from this; he looks at Bandit and then Marek again. "Yes..you do know whom are slavers and whom is not, one thing we have in common is a hate for slavers"

Bandit opens his mouth to reply to the 'bumbling lump of fur' comment then pauses, "Wait wait wait..." the fox shakes his head, "/You're/ Marek? Marek the beast who took over the village of Ferrevale....the same Marek who attacked Redwall?" Bandit crosses his arms, "I thought you would be taller."

Marek frowns. "I see I have a...fan, interesting" He clears his throat. "I was taken from the River Moss, barely breathing but alive. My healer took care of my wounds and nursed me back to health. Unfournately, he betrayed me later on by joining a band of slavers under the leadership of a beast named Nightfur. I gathered my men to return to Mossflower and attempt once again to take it over, and have built myself a small fortress in the North Woods. But lately I have decided that Nightfur's plans have gone too far, and I ventured down here to gain help in my crusade against the slavers that dare to habitat my territory...and my future territory"

Scioto narrows his eyes at Marek, "I don't think you be taking over any..." He takes a deep breath and exhales again, "So, you know some of Nightfur, he has caused some trouble down here lately or rather the ones who work for him, he was banished, he had plans to try and kill Brother Benar of Redwall, hopefully that was stopped I have not gotten news on that.." He is quiet and looks at Marek "Help against Nightfur is much needed.."

"I wouldn't go so far to call myself a 'fan'." Supporting himself again on his paws Bandit leans backward on the bed, "I killed a few of your minions on the walls of Redwall." The fox pauses as Scioto’s words sink in, "Wait, you can't be serious Chief. This man tried to kill you, your family, and steal the village from you! He's...he's..." The fox leans forward and gestures to the stoat, unable to find the right word to describe him.

Marek nods. "I am willing to help as much as I can, Scioto. I believe a truce is in order. For both our sakes Mossflower must be free of slavery especially by one such as Nightfur. I have lot many things to that beast, and I do not intend to lose more" He sips his ale. "So do what you must, make a treaty, I'll keep my word. You can even bring in that annoying seer of yours" He turns to Bandit. "I believe the word you are looking for is Evil, boy. Now don't stutter.....scone?"

Scioto listens to Marek's words as he speaks, "A truce...you can have a room at the Inn and you can go to the tavern but..a guard will be with you at all times, we will talk on this further in my office and yes Nightbreath will be with me when we chat...he will know your thoughts"

Marek nods. "I thank you, Scioto, and I'll shall talk to you in the morning" He starts to leave and sips the ale. "I approve of your contiuence in Dragon's Breath Ale.....I did nice work rebuilding that tavern didn't I?" He leaves the room. "Good Day Scioto, Bandit....and seriously, change that awful name of yours"

Bandit growls at the departing stoat. "It's a nick name you..." The fox turns to the cat. "Are you really going to let him get away like that? You know how dangerous he is."

Scioto glares at Bandit and goes to unlock the cell but first "You will do as I say..one leave Marek alone..two STAY IN FERRAVALE..if you leave I send someone to slay you..three your have a guard with you also and can have a room at the Inn..a guard to protect and keep you in line...now" A guard nods to Scioto and looks at the fox "Have a good day and do NOT stuff yourself full of food...now go before I change my mind on letting you keep your head today"

The fox opens his mouth again to respond but decides it might be best to keep silent this time. Bandit picks himself up and takes a step out of the cell. "Yes /sir/." The fox growls. Grateful to be released, if a bit bitter as to how he was released. Has the fox's reputation really gone down so much that people will believe the warlords word over his own? "I'll stay clear of that rat. But mark my words, you will regret not killing him here and now..." the fox turns for the exit.

Scioto watches Bandit and the guard leave, makes sure a guard is following Marek and then turns to go find Nightbreath