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--In the Orchard--

Tristan walks into the orchards, leaning on a staff because of his wound. He strides over to the tree where Stormstrike is bound.

Byronn strolls into the orchards, looking around calmly until he sees a bound beast that is. “Oh dear, what happened?"

Stormstrike is struggling to get loose, he hisses and looks up at the sound of voices "Release me or die woodlanders!"

Tristan stops about a foot from the struggling rat, "Just a troublesome archer that's been taking potshots at us." he taps the rat's head with his staff, none too gently, "You hush."

Arden Walks slowly behind Byronn, hearing the rat he narrows his eyes. “I don think yeh'll want to harm me friends mate."

Stormstrike attempts to BITE Tristan's paw when he taps his head, he struggles again and arrows his eyes, showing pure cold hate, he then chuckles dryly “You are all fools, all fools…my master will win and you will lose."

Tristan pulls his paw back and rests on his staff, "I see you're going to be difficult. A pity, since I have no reservations about killing you nice and slow," his words are ice, and there is no hint of a bluff.

Byronn shakes his head “Torturing him would make you just as cruel as his master"

Arden cracks his knuckles “He looks easier to fight than those monitors..."

Tristan waves a paw dismissively, "Alls fair in love and war, friend."

Stormstrike smiles coldly, he isn't able to blend in as well here, unless maybe from a distance against the tree, he looks at the other rat "Well...a rat who likes woodlanders…horrible, and Bloodclaw by now knows his archer is gone, he will guess where and you all will feel his wrath"

Tristan laughs, "Bloody hasn’t taken this place yet, and neither has any other vermin in scores of seasons. Besides, what makes you think he'd risk his beasts for an archer that got himself captured." he pauses and adds, "Not to mention you're useless as a bowbeast with that broken arm."

Arden grins “Well said!"

Stormstrike glares at Tristan now "Your pay fer that soon enough. Don't need two arms to kill you water dog…just need one, and who says need to use an arrow."

Byronn nods. “You know, loads of beasts in your position bluff"

Tristan nods thoughtfully, "You know, you're right. From what I saw last night, you're not such a great archer," he conveniently overlooks the fact that part of his eyebrow is missing because of one of his shots, "Maybe your true calling is with a sword, or maybe a cowardly poison dagger like your master?"

Arden raises a brow “Or his obvious lack of hygiene"

Stormstrike growls low "How dare you mock me, I am an archer, it is my skill and you stole it from me, but no matter...your still die, if not by my paw, by another."

Tristan nods at Arden, "You're right, I can smell him from here, it's a surprise I didn't discover him last night just from the stink." he crosses his arms. "You're quite certain I’ll die? Who's tied to a tree? Hm?"

Byronn grins, finding this mildly amusing

Oz walks into the orchards and walks over to the crowd of beasts "Greetings all, what is all this?"

Arden nods in the direction of the rat bound to a tree. “Seems this archer here is threatenin us"

Stormstrike glares at Tristan more, “You will..." he then sees Oz and shuts up pretty quickly. He tries to gnaw at the ropes and spits out bits of rope fuzz and frowns.

Tristan places a footpaw within kicking range of the rat's broken arm, "Now as much as I’d enjoy trading insults with you late into the night, I came here for information, and that's what I’ll get." he pauses, as if thinking of a question. "Now then," he taps his broken arm as he sees him trying to chew the rope, "How many beasts has Bloody got working for him?"

Oz spots Stormstrike now and glares at him, he counts mentally to 10 and looks at the rat, he listens as they talk.

Arden has left.

Stormstrike watches Oz and chuckles coldly; he looks at the otter "I am saying nothing to you...so go away."

Tristan taps the rat's broken arm rhythmically, as he hums a song to himself, "I suppose we could just let Oz lose on you. Seems like he has a bone to pick with you."

Stormstrike goes to kick at Tristan as he taps the arm “That hurts ya fool woodlander!!!"He grins, "No info from the rat...sorry."

Tristan looks surprised, "Oh, I’m sorry, did I hurt the wee liddle ratty-poo? I'm so sorry." he snorts and turns, "Oz, I don't have the time to fool with him, you kids play nice now." he grins as he walks towards Great Hall.

Oz narrows his eyes at the rat and growls low, starting to get a little upset and walks over to him and gets right in his face. "Talk. Or I will need to give a reason to Lorimis why there a dead rat in the orchards."

--Hope you enjoyed, Tristan certainly did--