Characters Involved: Posco, Etow, and Jacob.

RW Abbey: Entry
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The sandy entry between the Great Hall and the Main
Gates as definately seen better days then these, All
manner of activeity is happening here, beasts running
back and forth with carts of rubble, guards marching
around keeping an eye out for danger, and dibbuns
running and playing among the large peices of rubble
in the distance. Underneath it all though is a hollow
feeling, Redwall Abbey has lost its warm feeling of
safety; it would seem that the brigands and rogues who
roam the road are more deady and dastardly.

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Exits: [C]limb to the [R]amparts, [G]reat [H]all,
[Ga]te [H]ouse, [C]hampion's [C]ottage, [Leave]
through the gates, [A]bbey [P]ond, [Open] Ground
** THIS ROOM IS BROADCASTING **

Like a gentle breeze flowing across a calm lake, a
cloaked mouse steps slowly into the Abbey. His head
leans back slightly as he gazes around with large
eyes, the abbey he once knew seems to be gone. "So the
rumor was true.." he states casually to himself before
trotting around looking for somebeast to question.

Etow walks through the gates.
Etow has arrived.

Etow walks out of the great hall "rumor?"

A rough, deep hummign is heard and the clank and clang
of what sounds like pots and pans is heard. A moles
steps through the gates, pulling a large cart with
him. He stops, and takes off his hat, wiping his brow
with it. His eyes turn to the mouse and he smiles.

Jacob turns slowly to the voice,"I mean the truth..Now
at least.." The mouse slides the hood back from off
his head and turn to the mole,"Greetings. Are you a
resident of this abbey?"
Etow nods slowly at his answer, not really
understanding

Posco bobs his head. "Hurr, thut Oi h'am! Boin gune
furr 'e long toime, Oi 'arve. Been gettin' supplies
furr 'ee winter!" he jerks a claw back towards the
cart, filled with food, wood, and other small
materials.

Jacob nods solemly to the mole,"I see. Who is the
current Head of the Abbey?"

Etow asks, "are you the Posco, my teacher Slayen
speaks of mister mole?""

Posco bows, tipping his hat back on his head. "Hurr,
thut Oi am. Slayen, huh? Roight gudd beast, 'ee is."
turns to Jacob. "Wull, tah tell 'ee truth, thurr
b'aint boi ah 'head' o' 'ee H'abbey. Oi'm in charge o'
work 'n restoration, but if'n yeh want sumthing else,
Oi'd troi Mizz Kevarr!"

Etow says, "he spoke very highly of you as well sir""

Jacob hmms lightly and sets his gaze on the fox for a
moment,"I see. Miss Kevarr you say?" he replies
calmly. He looks back at the mole,"How is the
restoration going anyhow?"

Posco blushes at Etow's comment. "Jus' doin' moi job,
Zurr!" he nods over to Jacob. "Ah little slower thun
Oi care for, but foine all 'ee same. Oi's got ah lot
o' firewood hurr tah patch oop sume places..."

Jacob flicks his bow from his right into his left paw
skillfully. "Thank you friend..." he states before
reaching into his robe,"Where can I turn in my
weapon?" he asks.

Etow says, "the guards will take them sir""

Posco brushes his hands together, patting the handle
of the cart. "Hurr, Oi bet Mizz Kevurr will boi glad
tah see this, she wull! Took moi weeks tah gathur et
all, et did! Burr, winter boi close. Oi got back just
en toime."

Jacob remain quiet at Posco's comment and turns to the
fox,"Is there an armourer or metal worker around?"

Etow says, "I don't know, i have been here for only a
short time""

Jacob nods quickly and turns to the mole,"Perhaps you
can help me. I rather see someone destory the weapon
to pass it on to a guard."

Etow says, "That is very honorable""

Posco scratches his head, moving his hat to the side.
"Hurr... wull now, destroy et? Oi'm sure Oi cin... Oi
'arve ah anvil in 'ee open groud Oit cin 'eat up and
melt et... if'en thut's whut yeh want."

Jacob nods to the mole,"That would work.." Jacob looks
back to the fox,"Honor is a world use to described a
false answer. Honor stims from the idea of dishonor
witch is nothing more than a misintrepretation of our
lives. I live without honor, but your sentiment kind
and I thank you."

Etow looks confused but says "I am Etow, sir"

Posco adjusts his hat and nods. "Hurr, Oi'll do thut
then... wuld yeh moind moi takin' 'ee metal? Oi cin
form et inter new door hinges whurr 'ee others 'arve
broke..."

Jacob turns and nods to the mole as he begens to talk.
As the mole finishes Jacob blinks and says,"You wish
to use the metal for a door?" he asks. Then, as Etow
introduces himself Jacob turns and nods to the
Fox,"Greetings Etow, I am Jao"

Posco shrugs. "If'n yeh want 'ee metal furr yurrself,
Oi cin foind sume elsewhurr. Oi don' know whut yeh'd
loike tah do wid et." he leans against the cart, his
snout wiggles.

Jacob smiles meekly at the mole,"I have no problem
with it being used for a door. In fact that is
perfect, I only request one thing...."

Posco bobs his head, tugging his snout. "Hurr,
'course, h'anythung." he motions a paw in gesture to
go on.

Etow just listens to the two not saying anything

Jacob asks,"Could you get someone to engrave a message
on the hing?"

Posco nods. "'O course. Oi'm not too bad wid script
moiself. Oi was taught boi ah roight smart ol' mouse
when Oi was but ah dibbun."

Jao nods and says,"Excellent. Then I shall entrust my
sword to you good mole.." Jao withdraws his weapon
from his left hip and hands it handle first to the
mole.

Posco inspects the blade. "Hurr, thus boi ah gudd
blade, foinely made too... Hrrmm... maybe et cin boi
made inter 'ee metal which 'old 'ee new stained glass
winders tugether... Windows... which bring loight 'n
joy.. an' 'eee stained glass on which beasts o' 'ee
abbey are on. Thys sword metal cin brung et all
tugether..." He mumbles to himself, but they can hear
all the same.

Jao removes his sheath and passes it to the fox,"Take
this, Etow.." he says. Tossing the sheath at the fox.

Etow catches it "uh..I really don't like anything that
has to do with weapons"

Jacob raises his eyebrow,"Then use it to carry tools
you use everyday. A bucket can carry more than just
barries.."

Etow nods "ok"

Jao takes in a deep breath and looks back to the
mole,"When you plan to put the metal in use, please
let me know. I'll give you the message then. Now, I
must continue on. Good journey to you both."

Etow says, "bye sir""

Posco nods his head to Jao and takes the handle of the
cart back in his paw. "An' ah gudd day to yeh, Zurr.
Oi'll tull yeh when Oi use et. See yeh 'round!"

Jao flicks his hood over his head with his right paw
before returning his staff into it. He nods quickly
and trots off into the Halls.