Welcome, to our Abbey!

[Izeroth]

 Gridjaw knew, or rather hoped, that the squirrel wasn't the bloodthirsty type. "I ain't doin' any duels with yew, squirrel! Kill me if yew want; I know how yer kind work!"

[Cornflower MM]

"Weasel! One, have you never heard of sarcasm, and two, SHUT UP!" Arya screeched. "You're definitely not helping my doubts of not killing you or letting you be killed!" She ranted. Then she turned to the stoat. "Our kind, sir?" Arya asked, pausing to snort and sheath her sword, but she let her paw linger on the hilt. "Woodlanders are not a bloodthirsty bunch who kill just for the fun of it. Your kind is the one who will needlessly slay. In fact, which one of us jumped out of a shrub, planning to kill the other, for no good reason, sir?" Arya icily said, her features turning into a mask of cold, hard, stone.

[Izeroth]

 Gridjaw inched slightly farther from the squirrel as he talked. "I never said I was all shiny clean, squirrel, I was just pointin' out the fact that yew woodlanders ain't typically very kind toward us vermin. I ain't seen any battles afore, but what I can tell from the stories is that they usually end with yew 'goodbeasts' wipin' us off the face 'o Mossflower. Why would yew want t' spare me anyway? I'm just a useless vermin, 'ain't I?"

The stoat's mind was already racing with possibilities to escape. If he could just distract the squirrel long enough to make a break for it...

[Cornflower MM]

"Hmm, and why is that, I wonder? It wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that you vermin try to kill us every chance you get, now could it?" Arya's voice dripped with sarcasm. "And as for me sparing you, no life is useless or worthless." She finished, eyes flashing.

[Ashleg]

"Lissen t' 'er! Shaddap, y'lousy weasel, shaddap, shut up!" Roscoe mimicked, watching as the confrontation between stoat and squirrel continued.
He had to admit, although the stoat had just tried to kill him, he had a point.

[Izeroth]

 "Maybe," Gridjaw continued, "we wouldn't try te kill ya if yew d'int treat us like dirt!"

Now was his chance. The stoat ducked to avoid the squirrel's sword, grabbed his spear, and ran for the woods.

[Cornflower MM]

Arya rolled her eyes. "We only treat you like dirt because you try to kill us so often!" She shouted at the fleeing stoat's back. She'd let him run off - What was the point in hunting him down and killing him? None, really. She turned to the weasel. "I apologize for rudely screaming at you to shut up. It was wrong of me." Arya admitted, politely nodding her head.

[Lady Amber]

Arlane walked along, the warm sun shining down through the trees. She liked leaving the bustle of the Abbey and going out into the calmness of the woods, to hear the birdsong and feel the soft breeze.

Shouts and loud voices suddenly disturbed the quietness. Arlane's ears pricked up. Targeting the sound, she crept silently forward, wondering who it was. Then she saw two creatures, one a squirrel, the other a weasel. She also saw a stoat running away in the distance. The river otter sat down, deciding to see what would happen.

[Ashleg]

Roscoe folded his arms and rolled his eyes. "Oh, that? That was nothin' compared t' what I got the other day...But I'd bet you don't wanna hear it, 'cause I haveta shuddup...So I'll be on my way." He sneered, sidestepping around the squirrel.
"Ah, an' this 'sarcasm' stuff yer ramblin' on and on about? Turns out I'm more familiar with it then you thought!"

[Lady Amber]

Arlane leaned forward, listening intently. She accidentally put her paw on a stick and it snapped, making a loud noise. The squirrel and weasel were guaranteed to hear it.

[Ashleg]

Roscoe whirled around.
"What's that? 'S he comin' back t' kill us?!"

[LT Sandpaw]

Casta glanced down at the otter who had managed to sneak up on him, she was directly below him and peering in on the same events he was watching with so much amusement. If the events taking place here was attracting so much attention from harmless creatures then it might attract more unwanted attention from something a little more dangerous then two vermin. Casta shot off into the trees not caring if his presence was alerted to the three he had been watching.

[Lady Amber]

Arlane slowly poked her head up over the bush she was hiding behind. "It's just me," she said.

[Cornflower MM]

Arya had spun around, drawing her sword. When she saw it was an otter, she lowered the blade, but stayed ready. She noted the branches of the tree right beside the otter who had popped up sway, as if a squirrel had ran off. "Well, this is an eventful day." She muttered. "What's your name, otter?" Arya called.

[Lady Amber]

"Arlane," she replied. "Who are you?" As she said this, she looked her up and down warily. The squirrel seemed friendly enough, but the fact that she was with a vermin was a bit odd.