Redwall Isn't Safe Anymore! (Is Redwall as Safe as they Say it is? Part Two)

[Ashleg]

Roscoe shook his leg once or twice and hopped in front of Grant, waving a paw in his face.
The weasel adopted a condescending tone. "You must be famished, sir, let's git ya somethin' t' eat."
Grant smacked his paw away. "That's just your excuse to find out what that smell is, isn't it? Don't give me that look, I know what you're up to. You just want our food..."

"Kind an' caring Redwallers let weary travelers join their feasts, no?" Sneered Roscoe, raising an eyebrow.

Fang smirked and nodded at Mortembell.
"It is nearin' twilight. Ye think th' feast'll be ready soon?"

[Groddil]

Mortembell nodded.
"Soon, most likely. We've been getting the feast ready all day, after all."
The vixen watched Stumbly as she tugged on Roscoe's cloak.
"Stumby's hugwee, Woscoe. Stumby can take you to kitchen if you help Stumbly get da vittles from da high shelves!"

[Ashleg]

"Vittles, eh? Why didn't you say so? Lead th' way!" Roscoe said, starting off after Stumbly. "Though I might not be able t' reach. If y' haven't noticed, I'm short."

Grant slipped over to Mortembell and Fang and nodded in the weasel's direction.
"Will you two please go after them? I have to keep getting things ready and it'd take a lot off my paws." He sighed and rubbed his temple. "Every knock at the gates that I think is Log-a-Log turns out to be...the opposite of Log-a-Log. She's usually not this late."

"Mebbe bein' h'Abbot isn't fer you, eh Grant?" Fang chimed.
His grin faded as soon as Grant shot him a cold glare. "Or...yer a great h'Abbot..."

[Groddil]

"Oh, but Woscoe still be's talla than Stumby! Dis way, dere be lots o' nice food!"
Mortembell nodded at Grant.
"Certainly. I didn't feel like letting Stumbly wander off with him anyway."

[Hickory]

The black arrow hissed out of the shrubbery, burying itself in the stoat's throat. Another one slew the ferret, still on the ground. Asher emerged, a third arrow at the ready. Kneeling down by Marble, he inspected the wound. "Deep, clean cut, though."

Gathering a few herbs and ripping a strip of jerkin from Marble's coat. Wrapping the wound as best as he could, he helped the mouse up.

"Lissen, One-Ear's band is probably close to us. Just head west, that's where I'm going."

[Ashleg]

"Then let's go!" Fang said, bounding off after Roscoe at the same time the weasel broke into a sprint.
Roscoe halted near the doors to the kitchens and took a big sniff. "...Oho, this is th' place alright. Lead the way, likkle mousebabe!"

[Hickory]

OOC: Hey guys, just saying, are none of you reading my posts? Because I had Ava greet Roscoe a few pages back, and nothing happened.... And this happens a lot. So, next time, cane you be more careful, and read other posts before posting yourself?

[Groddil]

OOC: Oh, sorry about that Sage. I do normally check, but I must have missed that one.

BIC:

"No need, we're right here."
One-Ear and the Vigil emerged from the bushes.
"Marble was one of the advance scouts; we just caught up to him. If those vermin were part of the horde, then...they must have come from...probably north-west of here. Asher, we're right next to the Abbey, can you take him there?"

[Ashleg]

OOC-

"I'm Roscoe, an' I'm here cause the Vigil's tryin'a kill me." He suddenly looked smug and did a little wave of his cloak, smirking at the little cluster that had formed around him and Grant. "Indirectly of course. Say, am I famous or something?" The weasel grinned and clicked his teeth. "Because I could get used to this!"

I made him answer both of them at once, since Ava said "What do we have here?" Roscoe answered "I'm Roscoe." ;p

[Hickory]

OOC: Okay. I'm just reminding you guys.

BIC: Asher nodded. "Sure. Come on, Marble, let's go."

As they separated from the main party, he questioned the young mouse. "How long have ye been in the Vigil?"

[Groddil]

Marble coughed again, spitting bloody phlegm into the bushes. He leant heavily on Asher and spluttered, pain racking through his entire body.
"Me...I've been here for...about...a week? Maybe more..."

*****

Stumbly led Roscoe into the kitchens. The mousebabe giggled at the antics of Duncan and Petu, and she snuck behind a cabinet. Stumbly beckoned for Roscoe to do the same as she pointed to a large pastie cooling on the windowsill.

[Hickory]

Asher raised an eyebrow. "An' yore an advanced scout? Good work. Maybe I can show you a things or two with a sling, get you to really be able to use it."

[Groddil]

"Advanced? No, I'm not advanced at anything.I just go ahead and look out for stuff. Altough, that sling training could be quite helpful if I don't want...GAAAAH! If I don't want THIS to happen again, huh?"

[Hickory]

"Advanced as in advancing ahead."

Asher looked at the wound. "Well, you just handled yoreself wrong. When yore all alone, fight from the shadows. Use the cover to your advantage, vermin find it harder to fight back at something they don't see. Lay traps. One of the best skills is to mimic voices, which makes them fight among themselves."

Changing his face to look like a vermin, the squirrel sounded totally different. "Huh, well, if'n we stick 'round 'ere much longer, we could be ambushed! It's all yer fault!"

Smiling, he explained the power of such a skill. "You can instigate arguments, make them turn away from you, distract them. There's a lot of options."

[Groddil]

Marble tried to laugh, but pain coursed through his body. The mouse continued to cough up blood.
"If I make it through this...Come on, the gate's right there..."