A Boxin' Hare Among Us

[Stoakly Centurio]

*The hare swings open the door to the Tavern, new to Terralux; he wears an emerald tunic, laden with medals and with a fine belt strapped around his waist. A shiny, glimmering saber rests in its elaborate sheathe; he is clearly a Long Patrol hare. His soft brown fur, neatly groomed, gives away his species along with his droopy ears. Cragg shuffles with an ambiance of dominance; it's hard to tell if it is deserved or simply arrogance. He strolls over to the counter and sits upon a comfortable stool, winking at the bartender.* Retired Captain Cragg Arthur McFay at y'service, sah! I'll have an Elderberry Cordial, too, if'n y'don't mind. I'm flippin' parched. Good heavens!

[Terragon Scrufftail]

*Danniar has not been into the Tavern for a long time and it with some timidness that she slips through the door and towards the near empty bar, (another long-absent occurance in itself). The only creature seated there is a hare and - judging by the uniform and Danniar's recollection of her one brief visit to the Salamandastron shores - one of the Long Patrol. Curiousity overcomes her and she seats herself next to him and, with another barely disguised glance at the hare, greets the bartender; it's a been a while since the rat's seen anybeast who works at the Whispering Willow.*