3:30 am, Tuesday..

[Tinsy Stormsight]

The night was cold and clear, with a bright moon overhead. A lone figure wandered into the old church, dropped his weapons on a pew by the door, slammed it after him, and settled on a bench inside. Obviously, the place was deserted..most churches are at three in the morning. The creature..a tall squirrel, brown-eyed and golden-furred..pulled off his hat and tossed it irritably onto a pew and muttered darkly.
Next to enter was a squirrel, very similar in looks to the first..perhaps a bit smaller (and, maybe, fatter) in the frame, and wearing an enourmous foppish hat of French design. He set the hat next to the sword and dagger on the pew and strolled over to where the first sat, standing with his paws behind his back.
"Look, Regen, you didn't actually have to fight the man, you know. Just because Amy was an idiot and got herself caught up with five different people all fighting for her 'honor' - which is dubious (by which I mean to say nonexistant) anyhow - doesn't mean you have to step in."
The other squirrel - Regen - rattles his claws on the back of the bench, the ring on his right paw flashing in the light. "Yes I did. It's...complicated. I thought I could deal with the problem just by cutting the ears off all of them."
"Yes, but instead you sent two to the devil, maimed one of the others for life, and only managed to cut the ears off of three of them. Although those were definitely a triumph. I hope you kept the ears."
Regen scowls.
"No, I didn't keep the ears. I'm a Spaniard, not a Moorish heathen..and you hardly did any better, Raymond. Went off, got yourself in gambling debt, and dragged the whole family into the mess. So don't blame me for starting a war that could only be stopped by me getting married."
This last is said with much disgust.
The other squirrel..better known as Lonas..laughs and sits on another pew with a thud, crossing his boots and grinning merrily at Regen. The squirrel mutters something that probably shouldn't be said in a church and studies the gold ring on his paw. It's not his usual, but is instead a thick gold band with more than one emerald on it.
"To Amy. I hate Amy. She's a bloodthirsty slaughterous man-eating harpy. Not bad-looking, I will admit, but nevertheless.."
A long pause. Regen scowls. Lonas grins slightly, running a claw down the new scar on his face.
"Going home was a bad idea. Don't know how I'm gonna get out of this one," Regen states. Lonas shrugs.
"Well, runnin' back to England seems t' have done it. Now y' just have to hope Amy doesn't get into any more trouble. I mean, she probably will, knowing her, but.."
He shrugs again. Regen sighs.
"So..I got married and undisgraced myself. You're a wanted criminal and keep digging your grave deeper. Not sure which is worse."
"Well, we'll most likely find out sooner or later." Lonas stands, tossing his red cloak back over his shoulder. "Let's go get a drink."
Regen stands up and shrugs slightly.
"May as well."
The brothers begin to leave. Regen pauses suddenly, ears pricked toward the small side chapel, where a scraping sound is heard before it stops.
"Who's there?"
He doesn't sound particularly concerned, merely curious. Lonas pauses, hat in hand, and looks in the same direction, brown eyes sharp..

[Terragon Scrufftail]

"Only me," answers Kael. The otter steps from the darkness of the belltower threshold and makes his way closer to the two brothers, tail brushing against the stone floor. "My apologies for interrupting. I heard somebeast down here and wondered if they were in need of assistance. Though by the sounds of things the only thing you'll be needing this evening is wine." And strong wine at that, he adds, though whether the words escape his lips or not in a murmur he cannot quite tell.