Abject Idiocy ((Enon, open))

[Kenyon]

Once the last of the three disappeared behind the treeline, Enon drew her dirk again and squatted in front of her captives, her twisted face leering as she chattered again in their language. She was not fond of letting beasts go when they had committed crimes, and eating otherbeasts was one of the worst crimes in her book. She felt the punishment ought to fit the crime, no silliness like ‘scaring’ the vermin and hoping they learned the lesson. They never learned, and it often led to tragedy.

There was only five of them, and in the end there were five more bodies to lay on the ground in the clearing besides the ones that had died in battle. Sheathing her cleaned dirk, she went in search of the mice and the lost rabbit. “Ah’m Enon McKie.” She didn’t offer her paw, figuring they might not want to shake it after the execution she had just performed.

“Wot are ye lookin’ fer, longears?” She turned her attention back on the nervous rabbit, twitching a tufted ear in interest.

[Django]

“Ah’m Enon McKie.”

Yes, nice to meet you, too, Blacky. Django didn't offer his paw in return. One ear flicked back as he replied, "I'm Django. And, um, _{thanks . . . I guess . . .}" Well, she had helped save his life. Though Pipkin had cut him loose. They'd both helped him. Even when he wasn't really supposed to be out here in the first place. Father Rommel was going to have his neck for this.

He didn't look back at the Flitchaye camp. In fact, he was currently doing his best to forget what the squirrel had done. Though he hadn't witnessed any of it, it was still quite a gruesome thought.

[nikki]

"Salamandastron?" Pipkin gave the rabbit a quizzical look, tail curving up behind him almost as a question mark. "Hmm. I've heard of that, often in conjunction with Redwall - that'd be my own goal.But it's a mountain, isn't it? Terrain's rather even here, not s'much as a foothill." Banwurt was lost, amazingly so as far as Pipkin could tell.

"Still. If Miss McKie knows the hare cry, she might know the mountain. An' if not, Django here can guide us t'Redwall an' we'll learn there, eh?"

The dormouse smiled at the other three, paws spread in appeal.

[tenor]

Lost was a polite way to describe what Banwurt was. The rabbit cleared his throat and almost jumped out of his skin when the squirrel returned, rather skittish at the moment all things considered. With introductions going about he did nod his head, taking note of their names. "A pleasure," he spoke, careful with his words, but he did give a proper bow. "I am Banwurt Violanus."

As he was about to answer Enon's question, Pipkin began quizzing him on the details of Salamandastron, which Banwurt managed a nervous but apologetic smile to the squirrel. "Yes, that is to my own understanding. I am afraid my brother and I were played a bit of a cruel trick on directions.." He would fidget once more, paws seeking hold on his cloak as if to contemplate.


"Still. If Miss McKie knows the hare cry, she might know the mountain. An' if not, Django here can guide us t'Redwall an' we'll learn there, eh?"

Banwurt's ears stood right up before drooping back towards his shoulders. Nervousness locked to him once more, before he looked over to Enon. So it was she who had gave the cry.. he thought he had heard it. At least that slight mystery had been solved. "I do not wish to burden anybeast with my own troubles," his voice was getting a bit quiet. In particular, even if good beasts, he did not wish to trouble the squirrel. She did seem rather busy, at least, or struck him as such with their timing upon meeting one another. He almost seemed shy about the matter entirely.