Re-recruiting (Jan, open)

[Django]

"All 'is arguin's makin' me neck 'urt," Nik waded between the marten and the hare. Tired of the bitter back-and-forth the two had been engaged in, the Logalog had decided it was time to end it. He spoke first to O'Barukal, "Contain yore temper, Marshall. Beast ain't done nothin' t' yew yet, 'as 'e? Look, 'e's still not showin' 'is blade."

The shrew turned next to the marten, "Now, Tarlish, I'm 'fraid yore either Mossguard, or ye ain't. O'Barukal won't settle furra temporary blade-fur-hire, eh? 'F it's vermin-huntin' yore after, I'd be 'appy 'f ye lent yore service t' the Guosim. No 'llegiance required, jus' some 'elp on patrols an' the like. We's allas in need a' more fighters, an' ye seem like an honest sort."

Looking back from one to the other, the shrew cheiftain lifted an eyebrow. "Does 'at suit ye both?" he asked, trying to hide his exasperation. If there was one thing he hated, it was conflict. And the best way to deal with conflict, in Nik's mind, was to confront it head-on.

[Sigurd]

"Beg ye' pardon, sah, but who be arguin', not Ah'!" the hare remarked, offended by the shrew's remark. "Ah' was just sayin;, I cannae afford a sellsword, an' mentioned an aulde companuion o' mine, an' he got mad! Och, doesn't matter, ye ken. So, shauld Ah' leave some troops here to escort yon' troops back to our base o' operations, meh' good sah, or shauld Ah' just wait myself?"

OOC: Lame post, I know.

[Directed by M. Night Shyamalan]

Tarlish held up his paws.

"Please do not mistake my confusion for anger. I am merely, surprised by what the hare said." Turning towards the shrew who had stepped in, Tarlish offered his paw in greetings. "Well then, I would be glad to offer some assistance to your crew if I you'd take me." Turning to the hare, he bowed lightly. "And my apologies over my outburst, your answer threw me off, that was all."

[Sigurd]

"Well, mah' gud' laddie', ef'n Ah' followed yeh' advice, Ah'd havta slay yeh' on the spot, ye ken. Och, no hard feelings, meh' lad'!" He said offering his paw for the marten to shake.

Regardless of whether he shook it or not, (Dutch can decide that), he turned back to the Shrew Chieftain, extending his paw to him as well. "Och, meh' lad', do yeh' have a representative for yon tribe? Ah' assume yeh' will stay here and manage yon tribe, but for tha' Mossguard, Ah' decided a council would be helpful, ye ken. We donnae want to be a dictatorship, or monarchy, ye ken?"