The next one to enter the Inn was a hedgehog, Cockleburr by name. He came  up to  Arries and asked for an October Ale. He was a friend of Grundlink and didn't know he was there until he came in. He saw him  conversing with the squirrel and saw the wildcat looking at them suspiciously. "Grundlink!" he said. "Long time no see! What are you doing with yourself?"

Grundlink paid for both the meal and room and was just about to return to his table to finish the meal when a familiar voice hailed him. The rat twirled over his shoulder to see the hedgehog.

“Cockleburr!” Grundlink walked up to and hugged the hedgehog. “Haven’t seen ye much these days, either! I’ve been keepin’ well, just’ visited my parents yesterday, then got back t’ travelin’ again. I came upon this nice place abou’ a few minutes ago myself. You've still got yer old habits, eh? October Ale an’ nothin' else.”

Grundlink excused himself while Arries the squirrel escorted him to his room. Simple and humble: a feather bed in the corner, a small end table with chair, and a large dresser and closet. The basic things, never materialistic or wealthy. He smiled encouragingly at Arries.

“Got everythin’ I need here, and can see this inn havin' a brigh’ future! Keep workin’ hard, miss Arries, and ye’ll have yer place like a rich palace before ye can say ‘cognac’! Thank ye, I’ll just drop off my stuff.”

He fetched his knapsack and returned to the bedroom, leaving it on the end table, strapped tight and shut. Hoping that nobeast would dare try to steal it, Grundlink closed the door and entered back out into the main area, inviting Cockleburr to join his table.

The cognac had been fine! Nothing wrong with it, as the rat lifted the cup to drink again. He had simply overreacted. He beckoned Cockleburr over and spoke to the hedgehog in a low voice.

“I’ve translated the front side o’ th’ map. It’s strange t’ me. I can’t figure anythin’ out. Anythin’ you've heard from the Islands that I should know?”

Arries blushed deeply as Grundlink commented on her inn.
"Thank you, it means a lot for you to say that. "
She went downstairs and went the counter where a hedgehog was. She quickly went and grabbed the October Ale for him. She saw Grundlink and the hedgehog greet one another, then converse in quiet tones.
She went over to thier table.
"Do you need anything?" she asked, then added softly, "Like a private room or table?"

Cockleburr sat down with Grundlink. A hedgehog and a rat talking together looked strange to  anybody looking, but the hedgehog had been friends with the rat for so long that he thought nothing of it.

He also spoke in low tones, not liking the way the wildcat was looking at them. "I'll look at it with you later. I heard a few things from the Islands, but also something more important that I heard from a Sparra. It is this…" Then Arries came up. There were too many ears around. He looked up at the squirrel. "Yes, I think we need a private room and table," he said, taking a sip of his October Ale. "And I'll have what he's having."

He winked at Grundlink. They would have a lot to talk about later when they were away together.

Arries nodded, then showed them the back room of the inn, which was like the main part, but was more secluded, more decorated, and the wildcat wasn't allowed to go in there, in case she might break something.
She quickly went back and grabbed what Cockleburr ordered.
"By the way, I suggest you don't bring out your map anymore unless you are in your room. " She said as she set down the beverage, "Or anything cryptic, or anything valuable."

Another beast entered the inn of a weathered looking ferret with a walking staff of sorts. From a first glance of the ferret he had the appearance of an experienced fighter and seen much on their travels, especially from how he rubbed fresh dirt off his worn boots on the rug behind the front door. With a steady walk and clicks of his staff hitting the floor he made his way to the counter, not caring if the wildcat and what seemed to be lackeys with her in one corner of the inn.

Lance Drifter he was, hailing from lands far to the north and while some might not guess where he came from exactly, as those can guess hes traveled far from how worn his clothes looked. He waited patiently for the innkeeper to come back and place his order for his stay there, all the while keeping a passive eye under hood towards where the wildcat was.

Arries came in from the other room, and saw that another beast had entered.
"Oh, sorry, didn't see you there. What would you like? " She asked.

A flicker of surprise came in the form of a raised brow under his hood, but it quickly disappeared from Arries arrival. "Bread and ale, care not for what kind." He said in a gruff and distinct northern accent as he headed over to a table in a corner of the room away from the wildcat and her lackeys. Taking off his pack he set it to the side of him with a audible thunk and leaned his staff against the wall beside him as he took his seat.

Pulling out a small map from a pocket and he unfolded it onto the table before him as he looked it over. At a glance one can tell it showed a different land and had foreign writing in runic shapes as he looked it over. Mentally he plotted out his course for his next destination and how long it would take as he muttered to himself lowly.

Arries quickly grabbed the bread and ale, and hurried over to his table. As she caught sight of the map, she muttered under her breath, "What is it and cryptic maps in plain view today?"
She sighed and placed the food and drink on the table.
"Would you like anything else?" she asked.

Arries the wildcat quickly saw the ferret, and noticed he was from far away. Maybe he would have some info too, she would have to ask later. She dismissed her generals and went to a table.
"I need some food over here!" She yelled.
Arries the squirrel glared at her."Could you wait a minute, I have to deal with a customer!" She shouted back.

Lance caught the muttered words Arries made and caught slight interest for the ferret. "Cryptic, no. Useful? Up till a week before crossing into…." he struggled to find the word, "Mossflower, yes." He says before giving a grunt of approval for the food and took a bite from the warm bread. Always nice to have the occasional warm food in ones belly from long travelling considering how far north he came from and how beasts acted very differently this far south.

He could tell the wildcat is a leader of some sort, but one he might get a job with? He drank some ale and shoved that idea out of his head, a wandering mercenary has to have at least some standards if any. "Any reason for...being suspicious of maps?" He asked with slight interest but not really.

"How much? Food and lodging for one night?" Another question along with his first one as he still had some leftover money from his last odd job.

Hurrying back to his bedroom, Grundlink grabbed his knapsack and followed Cockleburr into the private room that Arries had shown them, barely noticing the newcomer ferret entering the inn.

“Miss Arries.” Grundlink bowed before her respectfully and gave her a promising assuring nod.  “My map is written in a language that is ancient an' intrinsic in nature, beyond th’ understandin’ o’ even th’ most brilliant o’ minds on our planet. My friend Cockleburr and myself are th’ only ones able t’ read it. You've done great to help us today. Thank ye for this private room.”

After the squirrelmaid had left, Grundlink sat comfortably down on one side of a red velvet sofa, patting the cushion beside him for Cockleburr to join in. The black-and-white-faced rat’s eyes appeared to expand in his high piqued curiosity; he raised his half-empty glass of cognac at the hedgehog, encouraging the story.

“Now, my mate Cockleburr, wha’ is it ye heard from th’ Sparra? Wha’ are they doin’ in th’ East? Or does this concern somethin’ different, their own business? Is it somethin’ ‘bout th’ map?”

Grundlink opened up his knapsack to retrieve the map. Undoing the twine knots and unwrapping the sackcloth covering, the rat spread it out on a large birch round table before the sofa.

“Part o’ this front’ side is translated, or wha’ little I can gather. Best ye write this down, it’s a tiny little piece..”

Grundlink cleared his throat and read meticulously, tracing his fingers along the runes imprinted on the sides of the map.

‘Familiar shadows…lands o’ memory. Lights on hills o’ rock an’ stone. Five weapons an’ one flag.’

Makes no sense; can’t get my head around anythin’!” He folded it up lengthwise and passed Cockleburr’s glass of ale to him. “Puttin’ it aside, for now, wha’ have ye got? Wha’ do th’ Sparra say?”

Arries the squirrel sighed.
"Nothing wrong with them, except someone needs to conquer some lands." She let a little sarcasm drip into the comment. "That would be 4 coins please."
Arries the wildcat heard the comment and inwardly flínched, but covered it up by asking for some food again, loudly. The squirrel glared at her again.

Thankfully he had enough to pay as he stuck a paw into a pouch on his belt and pulled out four coins. He placed them on the table near to Arries, "Ambitious one?" or Foolish. Lance could tell where the sarcasm was directed at when the squirrelmaid glared at the wildcat. She had spirit, he'll give her that at least as he resumed looking over the old map and its runic lettering.

The land the map showed he knew well for much of it is from explorers who traveled by water and while it did give a rough view of much of mossflower inland he already knew how old it was from his own travels to said lands. Much of it needs to be either filled in or changed, but it did its job and the strange riddles on the sides weren't helpful either.

Arries looked at the ferret.
"It is more personal. But she has caused no trouble yet, so she can stay here."

Cockleburr listened intently to what Grundlink had to say and pored over the map. Five weapons and one flag. he repeated. He looked up. "I do have news for you. Redwall has a new Champion appointed by Martin himself according to what the Sparra said to me. And he is the most unlikely warrior they have had. He is a ferret named Fernleaf. He was formerly known as Zagreb the Assassin, but he has changed his way to a goodbeast, making a vow before Lord Tokal of Salamandastron. He vowed that he would hereafter seek the ways of peace, and became a hermit, a healer and an herbalist living in Mossflower. He healed Jared, the Bearer of Light and his sister, bringing them back from the very brink of death.

He now bears the Sword of Martin and is learning the ways of the warrior, and will be at Tinarandel's side against the vermin. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard it, but the Sparra swore by his egg that it is true. It seems things are coming together at last."

"Yet." Lance said with a bit of unintentional sarcasm dripped into it as well into his reply. The ferret couldn't help but add his own comment to what he assumed to be a common jest between…rivals he guessed. "Any other patrons other then the cat here?" He asked in curiosity as he noticed a rat hurrying to a back room when he first entered the Inn for only a mere few seconds. Why in such a hurry he knew not, but something about it interested him in some way he couldn't really put down.

A wide bright toothy smile pulled at Grundlink’s mouth, cheered and made proud by the news he heard.

“That is fantastic news, Cockleburr! We finally have a way t’ end th’ terrible threat against’ Redwall Abbey! I don’ believe in knowin’ this Fernleaf character, or his former identity, Zagreb. But wha’ a lifetime opportunity it would be t’ meet him! And Jared, my old friend teaching him th’ Warrior’s way, jus’ as he once did me! Should we head t’ Redwall ourselves once done here, my hedgehog buddy? First, though, I’d like t’ hear wha’ th’ Eastern Islands say.”

Grundlink opened the map again, placing his fingers on the shapes of the Islands and their runic names.

“Eseltharis, Tutha, Maraul, Githinien, an’ Bevidred. I love ‘em all! Such legendary parts o’ th’ world, unparalleled by any other. Mayhaps I will drop by again sometime, in th’ very near future if possible. What should I know abou’ happenings there, Cockleburr?”

Deep in his soul, Grundlink could feel the wildcat’s eyes on him. She was up to something, he knew it. But what?!

OOC: the wildcat is still in the other room.
Arries looked at the ferret in surprise.
"Well aren't you curious!! But yes, there are others here. a rat and a hedgehog that came in not to long ago!" Arries wiped the counter some more. She heard Arries the wildcat yell again, but ignored her.
"Do you need anything else?"

Cockleburr shuddered. "The enemy, the greatest foe of the Eastern Islands and of Jared is headed his way to Redwall. The name I dare not utter lest I summon him," he said. "Yes, we should find the Islands first, but then we should go to Redwall to help them. He has trained me as well, though I prefer bow and arrow to swords. I had to leave my weapons at the door, the rules of the Inn."

He looked at the map and pondered the riddle again. "That is a poser and no mistake."

"As curious as a any beast that does odd jobs every now and then for work." He said in a gruff tone as he looked back to his own map. "No, that's it." For now. He thought to himself as he went back to eating his bread and drinking his ale. Though he did work as a mercenary one can never be too picky with job choices and sometimes said jobs don't always go in your favor, so he did odd jobs here and there to help keep at least a bit of money on himself. It also helps keep certain prying eyes from noticing distinct tells of a sellsword, especially since one always makes an enemy or two in their line of work.

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