OOC: This good?
BIC: Vargon the Avenger stood bfore the great doors of Redwall Abbey, indecisive as to whether or not to knock. He groaned as his side throbbed where the ferret, Verkasin, had sliced him. Vargon was extremely hungry, but he also knew that the peaceful abbey beasts might not recieve him, even if he was an otter, because of his warlike appearance. His sword, strapped to his back, still had some small flecks of blood on it since the battle four days ago. He hadn't had a good chance to clean it since he'd been injured. He adjusted the kilt around his waist and shifted his dirk then banged as loud as he could on the doors, hoping someone would hear him even in the early hour
The beast had been napping on the wall tops in the rays of the morning sun having come out earlier to watch the first rays peek over the horizon. Two eyes as dark as the moonless night slowly opened as a beast banged on the gates below. The beast slowly stood up in its habit and turned to peer over the wall. Underneath the hood it was concealed by a shadow as a matter of fact the shadow seemed to extend out from the hood as the black eyes looked at the otter “Good morning to you sire. What, pray, is your name and intentions?”
The eyes blinked under the hood and were the one thing that reflected a small amount of light giving them a brightly appearance despite their color.
Vargon coughed, " I am known as Vargon the Avenger, you may or may not have heard of me." He managed a grin, "And if you don't mind, I'd really love something to eat. I've heard the food here is to die for and I've not eaten in three days." He added hopefully, "I will even surrender my weapons if necessary, if you forbid weapons here."
Beneath the hood of the habit the two dark eyes blinked once as they absorbed the words of the otter like a sponge. One of the beasts eyes opened a little more indicating an eyebrow had been risen “You are an otter are you not, what reason do I have to deny you entrance?”
"I will even surrender my weapons if necessary, if you forbid weapons here."
The shadow beneath the habit shrugged “Nay, as long as you have peaceful intentions I see no reason in taking your armaments.”
The shadow bolted down the steps of the wall, its light frame allowing for a impressive speed of movement despite the lack of being muscular. As it reached the bottom of the steps a black paw went up to the hood and the creature whistled across the abbey grounds before running to the main gates which it unlocked and opened enough for a single beast to come through “It would be necessary for me to observe your paws for no… you are injured?”
The black orbs under the hood blinked a few times as she looked at the otter’s side.