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It had only been a short time, at least shorter than most beasts, that Zaris had found himself at Redwall Abbey. It had taken some time, and no small amount of work on the part of the healers present to get him back on his feet, and he was more than grateful for that. Hence why he was currently posted up by the gate with his sling and swords. Officially his role was helping Brother Jethro with manning the gate, but he was happy to help keep watch as well. It was a time of peace, for the Abbey at least, so mostly he spent the days standing around and helping open the gate when the need arose.

Nothing much exciting had happened in his time at the gate, unless he accounted for Brother Rigby's constant pestering, but he'd grown somewhat fond of the mouse despite himself. Either way he was happy to help out given the aid that the Abbey had given him. He leaned against the inner wall of the gatehouse with a sigh, idlily tossing stones between his paws and listened to the chirping birds outside. The new season was happily welcomed, but each day he spent at the Abbey was one day longer that the vermin that killed his family had to wander away from Mossflower Woods.

Despite this, he was eagerly anticipating the feast that was planned for the evening, and he had even enjoyed listening to the stories that were told about the previous heroes of the Abbey. Rather different from the ones that he heard from his tribe, but no less entertaining. It wouldn't be too bad sticking around the Abbey for just a little longer. As long as he had to in order to repay his debt to the goodbeasts who took him in.

The sound of voices pulled him out of his thoughts, as did the arrival of Abbot Munty to the gatehouse. He pushed off the wall; quickly tucking the stones back into his pouch as Brother Jethro looked over the wall. His eyes narrowed at the gatekeeper's call that there were vermin on the other side of the gate, and he couldn't help but scoff at the beasts saying they were peaceful. He'd never in his life met a single vermin who wanted peace, it was anything but for them.

He followed a step behind Brother Jethro as the gate was opened, one paw held slightly back towards where his twinned swords were sheathed. There was no way these vermin had good intentions, but he wasn't going to argue with the Abbot. If the Father allowed them into the Abbey, and they did appear to be unarmed, who was he to say otherwise. He hadn't been here long enough, but the sight of the vermin traipsing through the gate made his scars itch.

[color=9e0b0f][b]"Aye Brother, I don't trust 'em any farther than I could sling a stone in the woods."[/b][/color] He slammed the ground with his rudder before stepping away to join up with Brother Rigby and lead the vermin to the Friar. If they were going to be here he wouldn't let them out of his sight.