Things her mother didn't teach her...

[Trill Riversong]

Trill was not used to attention of any sort let alone the sort of stalking the dibbuns had taken to. For some reason a few of them just seemed to find her fascinating, perhaps because she was new or she was an adult but not much larger then them. Whatever it was she found it a bit disconcerting at first but after a few days had changed her mind and decided to use the attention for something she felt was important. Silas had made a good point about getting every beast ready for a conflict.

"You inhale while there tying you. No deep breaths, just little shallow ones so yer chest stays puffed out." She instruced quietly to a group of the abbeys young as she bound one of there playmates with a length of rope. The mole made did as she was told with a smile, thinking Trills 'escape the vermin' game was great fun.

Trill showed no emotion as she went about her work, makeing sure that every knot was secure. What she was doing was no game in her mind but deathly serious.

"Make sure you keep it up until all the guards are asleep, else they'll notice the slack and retie you tighter...or just kill you. Once they are exhale as much as you can and hold your breath like that." She added as the little ones watching her jocked for a better look at there trusted up friend. They all looked at her disbelieveingly at he mention of death but Trill didn't elaborate on the point. What she could say about the ways of slavers would turn the bellies of most adult beasts and she didn't want to be held responsible for the dibbuns having nightmares.

"And go." Trill added after a moment of watching the molemaid fallow her breathing instructions.

[duke]

The Lord Greysburrow strolled along the Abbey Grounds, cane in hand, admiring the architecture. What a fantastic structure this Abbey was. Completely self sustaining, formidable against assault, yet possessed a simple, rural kind of appeal that could charm any. The otter could not help but bare a small smile as he sauntered. It had been worth everything just to get to this point.

As he continued his tour, Greysburrow laid his eyes on an altogether interesting sight: a squirrel, wretchedly thin, binding a small mole while an entourage of young ones watched in delight. The lack of concern on the children's face could only lead one to assume that there was no real danger involved, or they were altogether unaware of the predicament of abduction. Rather then jump to conclusions, the otter allowed himself to approach the group, his curiousity of this bizzare ritual irresistable. As he came within hearing range, it was revealed that the squirrel (female, he noted. It was hard to tell from a distance) was teaching the dibbuns the art of escaping from bonds should the find themselves captured by undesirables. Greysburrow watched with no small amusement as the mole tried emulating the intructions, yet couldn't quite seem to pull it off.

A few of the children's eyes glanced towards the tall, black clad otter, reminding him that he was the odd one in this group, and to watch in silent mirth would more than likely cast some aspersions. Quickly, he tried to start conversation with the squirrel, gesturing to the tiny captive with his cane. "A lesson you don't normally see taught in average curriculum, hm?" he commented to the squirrel, who at a closer angle could be seen to be the bearer of many scars. HIs mind quickly adding up the possibility that the female's wounds may have been caused by captivity, and that to comment on the lesson in an ill matter would cause instant animosity, Greysburrow declined to point out the futility of the molebabes efforts. "Yet, should the worst happen, and it so often does, to be skilled in the art of escape would be a great boon. For while no one intends to encounter the worst, it would be foolish to ignore it's presence altogether."

[Trill Riversong]

"True." Trill said quietly, looking up for a moment to take stock of the otter before turning her attention back to the mole babe.

"Don't be scared that it'll hurt Damson, rub burn never killed anyone. 20 seconds." Trill said, reminding the mole that the 'game' was one played for time. Trill keeping track of all the dibbuns scores with suprising accuracy in her head.

"Desperation helps if you already know the tricks, good chance of you getting loose then." She added to the otter by way of explination though for what she wasn't sure.

"Names Trill Riversong." She added, a positively chatty move for her.

[duke]

Greysburrow bowed charmingly. "Madam Riversong, a pleasure to meet you. I am Lord Greysburrow of the South East Trading Company." Rising, he turned the conversation back to the lesson. "You seem to have some knowledge in this field, Ms. Riversong. Might one inquire as to how?" He paused momentarily. "Or is that question... indescrite?"

[Trill Riversong]

"No...Watchen others, listenin te Notch Ear whine when somebeast got away. Learn a lot if you keep sharp." Trill said with a shrug, her time in captivity was not quite the trauma for her that it would have been for others. It had been her childhood for better or worse and she could not remember any other sort of life before it.

"South East Trading Company? Heard of them on the river a time or two. Pleased to make your Lordships acquaintance." As soon as Trill stopped thinking of her past her speech cleared of its strange accent and became bland.

[duke]

Greysburrow appeared taken aback. "You have, have you? That's... interesting." There was a short pause, until the otter realized an explanation for his suprise should be in order. "By the way most creatures in this country have reacted to the naming of my corporation, I was under the impression that news of it's existance hadn't reached this far. We are a relatively young firm, but we hope to increase our renown in the near furure."