The enlisted men deposit their clothes and signatures with Quartermaster, and leave with their Army-issued equipment.
The Sawbones welcomes the party back to his tent. He immediately tends to Kurt and Mouse's wounds. He also makes it clear that, while he can't administer or distribute Army materiel to non-enlisted, all the old flesh-based medical supplies are right over here, and haven't been cataloged since... well, since the distance recesses of memory, when the Army first arrived here in the Castle. An oh, his back will be turned while he's seeing to his other patients.
The medical supplies are a pile of dusty leather satchels that have clearly been sitting unattended for centuries. The leather cracks and splits when handled. Inside blue pasteboard boxes, equally fragile, decorated with white figures of dancing fauns and woodland creatures. Central to each design is a fat, laughing goat-man whom the more educated of you will recognize as Silenus, a pagan figure of debauchery. Inside are precious medicines: ambergris, balsam, cardamon, melegueta pepper, musk, and civet, each in a tiny glass bottle. There are also needles wrapped in oil-cloth and waxed thread. The bandages have been reduced to dust, however. Mouse notes that one of these boxes would easily fetch a Guilder or two, back home.
Taking Jake aside, Sawbones measures him for a leg, and then digs around for a matching spare. The procedure is brutal—Wooden Soldiers don't require anesthesia and their bodies don't leak when you drill holes in them—but after several moments of piercing screams, Jake blessedly passes out.
A week passes. There is bed-rest for the wounded (everyone returns to full HP and STR!), and light occupation for the hale. Despite the Toy Soldiers insistence on duty and protocol, they are negligent in practice and pay little attention to the party. The Officers never leave the tent, only occasionally sending the Wooden Boy running about the place with orders of the most inconsequential kind. Bands of soldiers regularly patrol both the Bivouac and the Barricade, but they seem to do so spontaneously, without supervision. When not on duty, they mostly sit quietly.
Every morning and evening, chow is served. A big cast-iron pot of pease porridge is heated up, and any Soldiers not on duty line up with their Army-issued plates, tin and spoons, tin to receive their allotment. Since Toy Soldiers don't need to eat, however, they then line up to dump their provisions in a quiet corner of the Library where a mountain of petrified porridge slouches against the bookshelves.
Jake, after a nasty week of fever and puss, wakes up to find his improbable new leg in perfect working order. Although it is crudely attached by a hinge driven through his knee, it responds to his desires just as his old leg did. It's a little stiff, and he doesn't really have much sensation in it, but with a little practice, he is up and walking. With a little more time, the Sawbones assures him, he'll be dancing the espringale.
The enlisted men's clothes are returned to them, having been been thoroughly lacquered with glossy paint to match the Toy Soldier uniforms. They are now stiff to the point of immobility, (-2 DEX while wearing), but the enlisted men are constantly hassled by the other Soldiers if they appear out of uniform.
The non-enlisted are issued shovels and picks by the Quartermaster and asked to dig a latrine trench for the disposal of pease porridge. However, the floor is paved with large marble flagstones, so there isn't much to be done in this regard, and no one ever checks on their progress.
The soldiers delight in Shaggy Beaker's bell. Any ringing draws the attention of the entire camp, and the soldiers politely request that Shaggy keep the hours for them. He even receives a note from the Officers commending him on "the world of merriment and accord your tintinnabulation so musically wells."
The biggest excitement of the week occurs when a patrol announces that they spotted a flurry of regular-sized white rats at the top of one of the wooden staircases in the Barricaded Hall. The soldiers scurry to put together a detailed report and submit it to the Officers. Nothing more is heard.
Mid-week, an envoy of three Soldiers pass through the wooden doors off of the Library bearing packages, and then returning empty-handed.
Please let me know if you characters pursue any sort of agenda in during this week of idleness, and devise a plan among yourselves for what to do next.
He finishes with a dramatic flourish for the benefit of any soldiers nearby before they are out of earshot: