[hr][hr][center][h2][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Woods North of Salarn, Orc Encampment, Evening of Day Three [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With: [/color] The Group [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	Following up on Sana's words to the tactlessly indirect (but entirely true) accusation of inciting violence, Keystone responded with a voice filled with sarcastic faux realization: [color=b8860b]"I bloody well think she [i]is[/i] talking 'bout us, oi! Imagine that. ...more neeps?"[/color] The broad man shoveled more rabbit and rice into his face, enjoying an opportunity uncommon for him while traveling - eating his absolute fill. It was uncommon not only because rationing was paramount while on the road, but because Keystone was a man of large appetites - gifted with a big mouth and a hollow leg. 

	The neutral voice of Cyneburg cut the sudden conversational lull, saying something about objections and settling, before the more important intonation concerning food. Perhaps it wasn't, in actually, the most important part of her phrasing. But it was something reactive, the results of Keystone's culinary endeavors being a source of minor pride. At the time, his mouth was stuffed with small, alabaster grains and savory, neepy-green flavored bunny. Perhaps the squishy sound of his own, frenzied chewing was why he took so much time to respond to Cyneburg's request for food and a hand extended in his direction, that the other resident Half-Orc stepped in on his behalf to deliver a plate of food to her. Thinking about it logically, that must have been the only reasonable explanation. At least the big guy enjoyed his food, even giving some to his badger. Keystone did like it when people dug into his food, especially with a very recent meal in the both of them. It showed a genuine appreciation for his handiwork, manners be damned.

	Swallowing hard, Keystone responded to Cyneburg. His words were punctuated by the baton-like motioning of a pheasant bone, giving him an oddly comical appearance. [color=b8860b]"Sorry 'bout. I'll be quicker on the draw next, yeah?"[/color] He continued in a more businesslike voice, [color=b8860b]"Right then, nobody's settled nothin' till tomorrow morning, before we leave. Can't say as you ain't making some points, why you should stay. On the personal though, I'd rather have a more trust-inspiring sod watchin' my back. Let someone else muck about with the Orcs. Things to do, y'understand. That bear trick is bloody rollicking, too. But all that's just one frig's opinion."[/color] 

	The sound of the fire crackling in the deepening evening was interrupted by a soft tinkling of metal cookware. Keystone had taken it upon himself to put a pot on for tea. The water hadn't begun to steam yet when Keystone announced unabashed, [color=b8860b]"Alright, you lot. I'm going to find a quiet spot to bark out a arse biscuit. If'n that water starts making noise, someone drop in a packet of black tea, yeah? It's next to the pot."[/color]  

	[color=b8860b]"Ey, any o' you got a sock you don't mind parting with? ..eh... n'mind."[/color]