[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]

	[color=b8860b]"Sodding well right I'm taking all shifts."[/color] intoned Keystone evenly, in response to Cyneburg. [color=b8860b]"Though slapping some thought to it, some of you lot what can see in the nighttime ought work out a schedule. I'll be alert, no matter."[/color] 

	Keystone began putting away his cooking utensils, some with more care than others. He listened to Kyra and Sana speak, quietly at first, hoping there would be a point of insight made about their present situation. As it turned out, the suggestion of getting the mounted companions to push hard and leave the rest of them there wasn't a bad one, at face value. But the big man had his concerns. [color=b8860b]"How long you figure on that taking, by the by? Sound plan and whatnot, but we've been leanin' heavy on my supplies. Rate we've been carrying on, I'll need to hit a proper marketplace to restock in oh... Three days, give or take. After that, it's all black tea and best intentions, y'see."[/color]

	He had almost finished putting away supper, minus the spitted foxes of course, and had settled down to spending extra care on a large, covered, cast iron pan. This item he treated with something akin to reverence; each stroke of polish methodical and loving, until he carefully nestled it away in his pack. Keystone then placed his pack solidly behind himself, leaned back against it, and blew out a big, contented sigh. There were worse ways to end a day than with a fire and a full belly.