[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/Morning of Day Four [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] The Group [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	From Keystone's vantage, the Half-Orc shapeshifter was acting just a hair squirrely. He had asked the woman to replace his blade in the sheath tucked into the back of his belt, true, but her body language suggested hesitation, as if she didn't want to get too close to the man. The slight change in her demeanor set off tiny signals to his proprioception; it was enough to shift his greater awareness outward, away from himself and even some away from Sana, still mostly unconscious in his arms. Keystone turned his head around and began to listen in earnest to the conversation going on around him. 

	[color=b8860b]"Runnin' about in the woods again?"[/color] he said to no one in particular. [color=b8860b]"Worked just peaches last time, dinnit?"[/color] He recalled the reasons given by the more recent additions to the group. Safety in numbers, and that was just when it was a Human/Orc skirmish. Now there were confirmed, sizeable numbers of dead people scaring off the wildlife to boot. Of all the places in the woods right at that second, the only spot he [i]knew[/i] was not infested with the Undead was between that cave entrance and the partially damaged wall of ice in front of him. 

	Keystone slowly turned around and marched the few steps back to the low fire of their campsite. He half sat, half knelt on the cold ground next to the red and orange embers, and rested Sana in his lap. The healer had clearly said that she wanted the Gypsy-Archer off of the ground; the thickness of the Pugilist's bulk would likely suffice, he thought. Now with the support that the new position provided him, Keystone removed his arm from beneath Sana's hips. Just a bit of a stretch later, he tossed a few more sticks in to burn, and shuffled a large ceramic bottle from his pack. 

	It took a second or two to open the [url=https://resources.kinnek.com/media/gallery_images/uokdjpuhhxjagxi.jpg]bottle[/url] one-handed; it had an interesting flip-top stopper for such a convenience, but it was still a little tricky. Apparently, the big man wanted a little something to tide him over until the tea was ready. That, and he really could use a drink right then. Keystone took a respectable pull from the very full bottle (followed by a marked exhale), and motioned with it to those who indicated a desire to remain. [color=b8860b]"Dwarven. Got a punch, but it'll warm ya."[/color]

	For the others, he offered a bit of sideways encouragement. [color=b8860b]"Rest o' you lot, have fun with y'nature hike. I might be along after the screamin' starts. Cheers."[/color] 

	Keystone huddled a little closer around the campfire, hoping Sana was feeling some of the warmth. It wouldn't be as good as a spot inside the cave with a similar source of heat, but it was much better than nothing.