[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, Small Hours of Day Four [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] A growing sense of trepidation. [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	If Keystone didn't know any better, he'd say that Sana was acting with alarm. The kind of alarm that betrayed either paranoia or access to knowledge the the rest of them didn't. Either way, he agreed with the lady. Leaving was a huge priority for him, too. Of course, Keystone was in a much better position to act upon his desire to make his egress than his Bowmaiden companion. 

	He trudged over to her, pausing briefly to make sure Kyra wasn't still in danger of falling over thanks to Sana's thoughtless haste (a subject in which Keystone was particularly versed). He stopped a pace or so away from her and offered his take on the situation. 

	[color=b8860b]"I'm with ya, there's a big mug o' soddin' off with our names on it. But you ain't in a condition to ride, let alone walk outta this place. If you got a damned compelling reason we ought leave [i]on the now[/i], I'll lift you on the horse and run alongside. Hell, I'll toss you over a shoulder and carry you outta here. And this place..."[/color] He motioned around with one hand, indicating their general vicinity, [color=b8860b]"can smooch my muscly arse on the way out. Otherwise, we ought hold tight for the rest of us to get back, yeah?."[/color]