[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, Early Morning of Day Four [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Kyra, Sana, Group [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	Keystone helped Sana over to the Orc-craft wagon. Despite it being an ungainly thing, it was level and sturdy, which suited him just fine. He shrugged off his pack, still hanging from one shoulder, and tossed it lightly into the wagon. It wasn't perfect, but it should suit them just fine for the three-day trip back to Salarn and then some. Hell, if he could find a more or less trained mule back that way, he might just petition the group to keep the thing for himself. It seemed fitting, considering that he had always traveled with heavy provision. 

	One of Keystone's massive hands untied the bedroll from his pack and spread it out. It was a slightly cumbersome procedure while holding up the Sana, but his breadth of shoulder was helpful in reducing the difficulty. From there it was a simple matter of angling the woman onto the padding and covering her blanket-style with his hellhound cloak. [color=b8860b]"Right then, you rest easy on the now, got it? Tell us the grim an' shady on the road. Be back in a few."[/color]

	Luckily for the ordinarily irate brawler, he hadn't bothered to unpack a whole lot, and already packed up supper from the evening before. Technically, he could jog out of there at a moment's notice. However, he did have a couple of things to recover that he hadn't already. Sharp things. Pointy things. Things that make other things go Ouch. The first kunai was easy, laying in the ground a few feet from where he had hurled it into a skeleton that decided to, for whatever reason, explode. The second one was obvious. It was embedded in a tree a few meters away, apparently catching the force of the explosion at just the right angle. 

	He really couldn't have missed it if he tried. A small, brown bird lighted atop the false branch and tittered once or twice before flying off. It was as if the dagger [i]wanted[/i] to be found. He pulled it from the tree, replaced it in his bandoleer, and returned to the group. 

	Kyra was barking orders again, of course. But Keystone didn't care this time. He wanted to get away from there as badly as she did, as badly as Sana did. Ok, maybe not as badly as Sana, but still... leaving was the priority. 

	[color=b8860b]"Hey! Did Cremmy up an' die, or are we hauling his arse back, too?"[/color] Oh yeah, he was ready to leave.