[hr][hr][center][h2][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Salarn, Crossed Swords Inn & Tavern [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Sana, Femnal [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	When Keystone entered this town about a week ago, he was alone and particularly intimidating, mostly because of his uncaring, stoic silence, large frame, and extensive scarring. Of course, when you're a six and a half foot tall slab of solid, angry meat, people you don't know tend not to react with a cheery disposition. Admittedly, some of it [i]was[/i] his fault. Crunching up to the main gate in the gravel and mud, giving the simple utterance of [color=b8860b]"Hungry"[/color] to explain his presence wasn't the best route to go, hindsight being what it was. He had been on the road for a while at that point in time, mostly alone, and had no patience for people between himself and the comforts of an Inn. Keystone was a man who preferred civilization, in its many forms. His lack of sophistication notwithstanding, he was originally a product of Humankind's more urban tendencies. 

	Now he was back in Salarn, offloading his pack and Sana, both, in front of the very place of business where this foolishness started for him with Cremwise and his double-dealing; dragging outsiders into his underhanded plan to make quick cash selling arms and equipment to the Orcs. Keystone was willing to bet that Femnal wouldn't want his part in the arrangement made public knowledge. 

	Kyra was back to telling people what to do. It was her way, he supposed. The warm and spiffy part of it: Keystone likely wouldn't have to listen to it in earnest for very much longer. He delivers the message to the town elders (or whoever the hell ran this place), convince them as best he could that the Undead were a threat to everyone, Human and Orc both, and a third party was responsible. [i]But first...[/i]

	The main doors to the Crossed Swords flew open with some force, as if kicked by some large, brutish oaf with mild stomach dysfunction. [color=b8860b]"Oi, Femnal!"[/color] called Keystone from the doorway with exaggerated enthusiasm. He had Sana in his arms and an unhinging look in his eye. He stepped inside, carrying the physically depleted Bard across the threshold in the manner of a deranged newlywed and spoke in clear, almost excited voice. [color=b8860b]"How's about ya then, yeah? We gone an' finished up that... eh, [i]that thing[/i] you and Cremmy wanted us do out thataway, right guv'nor? Right?"[/color] He made a grand showing of the worst possible "knowing wink" in history, and kept pushing his point. [color=b8860b]"You want I should shout the details from 'ere, or talk at the bar? Bar? Yeah."[/color] He smiled broadly and sauntered up to that most sacred of tavern surfaces. 

	[color=b8860b]"Right. First and fore, I'm needin' rooms for my people. Make absolute that one of em's got two beds and bath access. I'm puttin' her an' my pack in that one now. Good clear water for her, and whatever else she needs. Bath drawn later. Rest of us, decent eats and ale on the quick."[/color] 

	[color=b8860b]"Don't look so shocked, neither. Believe it or no, but I'm back to 'elp you lot out. Keepin' quiet in the meantime's just a perk. And to that ungen'lemanly topic, we'll talk after everyone's fed n' settled."[/color]