[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=a187be]Kyra [/color] & [color=82ca9d]Sana[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Cross Swords Tavern
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] In General
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	Femnals eyes widened as he saw Keystone enter the tavern carrying a.. bride?!?!?!? How in the hell had that sour ass gotten a woman he thought to himself, remembering the last time Keystone was in the tavern. The thought alone was enough to make Femnal's eyes water and his gag reflex kick in as his eyes started to water. He actually threw up in his mouth a little and was forced to swallowed it back down hard in the process at the memory of the alabaster chum that had ejected from his mouth portal. 

	"I swear by the gods, if you do what you did last time you were in here you will be the next in a grave Keystone!" he warned as he slid off his chair and stalked over to the man who towered over him by at least three feet. Looking at Sana for a moment, who was curled weakly in Keystones arms his anger went away and were replaced with concern. Now that he was out from behind the bar it was clear he hadn't fared well over the last days. His once bright clothing was war torn and burnt, torn and tattered with a heavy layer of blood and mud. He held several new bruises on his hands and his fingers tips were turning black. His once cheery face was ragged and scared slightly down the left side. 

	"Take her to the temple, quickly..." Femnal said in earnest before directing a few tavern wenches to prepare rooms for the travelers as Kyra came up next to them. "Greetings Lady Kyra, I take it you all haven't had a good trip..."

	[color=a187be]"To say the least, that ass Cremwise you set us up with betrayed us and the entire town,"[/color] she spat, not caring who heard at this point. Femnal looked honestly shocked and asked for more information. Kyra filled him in as quickly as possible and he spat on the floor. 

	"Where is he..." the little man growled like a beast under his breath. Kyra was further forced to explain she had not seen him in days, since the last fight. "I see...." he added before looking back at Keystone. "Hurry, get her to the temple, take any healers you have with you."

	[color=a187be]"Satilla, that means you. Go with Keystone, I'll take care of the rooms and the food. It'll be waiting when you return,"[/color] Kyra said, taking charge again. Sana coughed slightly and curled up tighter against Keystone, shiver slightly. She was not longer suffering from hypothermia but it was clear she still had the after affects. 

	The old man looked at Magnus and narrowed his eyes. "That's all! I wish I knew more! I don't get paid per head ya know. Why'd you think I'm drinkin' meself to an early grave? Ain't because I likes the taste," the man snapped before downing the rest of his ale and tossing a few old coppers down on the table. Turning he stormed off, knocking the chair over and not really caring. Stumbling drunkenly towards the door he nearly ran smack into Sana and Keystone but was quickly elbowed hard in the ribs by Kyra who sent him flying into another table. [color=a187be]"What where you are going you ass,"[/color] she hissed.