[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 -> En Route to the Yellow Rose Temple [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Kyra [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	[color=b8860b][i]"Of course. The Yellow Rose Temple just north of the Crossed Swords. It did seem the natural place to take Sana, if she was afflicted with debilitating aftereffects of unintended magic strain, coupled with the inexpert ministrations of their recently acquired spellcaster. If the past three days of rest (albeit in the back of a moving cart) was not sufficient healing time to rejuvenate Sana, then the wise monks of the Yellow Rose would be the most likely source of effective aid."[/i][/color]

	Now, that's exactly what Keystone would have thought, were he a man inclined to concepts mystical. As far as he knew, there wasn't a whole lot of difference between divine spells and arcane ones. Now, some of his own, less blatantly physical techniques seemed to border on just that, but he drew a distinction. Keystone knew nothing about magely studies, nor did he put his trust in deities, so much. His abilities came from punishing, exhausting body conditioning and solid strength of will, given refinement and specific edge. It only looked like magic to some people.

	What he [i]did[/i] know was that those people probably had a better idea what was going on than he did, and Keystone had intended to speak to the old, crazy man that ran the place anyway. He also knew that if many more people took it upon themselves to order him around out of the blue, he was going to need to find someplace to practice his martial studies. I.E., find a large mass of flat stone to punch until it concaved. Felling a tree barehanded would come a close second. Also, Sana didn't seem to be getting any better. Yellow Rose it was. 

	The thought of continuing to acquiesce to Kyra's demands was mildly irritating, but logic was with her at the moment. He was the guy carrying the Bard, she had someplace to be. Plus, Kyra offered to handle the arrangements for food and rooms, ready upon his return. That was something he could agree to. Keystone grunted a quick affirmation and began toward the door. It was in this moment that the older fellow came close to running into the two of them; Kyra and Keystone. The resulting deflection into a nearby table wasn't as satisfying as many barroom altercations could be. Rather a let down, actually. On the other hand, it looks like there might have been some sport shaping up with the guy in a mail shirt. 

	Keystone was not a charming man, but he could recognize a poor social move when he saw it. Talking to Kyra like she was a child, then asking to share information. He had no idea who this man was, but he had recently shed blood with Kyra against a common enemy. It might not make them outright friends, but there was trust building there. Definitely camaraderie. [color=b8860b]"Got my 'ands full just now, Kyra. I'm sure y'got this."[/color] he stated in his distinct urban underclass accent, glaring at the man who just introduced himself. [color=b8860b]"You want this 'Maggie' 'orizontal when I'm back, just lemme know, yeah?"[/color] 

	Not wanting to waste any more time, Keystone carried Sana back out of the Inn's main doors. Hopefully, their healer was close behind. He had a list of things he wanted to accomplish in Salarn before the trouble happened. And it would. He'd lived this story a few times now. Trouble was inevitable. 

	[color=b8860b]"Right, Yomdi. Let's see what you've been up to this 'alf fortnight."[/color]