[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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	Kyra eyed the new comer and just rolled her eyes. She was hardly picking on someone, it wasn't weak being trampled by the strong. It was a drunk that about slammed right into Sana, who was so weak she was being carried and looked like she had just been rescued from beneath an avalanche. Then this judgemental prick had the audacity to ask for information when he just wrongly berated her. [color=a187be]"You go fuck yourself,"[/color] she said towards Magnus before looking at the others. 

	"It's alright Mis'Kyra. Had little too much tonight," the man said in a slurred voice before shaking off the shove and wandering in a zigzag fashion out of the tavern. 

	[color=a187be]"Right, no worries, I got this,"[/color] she said looking at Keystone before he headed out to take Sana to the temple with Satilla. [color=a187be]"Femnal, gonna need those rooms and food. I have to report to Marcus,"[/color] she added, referring to the constable that was in charge of the town. [color=a187be]"Let him know what we found out and send word to King Alion."[/color]

	"Right away Lady Kyra, I can fill you in on what happened here when you return," he said before getting the staff of his bar to get to work. Kyra rubbed the bridge between her nose and nodded, fighting off the fatigue of the days travel and stepping outside of the tavern where Ash met her and licked at her hand. 

	[color=a187be]"You stay with Epona and watch our things."[/color] Petting the pale dyre wolf she looked at those that remained for a minute, explaining that Femnal was setting them up with rooms and food for the evening, and that she would be right back once she reported to the constable. 

	Over at the temple the place was guarded far more than it had been the last time Keystone had walked inside, yet the main guards remained the same. Recognizing the pugilist they opened the large doors that were sealed to those who were not part of the practice, eying his companions before giving him a questioning look, as if to go - don't tell me these people are monks as well.