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

	Wrangling Sana toward the Inn wasn't a really difficult task. She was wiry and strong, but Keystone was a very large, physically sculpted individual. Helping a moderately pissed off Bard get around was a cinch. The occasional looks from townsfolk were stared down with pressing, silent intimidation in short order; their demeanor even served to clear the path of what few people tarried before them. In truth, some of them probably heard rumors of the Chi-infused hindquarter blast from a week prior and, quickly placing 2 and √4 together, didn't want to hang too close around the scarred monolith of a man. 

	Even if Keystone's more recent reputation wasn't sufficient to make the locals wary, the mere sight of the two of them, battle and road weary, damaged armor and scarred from countless rips and burns of careers spent doing things common folk could not fully comprehend, wearing looks of grim determination - it was more than enough to convince anyone in that town catching sight of them to give a clear berth. They rounded the side of the Crossed Swords, oddly to catch sight of Kyra's back, standing near Ntaj. 

	The unexpected emotional response from Kyra took Keystone by surprise. Not enough to back away from the two women embracing; such an act would leave Sana unsupported. But he did reflexively tense his core muscles, halfway anticipating some manner of assault forthcoming. Lucky for him, it was just sisterly concern. He felt a bit like an interloper now, not moving away. But they'd have to deal with his presence for the meantime. 

	Sana's tactless (but rather accurate) concern that Yomdi was trying to do her in prompted a response. [color=b8860b]"What? Ain't a long story, really. Master what runs the Yellow Rose Temple 'ad a look at our girl, did a bit o' Monk-y business, and now she's tops, more or less."[/color] Keystone's choice of makeshift vocabulary aside, his prominent underclass accent probably wasn't doing wonders for his credibility. [color=b8860b]"But me an' her's in agreement 'bout that first part. I could do with a big meal and a pitcher of ale. If'n you lovelies want, food an' first round's on me. I'm wantin' Cremmy's silver out m'coinsack fair quick, y'understand."[/color]    

	He gave a second of thought, glancing down at himself and at his companions. In a slightly more businesslike tone, he spoke again. [color=b8860b]"Right. We're also gonna want to rest, repair, an' provision, as we can. Been in a number of tussles with the Undead, I 'ave. There might be a quiet spot whilst they sharpen their sharps and get reinforcements, but whoever's in charge ain't gonna stop 'til they get what they're after or they're painful convinced to change their mind."[/color] 

	[color=b8860b]"I'm gonna need someone can fix up my coat. Leatherworker or armorer, likely. And I need to restock my nonperishables and road eats. We'd be wise to get an exit plan, 'cause we're like to need it. Sana, I'm helping you inside. I suggest we all get behind a wall and 'ave a chat."[/color]