[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, Nor, Femnal [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	Keystone kicked the kitchen door from the inside let it swing almost completely open before exiting that blessed place of epicurean delights. At least it was recently, seeing as the Crossed Swords wasn't especially known for above average food until the unlikely culinarian made his forced appearance. He wanted the door to be open as wide as possible, considering that he was hauling out a rather large platter of flatware and "fixin's" for the group's upcoming meal. The previously overwhelmed scullion that gave him an assist (whose name he hadn't bothered to ask) followed Keystone out with another, equally as large platter, laden with covered dishes and savory smells. 

	On the way back to the table with Sana and Nor, Keystone called to Femnal, the proprietor of the establishment. [color=b8860b]"C'mon over, I saved you a plate. Let's talk. I got good silver for some of your provisions what ain't doin' anybody any good right now, yeah?"[/color] Keystone looked to the landing site for his platters of deliciousness - the table - and noted with some disappointment that the ale he requested was absent. [color=b8860b]"Oy! And bring over that ale I bloody well paid for earlier!"[/color] Yes, he distinctly remembered asking for ale and water for the table, lots of both. But that could be easily remedied, by either Femnal or one of his employees that hadn't gone missing. Or himself, if he had a continued lack of bitter and lightly alcoholic beverages on his group's table. Oh yeah, and water, too. 

	He rested his large platter on the edge of the table, shuffling off flatware and already prepared foodstuffs such as bread and cheese, whole butter and seasonings (salt and minced herbs, mostly). But there was a large serving bowl, which contained the principal reason for entering the kitchen in the first place: Creamy, buttery mashed potatoes. He set a plate in front of Sana and splatted a couple sizeable glops of the starchy heaven upon it, making a deep depression in the mound of off-white with the wooden spoon. Said depression was filled to overflowing with the amber poultry gravy and topped with a sprinkling of fresh, green herbs. Keystone then set a tea saucer with a plentiful helping of salt down next to the plate, intoning, [color=b8860b]"Not quite rememberin' how you take your 'tatos, Miss Sana. Ought not need the extra,"[/color] he continued, motioning to the salt at her disposal, [color=b8860b]"but it's there if you want. [i]Plenty[/i] more of them 'tatos and gravy, too."[/color] 

	His platter now clear, he stuck a spoon into the top of Sana's potatoes like a bare flagpole and removed his platter from the table. The scullion, now with room to maneuver, deposited his precious cargo of several mid-rare steaks, many eggs fried with medium consistency yolks and good, solid whites, and lightly roasted winter vegetables. Keystone grunted a quick thanks to his temporary assistant and looked to the Dwarf at the table. [color=b8860b]"Go ahead and get in on some o'this, if steak & eggs tickles your 'ungry."[/color] 

	Keystone looked to his compromised companion, Sana. [color=b8860b]"Right, you eat up. I got us a room upstairs - two beds, mind you - should be readying a bath as we speak. Takes time though, so you make with the 'not chewing' and get something solid in ya."[/color] As for himself, Keystone settled back into a chair next to the Gypsy-Bard and skewered two steaks, a few eggs, and broke off a sizeable hunk of (hopefully) fresh bread. He intended to eat well and enjoy himself. Little was guaranteed when there existed the high probability of the dead rising from their eternal slumber for the sole purpose of making you dead, as well. Plus, Keystone was a big guy. He had to fuel the fire, as it were. Keystone did notice the abundance of food on the table, yet only the three of them present to eat it. [color=b8860b]"Hey, where's everybody else?"[/color] he asked to no one in particular. No matter, more for him... though they probably should get together at some point in time before long. Survival tactic, and whatnot.