Keystone stopped to take a breath behind the phalanx of guardsmen. Ordinarily this was not his way, taking refuge behind others in times of crisis, but he was under the distinct impression that we was being singled out for something more important than challenging the living dead to a fistfight. 

While he had some experience dealing with intercranial visitors, this particular room in the Chateau Keystone having been fairly recently vacated, this presence seemed different from the last one. Possibly more benign, but this remained to be verified. Remembering his preferred method of communication when surrounded by injured, scared, and possibly paranoid survivors of an undead assault, Keystone concentrated on articulating words and feelings internally. 

[i]"Ok, we have a moment. If you can hear this, who are you, what the bloody hell is going on here, and why did you choose my noggin to declare Sanctuary? I need to know why it's so damnedably important, or I'm charging right back in there to give those guards a hand."[/i]