[center][h3][b][i][color=b8860b]Johnathon Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Yellow Rose Temple[/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Persephone, Temple Attendant[/center][/b]

Keystone's arched his eyebrow, face brightening just a touch as Persephone stated that she was there to talk to him. Just as a warm smile began to pierce his stony visage, she continued her thought, deflating his ego somewhat (though not his interest in the offer). His face cycled quickly through minor disappointment and back to his default, resting stoicism. 

[color=b8860b]"Well 'ello then, Miss... ...oh. <ahem> Cremwise. That innkeeper, Femnal, shouted me over at his direction a few minutes ago. Cremmy give you the details? Where, when, how much he's offerin'? [/color]

The Attendant quietly backed away, scurrying back to do whatever it is that attendants in this particular temple do when tasked with a request from strangers at odd hours of the evening. Between his sense of hospitalic duty and fleeting embarrassment for the massive pugilist, he felt it was best to see to the request with haste. 

[color=b8860b]"I'm keen on stayin' for a bit, m'self. Clear my head, n'such. Don't suppose you're the introspective fisticuffy type, are you?"[/color]