[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, Yomdi[/center][/b]

Keystone took in Persephone's words, nodding as she went along. [color=b8860b]Heh, yeah, I was there for Cremmy's facefull of belly-porridge. Bloody funny stuff, that. But anyways, I'm in. I'm not findin' myself with anything important to do just now, and I can use coin and contacts. One thing, though - I'd 'preciate if we'd stick together. I'd like to learn how you lot fight in Raven's Bluff, and I've got plenty of technique to trade. Deal?"[/color]

With the appearance of the old man in the frightfully stylish yellow turban, Keystone assumed a very puzzled look. As he inched closer, cane clickety clacketing on the polished stone floor, the stony pugilist's head cocked slightly to the side, not unlike a confused mastiff. 

The old man didn't look like the Master of a temple, but in Keystone's experience on these matters, few of them fit the typical profile common to the musings of Bards. Still, most men like this Yomdi would have long since retired, or at least keep to their own devices while talented underlings saw to temple affairs at odd hours of the evening. Unless there was something more about him than his appearance let on, in any case. 

Considering that his own western features and attire, not to mention his ungainly, uncultured manner of speech set him apart from [i]any[/i] traveling martialist about which he had ever heard, a great benefit of doubt would be applied here. Keystone recovered from his momentary lapse of disbelief, tapped his knuckles together and bowed his head slightly. A gesture of respect, certainly, but very different from the bow most associated with the Xiang Monks, the group with which he claimed to be a disciple. 

[color=b8860b]"I did, point of fact, come for incense, Master Yomdi."[/color] he began, trying to look respectful and unassuming. [color=b8860b]"Fair enough though, I would've paid a visit regardless. Best as I figure, it's standard polite for a visiting monk to introduce himself to a temple's Master, once he blows in town. Lets a man know he ain't 'bout to get into nothing shifty, if you take my meaning, sir."[/color]

Extending a hand in the manner of his initial upbringing, he continued. [color=b8860b]"I go by Keystone, Master Yomdi. Pugilist by trade, sir, though recent years have got me learning all manner of disciplines I ain't native to. I'm aimin' on taking these teachings back home and making it better for low-born folk like m'self." [/color]

Keystone looked to Persephone, slowly nodding to her. [color=b8860b]"The young Miss has given me word of a contract from a merchant name o' Cremwise, so it turns out that I'm leavin' come morning. That being what, I was hoping to spend an hour or two on your grounds, maybe talk supplies for the trip. This's a right lovely temple, by the by."

"Wouldn't you say, Miss?"[/color]