[center][h3][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Crossed Swords Inn & Tavern[/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Cremwise, Party [/center][/b]

Keystone viewed the stacks of silver casually as Cremwise set them down neatly in front of the group. He listened patiently as their potential employer laid out the brief overview of the job; what was to be expected, route, destination, etc., but there remained quite a bit unmentioned. 

Times past, this kind of work was a bread & butter opportunity, something stable that filled in the gaps between paid fights and bouncing, if he so chose. The experience taught him to ask for specifics of his contract holders and insist on certain standards for himself and the people working with him. Many unscrupulous merchants might use the opportunity to take advantage of good people, experienced with combat but not with the particulars of private hire guard work.  

Keystone laced his fingers together and popped his knuckles in front of his chest, and leaned forward to speak. 

[color=b8860b]"Got a few questions, I do."[/color] he began in a rather businesslike voice, vocalized through his decidedly underclass accent, [color=b8860b]"Money you've got out is right enough for a few days, no problems there. Only it's the incidentals got me foggy. I'll try an' sum up quick."

"First, is our contract endin' when we get to the next town over, or when we return here?"

"Next, we're workin' with our own gear for starts, but how're we set up to replace or reimburse personal stuff what gets lost or damaged during?"

"Movin' on, how're we ranking ourselves, or are we figuring this out as we go, just under you?"

"Now, I'd greatly like knowin' what we're risking m'self for. What're you hauling so important it takes us through angry green folk you people're at war with?"[/color]

His professional demeanor dropped for a moment as a boyish smile curled half of his face. He shook his head in small, barely perceptable motions. A thought occurred to Keystone, trivial really, but as long as he had the attention of the man funding the expedition it seemed the best time to bring it up. [color=b8860b]"Aw, hells... hows 'bout food? We talking road bread and turnips 'ere, or what? I might could give a hand on that."[/color]

The lopsided grin faded back into more of a neutral look of semi-stoicism. Keystone glanced back at the small stacks of coins, hesitant to pick up the one marked for himself right at that moment. General etiquette on matters such as this suggested that and deal he would enter into began as soon as hands met silver. Though his personal life was chaotic at best, he liked keeping business clear and open. Few things provoked his irritation like a shady deal.