[center][h3][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Road North of Salarn[/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Kyra, The Medieval X-Men [/center][/b]

The setting sun began to turn a full, rich orange, in the way that daytime light does when it mellows into evening. Even filtering through trees and portent-worthy clouds, the ambient light of approaching dusk made its intent to slip away known with soft, warm hues. A visually appealing sight, to be certain, but for Keystone a matter of growing concern. 

Kyra, the one suggested as their de facto overseer by Cremwise, had scouted ahead and found them a more or less decent place to set up camp. It was late, though. Far too late for Keystone's liking, considering that the group was moving a wagon laden with merchants' wares and a few animals. They had precious little time to tend to their duties before night hit, likely with inclement weather accompanying. 

When the group was fully off the road, Keystone quickly recovered his pack and set to work. Fire was his first priority. He noted the wood Kyra gathered, nodded, and selected a few good starter pieces. While laboriously flinting a spark to life in a handful of leaves, he called to the lady Ranger with a low, even voice. 

[color=b8860b]"Oi, Kyra. C'mere a moment, wouldya?"[/color] He kept his voice quietish and casual as he continued. [color=b8860b]"I'm seeing the reason on getting as far as we can in the day, hostile time and all. My advice, we need to find a place to put in before evening comes. Horses need tendin'. Camp needs stakin'. Meal cooked, area secured, such and whatnot. We gotta be rested, folk and horses both, if'n we fight or run. Group moves slower than one guy, y'know?"[/color]

Keystone changed the topic, sporting a more obvious tone of voice. [color=b8860b]"When d'you expect the rain in? I'm fancyin' making a meal, if you're a fan of sausages and sugar yams. Maybe I'll treat you to a little something I come up with whilst 'venturing in Thesk; thin, desiccated pastas, takes a couple minutes in hot water. Keeps forever. Good stuff, that."

"<ahem> Anybody else hungry?"[/color]