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

A spark caught in the dry and crunchy kindling, efficiently igniting the smaller bits of stick and twig. The nest of growing flame fit well into the waiting pile of strategically placed wood; smaller pieces toward the inside, a square of larger ones circumferencing the hollow of gledes and embers that formed. It was a fire built for heat and cooking, not overly suited for illumination. Keystone took a short pull from a flask from his pack, swished it around for a bit, and expectorated a heavy mist of (apparently) very flammable liquid onto the fire. It flared, saturated with potent alcohol, and settled into a moderate, assisted burn. 

Satisfied that the budding heat source would develop on its own, Keystone moved onto his next, self-appointed task. He observed the fast dying light of the evening and the heavy clouds it still illuminated, rather where it still peeked through in part. Maybe it would merely be cloudy, maybe the heavens would open a floodgate over them. He didn't want to take that chance. Keystone produced a length of good, slender rope and a large tarp with brass grommeted holes along the edges. 

What he did with these tools seemed both utterly confusing and patently novel. He looped the rope through the grommets and underneath the thick canvas tarp, and secured the apparatus to the underside of the wagon. Small minutes later, he stepped away to inspect his handiwork - he had juryrigged something of a large sleeper hammock, protected from the elements by the wagon above and raised from the cold ground. It could easily fit two, maybe three if they weren't as large as Keystone (and were all [i]particularly[/i] close). 

Keystone returned to the fire and readied provisions, clattering the odd pan and muttering the occasional damnit. He set some water on to simmer, and stood, addressing the group. 

[color=b8860b]"Gonna need watches. I'll take first, but I'd be obliged for company."[/color] He wasn't sure if this was considered barking orders or giving stern suggestions. He disliked giving orders, generally, exceptions being the various intimidations necessary to complete street and tavern work. Nonetheless, he felt his opinions about their situation should be voiced. 

[color=b8860b]"Couple of you took to my invite 'bout food. It'll be done in less than a half hour, after it's dark. Best get sorted out before then. If you lot ain't got a place to rest out of the cold and rain, I got a tent I ain't usin'. Likewise, an extra spot under Cremmy's wares that'll probably be warmer. I'd advise we get our rest tonight."

"Noodles and sausage, baked sugar yams, when you two're interested."[/color] he spoke as an afterthought, looking to Persephone and Sona. [color=b8860b]"Ain't much, but it's warm and it'll fill your belly."[/color]