[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 New Girl, Kyra & Sona[/center][/b]

More annoyed than alarmed by the turn of events, Keystone pushed his hood off of his head and returned his attention to the object of his guardly attentions, [color=a187be]"the food"[/color].

Their little campfire had a guest for the evening, it seemed. Such a thing would generally be counterproductive to the concept of keeping a secure camp. On the other hand, knowing an unfamiliar someone was about in the woods (possibly just outside the reach of the firelight) wasn't very good for security or morale. The price for reclaiming the relative security they enjoyed earlier was a meal. Taken at face value, it appeared the best choice. Besides, Keystone had issues with turning someone away from the supper table, not when they had food to spare. He blamed his mother for that tiny habitual altruism. 

With a utilitarian lack of emotion, Keystone dropped a sausage and two smallish yams onto a plate of noodles and set it down beside him as part of the group made their introductions to the newcomer. He mixed a pinch or three of raw flour with a small amount of flower oil and mashed them into a tan paste, before vigorously mixing it into the sausage grease still in the pan. Keystone looked at the mixture, regarding it for just a moment before adding a touch of ale from his provisions to thin the budding sauce. 

Keystone topped the plate of food with a liberal helping of pan gravy and absently held it out at his side. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Said you were hungry. Here you go."[/color] The massive pugilist narrowed his eyes against the gloom, trying to take in details of their guest. Still staring at the veiled lady, he addressed the other for which he was cooking. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Sona, supper's ready. No sausages for the Elf."[/color] 

He cleared his throat and motioned with the plate once more, [color=darkgoldenrod]"Any more of you out in the woods we ought know 'bout?"[/color]