[center][h3][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Road North of Salarn, Camp[/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Kyra, Sona [/center][/b] 

[color=b8860b]"Bloody, fonging, bintfisting 'ell!"[/color] growled Keystone, noting with much agitation both the inexpert flautist and that Sona had chosen to follow the music. 

He rose to follow, and stopped, noting the white dress and hair just outside of camp. Unsure of what to make of this, he froze midstep and began to tense into a braced fighter's stance. This could be a trick. Or an enemy spellcaster. Or any number of things, both mundane and supernatural, bent on making their evening inconvenient. 

That instant, an arrow streaked from Kyra's perch, thunking solidly into the tree nearest the flowing, alabaster shape in the gloom. The Ranger issued her command to the figure, backing it up with a stern threat to its well-being. Seemed under control. At least, under control enough that him puffing himself up wouldn't have much to add to the situation. 

No, his thoughts were to the safety of their teammate, Sona. Following strange noises, practically defenseless, into the woods in the dead of night amid hostile territory seemed a multifecta of poor forethought. At that moment, Keystone would lay even money on the curious Bard taking a fork to an unguarded stack of freshly made waffles in a forest clearing without hesitation or suspicion of origin.  

[color=b8860b]"You've got this? I'm after Little Sister, then."[/color] announced Keystone, striding in the direction Sona had just gone. Without bothering to check if anyone heard him, he added with a rasp, [color=b8860b]"Oi! Mind the food while I'm out."[/color]

Dusk in the woods was unkind to human eyes. Keystone had the impression that, limited vision or not, he stood a better chance than his smaller, less martial compatriot in case something foul were to transpire. Almost certainly, something not-quite-normal was up. The Pugilist extended his senses as best he could, resolved in his decision to return with One Elven Bard, Mint Condition.