[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, Cremwise, Calanon[/center][/b]

With the spoils of the fallen Orcs secured on the wagon, as well as the presently incapacitated, Keystone felt more than ready to beat a hasty and well executed egress of the location. He wasn't a huge fan of hanging about with dead people; point of fact he had a horrible feeling they'd all be doing a lot of that soon enough. Not the shy, quiet types of dead people that tended to just lie on the ground and turn into fertilizer, no, more in the vein of dead people that enjoyed being dead [i]so much[/i] that they forcibly invited others to be dead, too. The impatient Pugilist wasn't having a bit of that, not today. 

He nodded as Kyra laid out her plan for the day, and adjusted his mind for the tasks of walking and being alert. Two things he ordinarily did as per a regular day, but today was a touch different. In addition to Cremwise and his cart full of goodies, Keystone had the injured and the unconscious to watch over. The Ranger's words of approval at his performance in the battle came as a surprise. He answered with a quiet grunt and a nod of acknowledgement. 

The weather looked to be a mixed blessing, today. Rainfall would make it more difficult to hear them as they traveled, were one inclined to try. Further, while it made the ground soft enough to bear tracks easily, it would also wash them away rather readily. Besides, who actually wanted to be out in this? Hopefully, it would discourage pursuit. Not that Keystone would be counting on that. 

The rain fell in thudding drops, quickly turning the ground and leaves around them into a blanket of white noise, cold and heavy. Perhaps that was why he didn't hear the Elf approach from the deeper wood. Keystone raised his hands to chest level, flexing his fingers into fists and then half opening them. True, this guy wasn't an Orc, but it usually paid to be cautious. Armed, armored, and in the middle of nowhere by himself didn't exactly mark him as a door-to-door button salesman. 

The simple greeting marked him as being not immediately hostile. This was good. Or at least, not bad. Keystone lowered his hands somewhat. The strange elf gave his reason for being there, but failed to provide introduction. Still not hostile, but irritating. [color=00ff66]"I saw the Orc tracks and followed them."[/color] The strange elf gave his reason for being there, but failed to provide introduction. Still not hostile, but irritating nonetheless.  

[color=b8860b]"Congrats're in order then, Sunshine. There's where the tracks end. Might as well help y'self, fore the meat spoils."[/color] Keystone pulled his hood up and glanced at Cremwise, nodding in the direction of the road before returning his full attention to the newcomer. [color=b8860b]"Be seein' ya around, then."[/color]