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

	This amount of talking at one time wasn't really Keystone's style, unless he was trying for the less formal attentions of certain ladyfolk in a casual setting. All the same, he started it. It was only fair that he share a little bit about himself, too. After a couple of the others had shared something about themselves, he followed suit. 

	[color=b8860b]"Ain't sure if you lot can tell from the way I'm speakin', but I ain't a local, neither. Come from a ways north of 'ere, big walled affair, y'understand. Rich folk inside were fine and happy with us lowborns at each other's throats, so long as it didn't upset their grand bloody soirees, other highborn codyankery, n'such. Anyways, lot of good, hardworkin' sorts got sat on by a lot of right tosspots, upper class don't care. We had to do a number o' very grey things to survive. Made my livin' hitting folk what deserved it. Or if the coin was good. Or for the entertainment of others. 

	One day, fate havin' it, I got into the great Library, middle of town. Lied a bit, made like I was a scholar. Mistress what ran the Library saw right through, she did. Let me stay anyway, even gave me a book to study on. Changed my life. After about a month, she..."[/color]

	The broad man's voice trailed off a bit, remembering something he didn't quite feel like sharing. [color=b8860b]"Well, n'mind what we done. I learned from her books first, her next, and set off to learn from others.[/color] Keystone flexed his hands into fists, stared at them for a second or two as if holding a memory, then partially mumbled, [color=b8860b]"Got the same steel-grey eyes, we does. Told me it wasn't for the same reason... didn't know whether to believe 'er, neither. ...[i]till she showed me[/i]..."[/color] 

	Cremwise brought the wagon to an abrupt halt, pointing ahead. Keystone followed the direction of his finger to the most logical point to their immediate twelve: A woman, quite on fire, ran into the road and dove into the mud to douse herself. 

	[color=b8860b]"Bloody 'ell, that's somethin' you don't see everyday."[/color]

	Keystone ran ahead to see if he could help, wary that this could be an elaborate ambush.