[hr][hr][center][h3][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Storehouse, Road North of Salarn, Day Three [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Lerraina, Ntaj, Group In General [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	[color=B22222][b]”And how is your morning thus far?"[/b][/color] greeted Gretchin, apparently suppressing a smirk, [color=B22222][b]"Satisfying?”[/b][/color] She chuckled softly. Keystone was mildly amused. On the one hand, he enjoyed speaking with someone that was equal parts sarcasm and levity. On the other hand, having that sarcasm and levity aimed in his general direction must be met in measure. He arched an eyebrow and met Gretchin's gaze, putting a look of concentration across his face. Keystone raised his left fist, letting it hover just below his direct field of vision. He raised his right hand next to it, as if he were holding an imaginary tool of some sort. Regarding his invisible implement with some concern, Keystone inserted it into the side of his balled-up right hand, and began turning it slowly as one might a crank or a wind up automaton gear. 

	After some three or four turns, the broad man's first two fingers sprung skyward in a manner resembling an insulting gesture, eerily similar in form to the one he had presented Cremwise with earlier. Keystone's look of intense concentration was replaced by mock surprise, fading to a rough smile as he uttered, [color=b8860b]"Dearie me, m'lady. I'm just as shocked as you."[/color] He smiled a bit, somewhat more genuinely than his last expression. [color=b8860b]"C'mon then. Miles to go yet, if'n you're comin' with."[/color] 

	With his belongings stowed and a meal inside of him, Keystone was ready to hit the road. The difference of rest and improving weather visibly altered his mood for the better, at least enough to pull crude jokes on his traveling companions. Keystone strode toward the door with a lighter step (for him), and reached out to open the storehouse portal when a clear knock sounded from the other side. 

	Someone was knocking. Fabulous. 

	Keystone looked back at the others, motioning with one hand to indicate urgency. He didn't have a clue as to who this may be; friend or foe, the true and angry owner of this structure, nasty Orcses, what have you. Considering the nature of the past couple of days, he didn't want the group to be caught flat footed. Keystone could take a hit well and didn't require much in the way of preparation for a fight. If this was an issue, he could buy the rest of them precious seconds by acting as a human bulwark. 

	With forced informality, Keystone opened the door. His foot was planted firmly behind it, ensuring a high measure of control over how far the door would swing inward. And there he was. The person laying knuckle upon door in an attempt to elicit a meeting between himself and those on the other side. It was yet another Half-Orc. At appearance, he was alone, if mostly naked. 

	[color=b8860b]"Well then."[/color] he began flatly, [color=b8860b]"Right sorry there, squire. You're gonna have'ta speak with the Lady of the 'ouse then, yeah?"[/color] Keystone leaned his head back just enough to allow for his voice to be more clearly heard on the inside. [color=b8860b]"Oh, Sweet'ums..."[/color] For less that a heartbeat's time, his eyes darted back in Sana's direction, [color=b8860b]"Gots us a bloke out 'ere by his lonesome, solicitin' buttons at the doorstep."[/color]