[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] Cremwise, Ntaj, Group In General [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	Keystone looked sideways at their new arrival, swinging open the main door to the storehouse. The action revealed the full group, both those being friendly and those readying weapons. It also allowed the group to see him, the newest Half-Orc in a series of several that had graced their path in the past two days. Keystone also noticed the defensive efforts of the archer with whom he had been previously acquainted. Being a frontman is one thing when confronting the unknown; it was usually easier when someone had a projectile backing him up. 

	He nodded in a manner that vaguely suggested a greeting to the newcomer, then spoke aloud. [color=b8860b]"You 'eard the lady. Not needin' encyclopedias, neither. Sorry chum. On our way out for the day, we are. Try again, 'nother time."[/color]

	The massive pugilist looked over to Cremwise, [color=b8860b]"Cremmy, we look clear on this end, ceptin' this guy. Let's get back to it, eh? And would the last one out be a sweetheart and close up? "[/color] 

	The merchant positioned himself atop his wagon and urged his horses forward. The conveyance lurched forward, slowly emerging from the structure and eventually merging its path with the road, continuing on the the same overland direction they had traveled for the past two days. Keystone stayed near the front, wondering what manner of surprise was in store for them next. At least they were all alive and back on the road. With a little more luck, they would soon be back in a little spot of civilization where he could restock his supplies and truly get some deserved rest. At the present, the order of the day was safety and survival, regardless of who else decided to approach.