[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 Three [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Sana [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	[color=b8860b]"Pulled this hide offa the Hellhound, eh?"[/color] inquired Keystone, a skeptical tone to his voice. [color=b8860b]"Wouldn'ta figured there was enough o' the manky bastard left to make a tea cozy. Did a right proper job on 'im, we did."[/color] 

	Keystone thought for a moment, flexing his right hand. [color=b8860b]"Thinkin' on it, he did a fair job on me, too."[/color] 

	He remained quiet for a time, scanning the road and the trees. His mind flashed with incomplete scenes of the time he and Sana spent adventuring together. Some things didn't seem to sync up in a linear sense, others were completely missing from his memory. Times past, he had difficulties with his recollection of a very similar nature. One day it just cleared up, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and well-being. This coming back was a cause of some concern. Strangely, Keystone hadn't even thought about it until he saw Sana again; her presence stirred up the partial memory of his time away. 

	It was a thing he needed to discuss with her, away from the sensitive ears of their colleagues. 

	Keystone did take the time to address her lighter questioning, concerning his presence. [color=b8860b]"Nah, Sana. This 'ere's a Bread & Butter run. Used'ta be a proper Caravan Guard, 'mongst other things, as need called for it. Point of fact, it's what I was doing before we first met, it was. No sense in the world walking from one place to another for free, not when some pincher's willing to pay you for it."[/color]

	He gave a shrug, [color=b8860b]"'Course, does mean you gotta get yer 'ands dirty sometimes. Never been an issue for me, though. But what're you doin' round this part of the world?"[/color]