[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, Kyra, The Group [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	All this jabbering on in some odd, nigh constipated language with which Keystone was unfamiliar. In his present state of linguistic ignorance, it vaguely resembled someone eating a wedge of cheese and having a coughing fit. Much as he wanted to ignore it, the fact remained that he really didn't know any one of these people, except for a passing familiarity with Sana. Unfamiliar people, unfamiliar language. 	

	Pondering the subject honestly, he wasn't all that enthused about Sana at first either. She was bossy, insisted on being in charge constantly. But she was a skilled singer, and did break that guy's nose that suggested she could "work off" her bar tab in a manner that was highly ungentlemanly. She was okay. The point he was trying to make to himself via Internal Council Meeting of One was that, while he should still be wary of some of these wanksplats, some may reveal themselves as really stand-up folks. 

	But all that Orcy talk. It was a point of distraction, not that he understood more than three words of it, anyway. Keystone was trying to look about for any sign of Orcs on the ambush, listening for anyone speaking in the language in hushed tomes from beyond the treeline (when he wasn't yammering on, himself). Not only that, but he could have [i]sworn[/i] they were talking about him - probably Human jokes about carnal relations with sheep. Seemed the kind of thing he would do, given reversed circumstances. Well, he'd show them. Next Inn they checked into, he was going to hang his arse into someone's window and blast some sour into their sweet dreams. Just wait and see...

	But back to business. Not too far ahead, Keystone spotted two figured by the side of the road, one of which was Kyra. He motioned for the people behind him to stand ready, even though this didn't seem to be any kind of Orc. As they drew closer, Keystone spoke to Sana in a clear voice, intended to be heard not just by her, but by Kyra and the stranger in front of them, [color=b8860b]"Oy, read me a story once, 'bout some bint or another skippin' about a road made o' yellow cobblestones. Kept meetin' all sort of unseemlies what could sing n' dance; wound up bein' fast chums, they did."[/color] Keystone stopped, not too far away from the pair. Leaning slightly forward and putting his hands behind his back, he directed his next words forward, to the pair. [color=b8860b]"This ain't that story."[/color]

	Putting on his best impression of the many City Guardsmen that made his younger years interesting, he inquired with mock authority, [color=b8860b]"What's All This, Then?"[/color]