[hr][hr][center][h3][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] (to the side of the) Road North of Salarn, Day Three [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Kyra, The Group [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	[color=b8860b]"Yeah,"[/color] responded Keystone quietly as he dressed the bird. [color=b8860b]"Bloke can 'ave the bloody silver, if'n it comes to it. I'm gettin' proper irate at this Cloak And Bloody Dagger cobyankery, 'specially if the man's sittin' on food stores whilst I bottom out my personals tryin' to feed these wankers."[/color] 

	The greater point was not lost on Keystone; they were risking their lives for a handful of silver (which in truth, he wasn't especially desperate for at that time) guarding some mystery cargo, going through hostile territory in the middle of a war. Or the start of a war, at any rate. Merchants... well, they just didn't do that. If he had silver to hire guards, then he had resources to stay put until help could arrive. He had the ability to peddle wares further south or east of Salarn. Cremwise [i]chose[/i] to head north into danger. Now the rumors of Undead, something he had considerable experience fighting against, and not always by choice. 

	[color=b8860b]"Yeah, Kyra. Fonging well right I wanna know what he's got squirreled away in there. But now ain't the time. Let's wait 'till we're about to move out. Full bellies, attention facin' out."[/color]

	The sizzle of goose hitting hot iron sounded in their quick and simple rest point. The light smell of tea and searing fat traveled above their small fire as he turned the crisping bird over, followed by the sweeter and more acid notes of spirits deglazing the large pan. Keystone found a pair of more or less even chunks of split wood upon which to rest his cast-iron. Raised from the orange glow beneath yet still getting even heat, it was safe for the itinerant brawler to focus his attentions elsewhere. Like the rest of his team. 

	These people, most of them anyway, were only with them in the interest of mutual protection. They didn't have any direct investment in the safety of the wagon's contents nor its owner. It might be a good time to uncover this little mystery, and soon.