[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=a187be][center]Kyra Altham[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Standing over a mud drenched Cremwise
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Cremwise, Keystone, and some new comers
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	Kyra glanced over towards Ntaj and rolled her eyes a bit. [color=a187be]"When he takes off with some of our packs without warning and my dire wolf along with him; well that's theft and I have no qualms laying the man out to meet his maker for fucking with my wolf,"[/color] she said. Answering Njat but barking her answer towards Cremwise. She was non to happy over the entire thing and just half wanted to put an arrow through his skull and call it day. 

	"Sorry about that really! It was just an accident!" Cremwise tried to lie but seriously this mans ability to lie made her wonder how in the hell he ever became a merchant in the first place. It was just down right pathetic in the attempt. She had seen five year olds with their hands in cookie jars swearing they weren't after a cookie be more convincing than what was going on right then. 

	Stepping back she kept her arrow aimed as Keystone went to examine what was in the crates. As the tarps were tossed back and each crate was opened it looked to be rations, armor, and weapons. Not for human use that was for sure. It was Orc made, for Orcs. Had they just been hired to resupply the Orcs in this little war? Kyra still didn't know what was within the crates, keeping her eyes on Cremwise in case he decided to say or do anything else. She wasn't about to let him get away for anything now. Sure they had been hired to do a job but something contracts came to an end and honestly Kyra hadn't put her signature on a damn thing. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Kyra, might want to lower that weapon,"[/color] Sana's voice popped in from out of no where as she stepped out from behind a line of trees down the road and from around the bend some. Kyra's eyes shot towards Sana and her weapon was instantly lowered as she saw the knife to Sana's throat; held by what she could only describe as the ugliest thing on two legs she had ever seen. 

	[color=a187be]"Sana...."[/color]

	[color=82ca9d]"I'm fine, I'm fine,"[/color] she said as she pushed the dagger away and the [i]thing[/i] behind her sheathed his weapon. Several more came out of the woods, all Orcs. None of them with their weapons drawn but ready to if they needed. [color=82ca9d]"This is Brezcar and we need to talk."[/color]