[hr][hr][center][h3][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Road North of Salarn, Midday of Day Three [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] New Arrivals, & Company [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	The sudden and smug "AHA!" face plastered across Keystone's visage took an abrupt downturn at the return of Sana and her new, greenskinned entourage. This was not exactly how he envisioned his day going when he woke and saw to his morning constitutionals, not at all: Outnumbered and partially surrounded, their employer caked in road mud and bits of wagon strewn about, the last quarter hour dotted with threats of violence. 

	It seemed that quite a few of his forays into contract work ended up like this. Maybe not [i]this[/i], specifically, but it wasn't the first time he'd been caught in a compromising situation by a group of armed people when he thought he had the upper hand. It was his estimation that if the large, brutish-looking Orcs wanted to begin with the ritualistic squishing of their shared collection of craniums, they likely would have started in their attempt. It would be a hard fight, no doubt, one they might not be able to win with their lesser numbers and lack of experience fighting alongside one another. So, before this became an issue of steel and blood, Keystone was willing to entertain the possibility of conversation. It's not like ending in violence wasn't still a viable option, anyway. 

	So, discussion. Keystone asserted his most diplomatic nature he opened negotiations, thusly:

	[color=b8860b]"Well, buggerall's this s'posed to be about then, eh? Bacon's sake, Sana! You shoulda sent word back. I ain't got goose enough to go 'round for us [i]and[/i] y'new friends, there. Who're you lot then, and what the bloody, wankchoking 'ell else is squatting unseemly arsepudding on my afternoons?"[/color]