[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, and a Growing Sense of Instability [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	Keystone didn't seem to give as much concern to the situation as a classically sane person might, instead preferring to continue what promised to be strained negotiations by initially ignoring the clear and present threat. He cocked his head to the side as Sana addressed him, and responded accordingly. [color=b8860b]"Oi!"[/color] he shouted rather abruptly, [color=b8860b]"You ain't gotta spell out the naughty bits, I'm a full growed man, that I am. ...R-S-V-P... Fonging 'ell is a Risvip, anyways? Sounds like something a bloke gets thumped over."[/color]

	Now, so much as Keystone adored banter, (and he truly did, as the occasion called for it) his usual sarcastic dialogue was cut off by the ongoing part of the conversation that didn't directly involve him. At least, until more than one person got the word "undead" out of their mouths, a horrible confirmation of what the Orc that attacked them had said the previous day. It was enough to stop him in his vocal revelry and focus his attention outward, in a manner even he didn't fully understand at that moment. 

	[color=b8860b]"Nope. No no no no. No bloody, fonging, nuh-cobyanking-uh. Ain't happenin'. Not again. Better not be, leastaways, eh?"[/color] His voice took on more of a roaring quality as he continued, shaking his fist at the sky. [color=b88608][b]"This a big sodding joke for you lot, innit? 'UGE bloody laugh ya get, playin' "Pin The Tail on the Keystone" then, don'tcha?"[/b][/color] He stopped ranting at the sky, instead giving it a mildly confused look, as if he'd made some sort of mistake. Turning his attention to the ground beneath him, he continued his bluster. [color=b88608]"Every fonging time I get stuck in a new place, bloody Powers-That-Be see fit to throw dead things my way, like I was some arseflappin' gravedigger. Digger ain't got the worry on about their corpses like I does, though, and you lot keep [i]doin' it on purpose[/i]!"[/color]

	Keystone laughed with mild hysteria, exclaiming, [color=b88608]"I hate every bloody one of y... Hold up a tic."[/color] Keystone's demeanor shifted. The slightly more intelligent, or at least suspicious, side of him flashed to the forefront. He hopped down from the wagon and took two involuntary steps toward Cremwise before stopping himself. [color=b88608]"You, lit'l man. What's all this about "Dead walkin' the streets", and whatnot? You an' me left town, [i]same bloody time[/i], and I didn't see [i]corpse bloody one[/i] millin' about in Salarn. I'd have noticed. Gets me all violent an' twichy, you little sod."[/color]

	Another conclusion was reached in the moment, one he most assuredly vocalized, so long as he had the floor. [color=b88608]"That why your bumchum Femnal pointed out us what just got into town that day? Is it? All some bloody scam to profit offa folks killin' one another, innit?"[/color] Keystone didn't care at this time what was going on around him, unless it suddenly involved immediate personal threats. [color=b88608]"I swear by everything applewood smoked and meaty, I'm gonna force that sodder Femnal to make sweet boingy to your nostrils, Cremmy my lad, 'til your face splits. It'll be right messy and [i]powerful[/i] ungentlemanly, but it'll be worth it to watch you choke on Gnome-splattage."[/color]

	[color=b88608]"Tell you somethin' else, too. Your goods got to your contact. Our contract is ended."[/color]