[hr][hr][center][h3][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Woods North of Salarn, Orc Encampment, Cave [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With: [/color] Sana (kind of), His Thoughts [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	Sana stopped the large man as he strode after Brezcar, to request that he keep an eye on her friend Kyra. Apparently, she was being "too calm", whatever the arse that was supposed to mean. Keystone gave her a questioning look, unsure as to what she meant by that. All the same, he had no desire to stay and talk about it. He nodded to the oft pushy Archer and continued toward the cave. The sooner their meeting with the War Chief (or whatever this leader styled himself), the sooner he could get back to the group, hopefully to make a hot meal like he promised just a moment ago. 

	Before the Woodland Domestics could commence, he had to take part in the lovely displays of Orcish dominance that he assumed would be the opening act of the discussion to come. Again, this was an estimation based upon his experience with Human gangs and the local banditry; he had less experience with Orcs than many of the standard adventuring folk wandering about the continent. It was a hindrance that he did not speak the language, which is why we suggested that one of the Half-Bloods join them. Having one of the woodland folk, at least one they ordinarily wouldn't try to eviscerate immediately, with them might allow for a more favorable outcome. The again, the most favorable outcome that Keystone realistically expected was a session of posturing, followed by an exchange of information, followed by more posturing and an invitation to act as fodder for the troops outside if an attack occurred. If they walked out of that cave just a notch wiser about their current predicament, he would consider it a victory. 

	The remainder of the way to the cave and inside of it, he remained quiet. The lack of illumination put him at a disadvantage at first, entering the darkness from the light outside. He had keen eyes and could adjust to the darkness well enough, for a Human, but he had no special abilities to see in total darkness. Even after his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he knew that the Orcs would keep the upper hand. It was best to concentrate on what he could discern from his surroundings, rather than worry over things he couldn't change about it. 

	Keystone kept to his martially businesslike method of carrying himself, standing tall and broad, allowing heavy footfalls to sound upon the ground outside and cave floor within. He neither spoke to, nor acknowledged anyone around him as he continued to follow their guide deeper into the earthen fortress that housed the Orc Leader. If he had a goal in this, aside from a desire to be acknowledged by these people as a fellow warrior, it would be for four or five of these Orcs to look upon them, exclaiming, "That's the biggest Gruumshdamned Human I've ever seen!"  

	Strangely, Keystone felt a little comfortable in this setting. He could not put his finger on precisely why, though. Something about the cave... It was a matter that could be explored later, if indeed he had a "later". For the meantime, he had woefully inadequate social skills to demonstrate to a person that could casually order their deaths. 

	This was bound to be an interesting discussion.