[hr][hr][center][h2][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Woods North of Salarn, Orc Encampment, Evening of Day Three/Morning of Day Four [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Satilla, Sana [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	[color=b8860b]"You want me to [i]what[/i] her? 'Ere? Front of everybody?"[/color] 

	Keystone was a fairly open man, as these things were concerned. It had been said that he was a man that lacked some of the basic elements of shame, even when it was to his benefit. But he wasn't without scruples as it came to others. To his mind, it just didn't seem to be the proper moral path, with the party all around them and her in a state of physical distress. Point of fact, Keystone had half a mind to tell this inappropriately garbed witch exactly what he felt about her suggestion, and imply that her gender and small stature were the only things keeping her from some manner of rough treatment for even [i]suggesting[/i] that Keystone take advantage of a respected colleague and fellow warrior in that egregious manner. 

	[color=b8860b]"Don't know what kinda [i]healer[/i] you claim to be, miss, but [i]you...[/i] ..oh. Oh! ELEVATE. Yeah, I'm on it."[/color]

	Well, that could have gone better. Keystone's judgement had been a little questionable lately, he realized. It seemed anything concerning his friend (if "friend" was appropriate, they'd only spent a few days adventuring together before, and a while back) made him shift priorities. He had never been a man to consciously list priority, more than a man who instinctively acted, confident that he was doing the right thing with willful abandon. The vast majority of the time, it was with certainty. Sana's presence had invoked certain protective instincts that, while always present, now seemed to quiet everything else. Why the hell did she have to kiss him? Why couldn't she just slap him to make him break off his attack on the spellcaster? Or better yet, would it have made a difference? Keystone was a very physical guy. 

	[color=b8860b]"Right! Elevate."[/color] The occidental monk rolled Sana over onto her stomach. He proceeded to wrap one massive hand around her ankles and lifted her from the ground in a single, fluid motion, seemingly unimpressed with the amount of weight he had to bear. Keystone placed his other hand upon her sternum to steady her, providing a more natural, supporting angle than just allowing her to swing freely like a human-shaped pendulum. [color=b8860b]"Now then."[/color] he started in a concerned voice, [color=b8860b]"Hack up the skinny prat's liquid, love. You got this."[/color]

	There would be choice words later.