[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=a187be]Kyra [/color]& [color=82ca9d]Sana[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Cross Swords Tavern 
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Satilla, Keystone, Mor, Each Other
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	Kyra stopped in her tracks and looked over towards Satilla, a rare smile came to her lips and she rested her hand on Satilla's shoulder. [color=a187be]"Thank you,"[/color] she said before the smile faded as quickly as it had appeared. Sana looked over to them two as they came over and found herself freeze for a moment. Kyra smiling was beyond rare and felt rather.. wrong. Not that she didn't want to see her friend smile but it was like seeing a unicorn riding a dragon; it took you a second or a year to let it sink in. 

	As the women moved over to the table with the others, things in the graveyard were calm. All the graves were empty and had been for at least a few days. New bodies were burned to dust and then the bones were ground down. It was what the town felt was best. There were no foot prints coming and going, at least nothing really new. Seemed at least one or two people had walked through today but it didn't seem as if anything was disturbed more than it had been. The place was quiet but not too quiet, not like one would figure with everything going on. Militia were patrolling, as they were all over town but all the pair got was a quick glance from them before the men moved on. It seemed they were not too concerned with the two that were there. Maybe it was the fact they weren't holding shovels or something. Either way they were left to their own devices. 

	As Kyra sat down Sana they exchanged a little hello nod between the two as Sana went back to eating but that was put on pause for a moment when Mor asked if she was royalty. Sana cocked a brow high as she glanced over to him. Her first instinct was to say no and laugh but the question had caught her off guard. Thing was, she was, in a way. She had been set to take over for her people, trained to be their next leader. To run things and sit on the council. Yet she had never fulfilled that position. She had left and by the time she came back across the Rawns, most all were dead. Only she and her younger cousin remained. [color=82ca9d]"Yeah, kind of but not in a traditional sense, and not anything they know about,"[/color] she said truthfully before she looked back over towards Kyra who was watching her. Kyra knew the deal but it wasn't anything to her. They were childhood friends. 

	Then everything kind of stopped as the two looked over towards Keystone as he wove his tale. Sana half felt sorry for him and half was doing her best not to burst with laughter. Kyra on the other hand wasn't finding the story humorous at all and it was clear on her face as her nose crinkled. Femnal was in the same boat as Kyra and it was half way through the story when he started dry heaving from the memory. When Keystone finished Femnal bolted and ran out the front door, waddling as he went, his hand flying to his mouth. The sound of alabaster breaking from his gullet and hitting the ground outside echoed through the tavern. 

	Sana lost it then and fell out laughing, long and loud laughter that hurt but she didn't care as she leaned against Keystone to brace herself. Kyra eyed Keystone and her hand came up swiftly and nailed him in the back up the head with a thwap. [color=a187be]"You just had to bring that up didn't ya?"[/color] she said as she grumbled and sat back down. Sana, was still laughing her ass off and nearly fell onto the floor; she would have if she hadn't had a death grip on Keystones tunic.