[hr][hr][center][h2][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Crossed Swords Inn & Tavern [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Sana, Nor, Femnal, Kyra, Satilla [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	Keystone remained motionless as Sana used him as a brace to keep from falling over with laughter. He was fully aware that his natural way of speaking was considered quaint, even humorous to others, but when it was applied to a near-horror story involving his hindquarters (and that which issued therefrom), there was total understanding as to why someone would come close to hitting the floor, gasping with laughter. 

	Unless you had been there. 

	Yes, those who were actually present for the Intestinal Rebellion of the Crossed Swords Inn & Tavern might possibly have reacted in the same manner as a veteran soldier, having been traumatized by what he had witnessed, been asked to relive his experiences. It is why he fully understood why Femnal ran for the front door and began heaving his guts upon the ground out front. Understood, but still got a chuckle. Oddly, Keystone had a sense of deja-va about the whole incident. 

	On the other hand, the last time this happened, Kyra hadn't smacked him. Keystone's head snapped forward, and his desire to chuckle evaporated. Even as Sana was in danger of falling off of her chair in the midst of a laughing fit, during which he was utilized as an anchor, Keystone's head slowly turned toward Kyra with a look of restrained annoyance. [color=b8860b]"We ain't near chummy enough for that, Kyra. Not yet."[/color] His voice was serious, as was the glare in his eyes. The unspoken sentence in his face seemed to be in the arena of [i]"Not without reprisal"[/i]. His face immediately softened to something merely sarcastic as he jerked his thumb back toward Sana, saying, [color=b8860b]"'Sides, [i]that one[/i] asked."[/color] He glanced back at the spasming Gypsy and offered her a hand to steady herself. 

	Keystone looked up at Kyra and nodded to the food. In a much cheerier voice (for him), he suggested, [color=b8860b]"C'mon then. Grab a plate an' have at it. We can talk business, if you like. Bout time to start thinkin' on what comes next, innit?"[/color] Keystone had been through things like this in the past. It rarely ended well, in his experience. The scene in Salarn didn't look like an isolated incident, as things involving Necromancy seldom were. Unless it [i]was[/i], they had to prepare for more loss of life. In Keystone's mind, this was the time that everyone capable of fighting needed to, else everyone in town needed to evacuate. Now all they had to figure out was who to fight, or where to run. [color=b8860b]"After a good meal, o'course."[/color] 

	The big man could hear the continued sound of Femnal's retching. He almost felt sorry for him. Almost.