[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][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] Keystone
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	Sana let out a weary sigh as her hand rested on the banister of the stairs. She worried about Kyra, about her doing something frivolous and taking matters into her own hands so the others would remain safe. It would not be the first time but it could be the last. She understood what Kyra was saying. Sure people in the tavern now knew what they had been up against because of the loose lips of others. This was bad enough. Yet some did not seem to realize that to keep speaking, to make plans in such a public venue gave whoever was behind all this the upper hand. They would know what was coming before they were even able to make a move. It was stupidity and nativity at it's finest.  It could, it probably would end up causing the death of at least one of them. 

	She saw the look and heard Thomas's voice. It irked her, especially considering the damage he had already done. If she had felt better she would have called him out on it but knew it would only fall on a deaf and closed mind. You wrapped yourself in knowledge, you did not give knowledge to your enemy. The roles were usually reversed. Kyra was usually the level headed one and Sana the brash one that let what was on her mind fly freely. Yet the roles were different now and again she understood why. Kyra had nearly lost the one person in this world she considered family at this point. How would the others react to see their sibling in such a state? Perhaps none of them had any that they would die for. Such a pity if that were the case. 

	Hearing Keystone behind her, Sana turned slightly and looked over to him. Nodding towards him and holding out her hand for him to take. She thought back to when they had met. She had dealt with a man who thought she would deal in trade. Trade of her body for his favor. She had put his face through the stained wood of a bar top for the insult. Keystone and her did not exactly get off on the right foot but they had fought along side each other and when the fog had taken her once again she felt they had parted on at least a neutral ground. But that was them. She looked at Keystone, he was a large and imposing man; a look that could make many think that he was not as intelligent as most but from the looks of things he was at lest far more intelligent than the more learned in the group when it came to the art of war and battle. Books were all well and good but without life experience they meant nothing. Thomas was proof of that. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Alright, come on now. You said they would have a bath waiting. Better get me to it before the water cools,"[/color] Sana said as her hand remained out for him to help her up the stairs and to the room he had reserved for them for the evening.