[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, Nor, Thomas, Keystone
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	The sound of alabaster chunky chum hitting the wood outside of the tavern echoed through the place. Too bad it wasn't later int eh day when the sounds of the regular tavern goers and entertainment would have drowned it out but no luck in that department. It just splatted against the wooden surface and Kyra had to take a long breath to keep from cringing outwardly. She could nearly picture it in her mind, each droplet hitting the deck and bouncing from the puddle; splattering against the poor tavern owner and the walls, and the seats, and the stairs. There would need to be a hell of a clean up just to walk out the front door at this rate. Maybe this place had a back door. If anything to pretend that she and maybe a few others didn't know Keystone. 

	Sana eyed Keystone and let out a half exasperated chuckle. [color=82ca9d]"You can make it up to me later,"[/color] she said before she started to make her way down the stairs. She felt much better today, maybe not on full yet but a dozen times more able than she did the night before. Navigating the stairs carefully but with ease she stepped downstairs and made sure to avoid the mess as she headed over to the table with the others. Sitting down she had no intention of eating just yet. Maybe something, outside, across town - you know where the smell of urine wasn't soaking into the walls and the porch covered by last nights meal. 

	Shaking her head a bit she pushed the thought out of her mind and tried to keep her attention focused on the task at hand. [color=a187be]"Good point Satilla, why don't you fill them in on your credentials,"[/color] she said as she glanced over towards Nor. Nodding to Thomas, she had to admit the boy was thinking more on a tactical level at this point. It was something. Didn't make up for nearly killing her childhood friend but he was trying. At least he hadn't sent the tavern owner to pray to the chamber pot gods twice in less than a fortnight. [color=a187be]"At this point we do need help. If what we have coming to us is anything like what we have dealt with before we need skilled numbers,"[/color] she said, keeping her words vague enough not to exactly let on anything. There were others in the tavern but their attention seemed to be on Femnal, for now. 

	As Keystone came over Sana palmed her face. The man could have eaten a meal in the middle of hell's colon and not be phased by it. His constitution must have been miles better than hers. Kyra just looked up at the man and gave him a bit of a stare. [color=a187be]"This is becoming a habit with you isn't it? Do you have a bet with someone that you can make Femnal lose the contents of his stomach every time you are around?"[/color] she asked. One couldn't tell if she was joking or dead serious. 

	Sana however took it as a joke and laughed a bit. [color=82ca9d]"Ten to one odds, I bet he can."[/color]

	[color=a187be]"Don't encourage him!"[/color] Kyra snapped and shot Sana an eat shit and die look; which only made Sana laugh harder. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Fine, twenty to one!"[/color]

	[color=a187be]"Sana!"[/color]