[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] The Group[/center][/b][hr][hr]

	Keystone took in what was being said with keen interest. A different facet of him had been brought out, one where his obvious lack of charm and formal education was somehow obscured as his eyes and manner became sharper, more inquisitive, dare it be mentioned: Wise? Yes, a look of familiar wisdom crept onto the blunt, scarred features of the hulking man, giving him a sort of ruthless clarity in posture and speech. He assumed a straight stance with his feet shoulder-width apart and his head bowed slightly. Eyes darted around the room to gather any facial expressions from their group, hopefully to ascertain whether there were any additions or feedback forthcoming. His hands hung in front of him, one clasped in the other. 

	When there was a break in the discussion to speak, he did, keeping his accent a slight as he could. [color=b8860b]"Right. Only reason for a series of patterned attack is 'cause whoever's in charge is lookin' for something still. Now, what's this place 'ere, Deymin's Tower? It ain't been hit, and unless I'm daft it's in the pattern like it ought to have. I'm wantin' to put eyes on that while it's still light out, get me? Seems a spot like that, we'd want to go in expectin' to be loud and angry."[/color] 

	Of course, then there was the information about the amulet. It would ordinarily seem silly to put time and resources into a piece of jewelry hinted at in a dream, but Sana had certain mystical abilities that Keystone didn't understand in the least, even among other magic users. It didn't make much sense to him, but if new information could be gleaned from it, then he was all for it. [color=b8860b]"I ain't the type what goes for shiny bits 'round the neck, but if this means somethin', mayhap we should look about for it, too. Rocks, carved or natural, can mean a heap of things. That ruined tower, the caves, or even the bloody root cellar o' your friend that farmer's."[/color]

	 He thought for a second, [color=b8860b]"Now, if the pattern has stuff bein' hit at night, I says we look into where's next in the pattern, advance of them."[/color]