[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] Shopkeeper[/center][/b][hr][hr]

	When the broad individual known by mere mortals as Keystone approaches a stranger, it usually invokes a reaction. Sometimes that reaction is negative. Depending upon his mood, sometimes grown men wet themselves and offer over monies in hopes of returning home to their families intact. Keystone rarely accepted these peace offerings, it was too much like petty theft for his liking. Rarely. It had been known to happen, especially if he was hungry. As he had to ask a couple of people directions to the nearest leather worker, he got to see the reactions of the people of Salarn. 

	It turns out, when there is an army of walking corpses intent on doing unspeakable things in your hometown, the approach of a huge (but living) guy doesn't have quite the same impact. While viewed with some suspicion, the usual unease from common people unfamiliar with him did not have the edge it ordinarily did, and so he was able to get directions to the nearest crafter of animal skins in short order. 

	A few more minutes found him indoors, staring at the Friendly Neighborhood Leather Guy. Keystone shrugged the coat off of his shoulder and onto the counter nearby. He took a quick look around, then cleared his throat to announce his presence. [color=b8860b]"Allo then."[/color] he began, stepping back a bit as to not seem threatening. [color=b8860b]"Gonna be straight wit ya. Me an' some friends've taken a hit on account of the troubles about. Coat's got some sword damage. Plus a bit of... ah, [i]shrapnel[/i], too. Can you fix it in an 'alf hour? We're anxious to get back at it, on the quick."[/color] Keystone reached into the coat's pockets, hidden behind solid leather segments like the ones from which he produced his brass knuckles earlier that morning. He removed from them, and quickly slipped into his pants pockets, [i]another[/i] set of knuckle dusters, these a smooth but lusterless ebon-black. 	

	[color=b8860b]"I've got good silver on me, if'n you need it up front."[/color]