[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color] & [color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Salarn & Crossed Swords Tavern
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]Keystone & Kyra and Sana[/center][/b]
How does one react when somebody they were talking to suddenly bursts into a fit of hysterical laughter out of nowhere at something said that wasn't meant to be funny? Anger or sadness might be there, but concern and confusion were chief reactions that lead to other emotions such as the initially stated two. This was no different for Cyne who stood and watched in silence as the giant of a man almost suffocated himself with laughter. A bit more and she might have had to end up performing some form of CPR on him, and although his strength was admirable and he had that exotic accent, Keystone was not high up on the list of people she wanted to get mouth to mouth with.

[color=#17c311]"Yeah, we should probably get back with the others."[/color] She agreed as she followed behind the larger man. Cyne's perception of time was passable, but not perfect, and she'd rather not push it and end up being late. [color=#17c311]"You didn't strike me as the book-hunting type."[/color]
[hr] Nor barged into the inn, decked head to toe in iron. Only his face remained uncovered, simply because he had the faceplate raised up. No need to trap one's head in a sauna when there was no sign of danger nearby. His expression was a good deal more grumpy than previously seen.

[color=746f6f]"I was waitin' outside for a good quarter of an hour. Thought we were all meetin' up there before headin' out. Armor might have lots o' paddin' underneath, but it still be a good conductor of cold."[/color] He couldn't exactly climb up into a chair given the amount of extra encumbrance he was loaded down with, so he had to content himself with leaning against the wall as he waited for the rest of the party to show up.