[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]

	The first thing that Keystone noticed upon entering the Inn was the Healer and the Spellcaster doing something beyond his desire to comprehend, with bugs. He viewed the scene with a sense of detached confusion, as if he had just stumbled into some manner of culture shock. Everyone else had no problem with these people vivisecting tiny creatures on a table top inside of what used to be a bustling place of business, as if it were a common enough event. He shrugged it off. Then he saw Satilla looking up at him expectantly. He wasn't sure how to respond, so he rolled out a nonchalant, [color=b8860b]"Yeah, 'preciate an' all, but no. Already 'ad bugs for breakys, I did. 'xcuse."[/color] 

	The second thing he noticed was that Sana was looking at him and pointing to his brass knuckles, sitting quietly on the table. He strode over to them, gave a cursory look, and carefully picked them up. It was fast and crude work; a thick splash of silver over the business ends of his first adult sized set of knuckle dusters, runes highlighted with the precious lunar metal. They were still a little warm. Keystone nodded grimly and tucked away the twin instruments of ouch-making, the beginnings of a smile forming at the corner of his mouth as he looked to Sana. 

	[color=b8860b]"Well then. What's next on our To Do List, then? 'Less we're 'bout set to take in the sights, anyhow."[/color]