[hr][hr][center][h2][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Deymins Tower [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] The Group [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	Keystone maintained his raised and ready position, hands embellished by thick, black metal. He stood poised to deliver what potentially would be crippling or even killing blows, were they applied to crude matter such as flesh and bone. However, his best blows were reserved, in this instance, for the wood and metal door that refused to move for his companions. If the group's overall plan involved taking him up on his offer to assault the door, he was in prime position to do so. 

	Sadly, his concentration on self and surroundings was interrupted by the familiar sounds of retching and splattering of used food upon the landscape. He took a quick, cursory look back to confirm with his eyes what his ears detected, then gave a double take when his brain sorted everything out. His hands lowered momentarily, and he blurted with some disdain, [color=b8860b]"Gravy's bloody sake! The eggs weren't s'bad that you hadta eat'em backwards!"[/color] He subconsciously shuffled his feet forward a little bit, hoping that the offending chunderspew didn't speckle his boots. 

	Keystone caught the touch of sarcasm from Kyra, who was apparently curious about how often people emptied their stomachs in his presence. He gave her a blank stare. [color=b8860b]"Seems that way, dunnit?"[/color] he responded, equal parts disbelief and irritation. Shaking his head, he focused back on the door. Or tried to. This time it was Sana, mumbling something about a goat. [color=b8860b]"Yeah, I could use me a goat. Nice juicy one, roasted, spiced yogurt sauce with honey... Right, we're findin' us that goat, but afters, yeah?"[/color] Maybe it was genuine interest in cooking a goat, maybe it was nervous humor striking before what could be a battle, but the big man was thinking about how he might prepare a whole goat. 

	He noted the effort that Kyra put into the door, and even as she requested his assistance, he was moving forward to provide just that. Keystone was not a man of education in the formal sense, or even breeding (as he was aware). No, he was a large, physically conditioned man who hit things. This was his role. This is what he did. Living up to his role, he politely motioned as Kyra stepped aside, regarded the door for a second or two, and planted a fist into it hard and solid. If that wasn't sufficient, he had another on standby.