[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] Sana, Kyra [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	Heeding Sana's words about bathing in ammonia, Keystone responded with an affirming grunt. Looking around the area, he noted with grim satisfaction that the group had quite effectively managed to bludgeon, stab, or otherwise manhandle their opposition into inanimate submission. With one exception, but its unlife was drawing to an unceremonious close so long as the quartet of people (and bear) around it didn't all accidentally slip on the same random orange peel and impale themselves on each other's weapons, resulting in one of Keystone's more diligent concerns: The death of his group. Again. But so far as checking on Sana - The dead guys were dead, she was not; they weren't moving, she was. Overtly, that was the entirety of his reason for approaching. In reality, his more protective instincts were showing themselves. 

	When Sana suggested that he make for the stairs, her body language implying that she had the remainder of the room (including Nor's pet dead guy) under the watchful attention of her bow, Keystone responded with a grim, [color=b8860b]"Yeah, on it."[/color] and moved to join Kyra on the stairs. As he arrived, he voiced a suggestion of his own to the platinum haired Ranger. [color=b8860b]"You might ought let me in front, play meatshield for a bit, yeah?"[/color] If nothing else, the burly pugilist was fairly certain that Kyra wouldn't mind using him as a mobile bulwark, taking the first hit if necessary. [color=b8860b]"Don't you worry. I'll try to keep the arse vapors to m'self."[/color]