[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=b8860b]Location:[/color][/b] Deymin's Tower (2F) 
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	There was the smallest twinge of [i]something[/i] as the giant boar in front of Keystone hit the ground. Disappointment? Jealousy, maybe? He really did want to be the one to give the finishing blow - it would be a metaphorical claim of victory over his adversary, but more importantly, the damn thing gave him what would eventually become a very un-pretty new scar across his ribs, provided that he survived the day. Just another mark in a roadmap of healed flesh that he had accumulated over a career of knuckling down people and things, granted, though it was presently fresh and painful; foremost on his mind and demanding an answer in the form of blood and pain. These were things with which he had a lot of personal experience. 

	[i]Pride[/i], it occurred to him. Wounded pride. Okay, mystery solved. Get over it and step back to the killing. 

	The last glimpse he saw of some of his group came when they disappeared through the floor. Admittedly, that was kind of a new experience for the otherwise veteran adventurer. Provided that they weren't melded into the wood floor or some other such mortal incarnation of horror that he had come to expect from practitioners of Necromancy, the most logical place to locate their missing people was back downstairs. Now the question hovered in his brain: Was this an example of "Divide and Conquer", or was the separation of the group merely a diversion to allow withdrawal? In the end, it didn't matter. There were no direct threats to his people in that place at that time, and the unknown occurring with their group's healer and the lady who took the reins at the start of this mess. Keystone gave a congratulatory nod toward Nor, Slayer of Gargantuan Hogs, and turned to exit the room as fast as his muscular buttocks could carry him. 

	The first person he saw upon turning was Sana. It was no secret that he had some protective instincts for the woman, maybe more if he had the capacity to be emotionally introspective just then. Beyond Sana was the group's spellcaster, presently twitching oddly upon the floor. Yeah, they needed someone who was capable of treating the unconstitute fellow. Not to mention as much in the way of sarcastic, overbearing firepower as possible. Keystone barely paused to issue a quick, [color=b8860b]"Sana! Goin' after our people! Y'with me?"[/color] and traversing the space from the fresh pig corpse to the open door.