[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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	Centipede? Keystone knew centipedes. Nasty-looking buggers that prowled about damp, dark places. But they were tiny. A single centipede shouldn't be able to take out someone like Kyra, unless she was prone to insanely dramatic reactions to its bite. Then again, those boars were huge. Massive. If a bug got the same treatment that those walking barbecue centerpieces did, then they might have a problem. Keystone had come across something like that before, though it was not a true centipede; a thing called a Carrion Crawler. It definitely would have been big enough to take out a fully grown human, even one as ornery as Kyra. 

	He wasn't sure how much loyalty he owed the lady. Before two weeks ago, he'd never even heard of her. She swept in, assuming control of what was supposed to be a simple merchant caravan guard gig. Once the whole deal turned south, he was supposed to just take his silver and continue walking his path, back to his homeland to share the knowledge he had accumulated during his travels. Maybe even take a year or two off. Dabble in trade, maybe. But he made his choice the moment he agreed to stick around in this pissant border town after he knew the truth. So to hell with it all, Kyra was part of his group, not to mention Sana's friend. He wasn't about to abandon his people. It just wasn't in him. 

	It also wasn't in him to let [i]the archer[/i] take the lead, going down a blind stairwell into certain peril. Keystone poured on the speed, slipping between Sana and the outer wall to come out in front of Satilla. [color=b8860b]"Get be'ind us, then. I got this."[/color] 

        If anyone was taking another hit because of this thing, it was going to be him. Keystone raised his hands in front of him in a basic defensive position and readied to continue down the stairs, mentally braced for what might come next.