[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][b][color=b8860b]Location:[/color][/b] Outside Deymin's Tower
[b][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Thomas, involuntarily.
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	Hell of a day, all around. Hell of a day. There was light and fresh air and bits of tower flying about him; choking dust swirling around, making breathing slightly more perilous that is otherwise would. Granted, the fact that he was breathing at all was something of a miracle in and of itself, considering the nature of the structure he had just exited. The moment he got free of the collapsing tower, he set his sights on locating the rest of the group. His first concern in that regard was finding Sana. A quiet sigh to himself seemed to bookend the thought that, out here in the world, that pushy, arrow-flinging Gypsy was the closest friend that he had. Maybe even a little more. It would pain him greatly if something had happened to her. So definitely, finding Sana. 

	Luck seemed to be with her, and also with Keystone, as the first thing that he heard upon reaching freedom was her voice, barking an urgent question at him concerning the location of Thomas and Satilla. He had just began to shrug; he had no idea where Satilla was and Thomas, well... is presence made itself known as he unceremoniously plowed into the big Pugilist's posterior. All things being equal, he wasn't going to fault the guy for a tiny mishap while trying to save his own ass, but nor would he give him any reassurance. He took a step or two forward so as not to block the way out for anyone else behind them, an addressed Sana with a voice struggling not to cough on tower dust, [color=b8860b]"Found Thom!"[/color] He jerked a thumb backward to indicate the spellcaster's presence, then turned to him as he moved farther away from the decrepit building, [color=b8860b]"Oh, you don't want nothin' from that end, lad."[/color]