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The El Camino roared into the scene of the skirmish and squealed to a halt, headlights pointing in the direction where their missing comrade was last spotted. The joyous luchador spoke into his comm, at first to their elder chaperon, and then to the rest of the team.

"El Sasquatcho is rogering that, Senor Wildcat. We will be on this creature, like a fat niño on a cupcake! TEAM, one of us needs to find Argonaut! If we can't drive him from the sky, Leviathan, can you toss El Sasquatcho?"

The furry Hero ran within speaking range of the fused brothers, nodding with team affirmation. A piece of misplaced humor flowed (almost) unbidden from his mouth, regarding the nearby Leviathan.

"So, eh... which one of you works the legs?"
Keystone spoke to Saran thoughtfully, "I 'preciate. Do what you need to, I'm not sure how long your leatherworker'll need for the order, anyhow."

He sat and listened to the frank and open words of Avar, having heard similar in the past. Though not new, the words were taken to heart, possibly for the first time. These were not words born of jealousy or spite, this was love. That human mage was as much family to the old dwarf as any of his hill-dwelling bearded kin. Keystone was the traveler come calling, breaking them away from one another.

The once prideful brawler listened in silence, nodding respectfully as the Dwarf spoke, understanding the depth to his words. While he probably didn't mean, literally, "hair on her head", the message was simple: Nothing happens to her, by Keystone's action nor inaction. It is his personal responsibility to ensure her safe and speedy return, without exception or excuse.

Solemnly, he rose from the table and gathered the lion's share of his available funds. He paused for just a moment, taking stock of his situation, and exited the dwelling. Just before walking out into the market proper, he looked to Avar.

"You're a good, respectable Dwarf, Master Rocksteady, what little that means comin' from the likes of me."

Stuffing his hands in his pockets (one of them tight to his earnings), he walked in search of this Kai, and the talented things he could do with animal hides. As long as he was out, maybe give a look at the cobblers near the destination. Gods knew he'd need a new set of boots before everything was said and done.

@Bright_Ops

Still lurking.
...damn.

Ok, I have another idea, then. Still on board.
Interested.

Couple of different character ideas, if GM permits existing/Certified Pre-Owned PCs.
@Vulkan

No problems on my end. We're two members short of a mariachi band, anyway. CS template is in the original post of this OOC.
Hey, all.

Is there anything I can do or help with to put us back into the fray? I can't help but think that I'm waiting for a cue to continue. If everyone else is in the same boat, maybe we can get together and work out a plan of action.
"Gah, I'm overthinking this." started Keystone, shaking his head. "Paranoid, I suppose. Yeah, Saran, I'm hopin' to find something. Much as I'm not the shiny-armored horse riding type, I'm still on a quest."

Keystone chuckled quietly, repeating himself, "I'm still on a quest. Isn't that something? The boys back home'd have a right brilliant laugh at that one. But back to it: I need answers. That's what I'm looking for. The only place I know of that might have something written down about all this is where my part of the story began. Long as I'm there, I intend to salvage what I can from the hideouts of the two dead mages."

A moment of thought on his last statement brought about a correction, "One dead, one turned to stone."

With thought to abbreviating his list, Keystone continued, "I was hoping on traveling in safety - numbers of a caravan, y'see. Having a cart to load up with salvage was another part of the plan. I'm supposing we can get one when we're at Two Stars, though. Now, the thought on acting the part of a merchant: In case this is all a waste of time, we've turned a lil gold the ordinary way. It's overly thought. I'd be willing to go with Saran's idea."

"Armor, horses, guard jobs and/or hard ride east. Still profit to be made, if there were answers they'll still be there. Cart if needed on the way back."

The quick and quiet exchange from Rocksteady earned him a quizzical look from the errant pugilist, followed by a slow (if puzzled) nod of affirmation. "We'll set on new business after, eh? But yeah, I've got ideas what starts with that."

Keystone rose from the table, intent on giving an assist with the cleanup. He strode into the kitchen and began working on what remained of the larger wares from his marathon scullery run earlier that day. It was a thing to marvel over, the mundane task of preparing meals and cleaning house. A pause. A breath of cool air before thrusting himself back into the thick of a situation that he didn't start, but felt honorbound to continue. Scrub, clean, share awkward glances across a countertop in need of sanding and oiling. He'd certainly done less meaningful things with his time.

A few quiet moments later, Keystone ventured to speak. "If you'd be able, tomorrow, after your leather-man sees to my inseams and whatnot, I need to pay respects to my friend tomorrow. Would be obliged if you could show the way."

Keystone's face took on a darker expression. Quickly, he changed the subject, hoping to draw the darker thoughts away from his mind and focus himself to the task ahead. "Your skin-monger, he does custom work? I've a thought or two on features..."
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