[center][h3][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Road North of Salarn, Camp[/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With: [/color]Calanon[/center][/b]

	The wagon kept moving up the road, along with the rest of the people associated with Cremwise's guard. Far from caring, Keystone's stood in the pouring rain, eyes staring hard into the Elf. He took a second to memorize the details of the new guy's face, but also used the moment to look for indications of anything ulterior or shady. Convinced, at least for the meantime, the brawler nodded and let his face soften somewhat. 

	[color=b8860b]"Right then. That'll do for now. Yeah, warzone. Men an' Orcs've been under a treaty for a while. Somebody decided they didn't like it, an just recently the town south of 'ere got attacked by a bloody war party. Dunno why. Not my issue. What is: Getting Cremmy's wares next town over." 

	'Member, if you're with us, you're a guard. You got other obligation, get to steppin'. Not full certain how a single Elf's gonna fare in Orc claimed lands during wartime, though. Best to stick close. I like the name though; Colcannon. Good, starchy name, that."[/color]

	Keystone turned and trudged back to the still departing wagon, moving to retake his place near the front. Along the way, he glanced back at the newest addition to the team, motioning to the Elk at his flank. [color=b8860b]"Ah yeah, many thanks for bringin' supper with. Not sure if we can get a fire goin' tonight, though.[/color] It was not clear whether the broad pugilist was serious, or trying at humor. 

The merchant, Cremwise, was driving the wagon as usual. Just prior to taking position near him, Keystone poked his head over at their two semiconscious companions. They seemed ok. Hell, they seemed to have the best spot all to themselves, minus the large wolf. Yeah, they'd be fine, for now anyway. Hood still raised against the pressing elements, Keystone hoped that the weather would keep the Orcs' overland travel to a minimum. The rain was an irritant. Getting pincushioned by black hafted arrows or surrounded by a clan of pissed-off greenskins would be much more upsetting. Still, nothing to do but keep moving forward, engage in light conversation, and remain watchful for anything out of place.