[hr][hr][center][h2][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Woods North of Salarn, Orc Encampment, Evening of Day Three [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With: [/color] Thomas [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	The perplexing young spellcaster was initiating conversation. Keystone was just settling in, readying himself for the last bits of planning and discussion before inevitable rest and nighttime diligence. He'd just as soon not have heard from the boy at all; the topic was quite souring his elevated mood, courtesy of his gastrointestinal victory over the forces of Orckind minutes earlier. Objectively speaking, Keystone recognized that it (or at least the perception of it) was a good thing, maybe smoothing over a rough spot or two within the party. 

	[color=b8860b]"Never you mind 'bout my bloody tea, right? But I 'preciate the sorrys and whatnot. P'raps I overreacted a piece, m'self. Tell you what..."[/color] the broad man looked into his recently packed belongings, and produced a small wad of cloth. [color=b8860b]"I'd be delighted if'n you'd accept this, Tommy old boy. Means a bit to me."[/color] He unrolled the smallish bundle with a gesture, and held it aloft in the dim light of the low fire. Keystone kept his face stoically neutral. 

	It was a sock. 

	The sock had seen better days. It was hard to tell what color it may have been, once upon a time. Even if it were full daylight, it might remain a mystery. The inner footwear was stretched out to a point that most men would find it unusable except in some utilitarian fashion, such as a dishrag or polishing cloth. The heel was nonexistent; a ragged hole that took up space where a heel once resided, not to mention the gaping apertures, possibly rent by crusty, uncut toenails and widened over time and disrepair. To even call it a sock anymore was generous. It was an almost tubular length of stained, damaged cloth (possibly wool), of indistinct purpose and basest of worth. 

	But maybe it held some manner of sentiment to the large brawler. Keystone held his expression blankly, continuing to present the item with quietish dignity. [color=b8860b]"Sooner we put this behind, sooner we get to things what matter in the 'ere and now."[/color]