Keenst sighed as he watched the direction he was walking in. "Fuck" he whispered lightly, that's where... Why. Why were they so popular all of a sudden. Regardless, he'd wait. he sat down in the tree, and waited, it was three day walk, give it a day, and go back as if he was just visiting for the food, scope out the place. see what was going on, in the whole three days he was gone. It was turning out to be more of a problem than he was use to dealing with them.<i><b>Kill them all, and you don't have to deal with anything. </b></i>If someone was after Frisk again, he was going to be pissed. or any of them to be honest.<br/><br/>The were all friends, and they ccould be valuable to him later, as they were now. Someone trying to kill them again, wasn't something he was ready to deal with. And then a thought struck him. What if it wasn't that? What if... The goddess bitch was playing dirty. Told this guy to protect them, and hired him to keep him from doing his job, to keep him busy, while she killed them all. That... that was something he couldn't stand for. breaking his job to do what she wanted of him. Maybe he should just show up early.<br/>---------------------<br/><br/>In their little tavern monster, a man walked in, and he was strange fellow indeed. He wore all black, much like Keenst had, only he walked with a staff that had runes up and down it, and with each step his Trench opened, was that a long sword on his belt? why were there green runes on it as well? What was he? He wore a brimmed hat that covered his face as he sat down at the back table, and waited to have his order taken.