The monk got many offers that day, from a lady willing to pay good money to protect her beautiful daughters until they left town, to a bunch of merchants that already started losing supplies to the many thieves. It would be up to Keystone to pick what he wanted to do, but both offers expired that very day, as rumours about the menace hitting the city within two days were getting louder.

The priest of Tyr was not happy to see Keystone again, shrinking back as the monk strode up to him with the same forceful personality that the priest was afraid of. He recoiled upon hearing the name Glith again, stammering to give the monk a reply.
"G-Glith is great evil, great evil!" the priest muttered, seeming at a loss for words. "I know the name only because s-several years ago there was a great battle at D-Delhumide, the castle.." he paused, gathering his breath. "A great battle was waged, amidst a fortress full of demons. Many perished that day, but some walked away from it. One of them was named G-Glith, a source of great evil, for none traveling with him were ever seen again after Delhumide. T-That is all I know!" the priest exclaimed, eyes the size of teacups. Seeming content with Keystone's reaction, the priest eased up even more, taking a step back just in case.

"For your visions, there is little we can do to help. We only exorcise, we don't communicate with spirits. Psionicists could help you, but I don't know of one in this city. The other options may be the Red Wizards, but Tyr protect me, I will never recommend allowing one of them to poke around in your head, lest you wish to lose everything."

The tumult in the rest of the temple took his gaze away from the monk. When the holy man looked back upon the monk, his face was an expression of plea: "Please, leave. We have many people to attend to, and I have nothing more to offer you. Beware of the evil you have called upon yourself."