The dwarven smith's visage softened when he saw the genuine confusion stamped on the monk's features. "Should've told me the durned thing only likes ye afore handin it over, boy." he said, a full mug of ale courtesy of Saran already in his hand. Across the table, Tim was visibly more relaxed, if still eyeing the monk with a healthy dose of fear on his face. Saran seemed unbothered by all the recent events, wearing a slight smile on her face to match black eyes with no pupils to speak of.
Avar drank some more as he continued to watch Keystone pack, nodding at his mention of the metal merchant: "Aye, if ye get me the gold within the day, I can have yer 'nuckles ready on the morn a day from now. Ye can leave me extra gold fer the steel. Methinks all 'o this shouldn't cost ye more than 60 gold, boy. 50 fer the knuckles an' the metal, 10 fer me poor hands." Saran and Tim both chuckled loudly at the last mention, prompting a guilty smile from the dwarf. "I may be a generous dwarf, but I got to get me ale money somewhere, eh? I knocked 10 gold off 'o that fer callin' me Master Smith, hehehehe" he chuckled.

Saran's smile turned into a pout as Keystone mentioned leaving and she cast an angry glare at Tim and then the dwarf. Both men seemed to shrink under the heavy weight of it, looking anywhere but at her. She gazed at Keystone again, and once again he felt Kaylee shrink back into the furthest corner she could find: the sword, leaving the monk with a clear mind. "I would be a bad host to deny a weary traveler, and more than that, a cook, an offered rest after such an obvious...misunderstanding. You are welcome to stay here, Keystone." She turned away from the table, but spun around on her heels, as if forgetting something. "Oh, and you mentioned the Red Wizards, yes? If you wish, I can accompany you to their shop to prevent any...creative dealing on their ends. They should be open still. That is, of course, if you are not too tired this day." She threw a look at Keystone that he couldn't quite place as she vanished in the kitchen, ringing with some plates.

Avar and Tim both excused themselves from the table and walked away into the depths of the hovel, leaving Keystone alone in the dining room with Saran being in the adjacent kitchen. Keystone noticed that the room didn't seem to contain any source of light but a warm hearth with a crackling fire, but was lit up as if a chandelier was present on the low ceiling.