Surprise flashed across Keystone's face, honest and obvious, for the second time of the evening. This was an interesting turn of events, no doubt to it. A smile broadened across his features, followed by rich, unfettered laughter. 

Having broadcast his opinion of the Red Wizards to all that would hear - and all in the dwelling listened eagerly - he should have been hit with a feeling of embarrassment, fear, or guilt. Strangely, these feelings were brushed aside with a wave of ironic humor. Of course she was a Red Wizard. And why not? Whatever happened concerning Saran, this was out in the open. Keystone was either in good company or he was utterly screwed from this point on. 

He offered up his arm when Saran reached for it and stepped out lively with her. There was no doubt in Keystone's mind that he would be quite safe on the streets that evening, at least until business was concluded at the Enclave. At that point, he would be in a position of great disadvantage anyway. Cards on the table, all in. There was a strange feeling of mirthful freedom about the situation. 

"You and I've got the same advantage then, don't we?" quipped Keystone in the slightly less restrained underclass accent of his homeland. Polite formality was replaced by open camaraderie, not unlike he would have for a fellow pugilist or drinking companion. "I'm oft underestimated because of how I look 'n outfit myself, and you, well... I wouldn't've been more surprised if the moonlight'd turned you wolfy." 

The amused sensation continued as he entered the Enclave and spoke yet again with Meriv. 

"Indeed I do, Mr. Meriv, sir. Third time's the charm, or so my own pap would say. Least, I think he used to say, we didn't talk much 'till the day he put a knife in my side. But that's a story for another time, innit? I would very much like to sell you a scroll, got a spell what stops time inked on it. Now, what was your offer on that? Recent events've pushed it from my mind."