The forms that Shein-Fang taught Keystone started to manifest in the monk's form, improving and adding onto the monk's preexisting technique, blending two schools of teaching into one. His hits came slightly harder than before, movements a fraction faster. The dummy reacted accordingly, shaking helplessly under the barrage of jabs and punches and disappearing after the last solid hits. Saran gave the monk an approving smile, as much at his work as at his plans for the coming hours, while Avar responded with a snort at the mention of tea:

"Bah, ye best invent some new way 'o brewing ale instead of that 'tea' nonsense. And while ye're busy figurin' that out, read up on dwarvencraft some more if ye think ye'll ever need more o' that metal. When ye do, come back to me with more gold, and I'll make a few more for ya! The metal, like the recipe, is a trade secret."

As soon as Keystone left Saran's presence, Kaylee rushed back into his mind, radiating confusion and fear as she spoke in his mind:

"Wha-what happened? One moment I was out of that awful prison, the next I'm locked in it, unable to leave! What magic are you working Keystone? Do you want to be rid of me?" she pleaded with the voice of a hurt and scared little child. " Please, Keystone, help me get out of here. I don't have much time..."