Trade secrets, tight-lipped. It is the prerogative of the Master of the Forge as well of the Master of the House within which Keystone was a guest. Making a mental note, until further information was made privy to the inquisitive pugilist, he would merely refer to it as Avar's Metal, and the finished product The Black Knuckles. Nice and simple. 

"I forget m'self, Master Rocksteady," began Keystone, "Whilst I'm under your roof, the meal'l be called Ale, sir. I'll be having tea with my Ale, if you'll not mind, and turnover cakes all around."

Quite looking forward to his day's labors in the kitchen, Keystone was kicked in the guts by the sudden appearance of Kaylee back in his mind, with obvious distress. Suspicions had arisen concerning the nature of his visitor, the fact that she alternated using a child's voice was both heart-tugging and frightening; his nature was to be protective (if not always kind), but being the object of manipulation by an unknown entity did make him anxious. 

Keystone spoke inside of his mind, as he was accustomed when dealing with tagalong spirits, "Little Kaylee, you know I ain't magefolk. I've got tricks, mind you, but nothing that could bother the likes of you. Got half a plan of something to do, but if you could tell me what you need it'd be a help. Soon as I'm able, I'll see what I can 'bout what happened."  

Keystone strode inside, dressed, and proceeded to the kitchen. Seems he had been spending a good number of hours in that room lately, plying a craft that he rarely found time to indulge anymore. He wasn't purely a wall of muscle, built to continually slam his fists into things that required his percussive attention; Keystone had a soul of an artist, deep down. Or at least a craftsman. 

True to his word, he started with the bread pudding. He whisked together a cold anglaise and began crushing stale bread crusts and pastries into it until it was sufficiently thick and chunky, and set the whole mess into the oven. He then began preparations for crusty brown bread and a pot of beans with aromatics and pork. When a stopping point, or at least a slowing point was reached, Keystone looked to Saran. For the first time that day, they were alone. He got straight to the point. 

"A lady's got reasons for keeping her own company in the evenings, little of my business. If'n you feel like sharing, that's fine as well. Not what needs talking about. I've got to know: The spirit what squats in the dusty tenement of my brain - you make it leave my head and retreat back into the sword. How d'you do it? Is there something you know that I need to?"

He heaved a sigh, and punched his bread dough back down, covered, and continued, "Look, that business aside, it's been just lovely knowing you. No matter what arises hereafter, I 'preciate the hell outta the past two days." 

Not wanting to get in the way of business, especially on a work day abbreviated by rain, Keystone did as he said he would, preparing meals and keeping the kitchen tidy between. Avar was personally served Afternoon Ale. It wasn't until the day's labors were done and everyone was sat around the table to a meal of Crispy Roasted Ducks with Oat Muffins and a bountiful harvest of Baked Sugar Yams that Keystone began speaking seriously. 

"Right, this mystery began (for me, anyhow) in Two Stars, back up the Way a piece. Now, it got destroyed. Wiped out. The big fella what almost did me in did the destroyin'. Turned the townsfolk into walking corpses what marched up the road and turned others into walking corpses. The town's bloody dead, or was a week ago."

"Now then, there were two wizards lived in Two Stars had a good idea what was going on with my drama, y'see. One of 'em got turned to stone. I pulled this ring..." Keystone set Reverin's Ring on the table, emphasizing his presentation, "...offa the evil bastich. The other'n, well, he was one of those walking dead guys I had to punch back to death in front of the Enclave couple days back. I can't very well ask either of them. These magey types, though, they like writing their studies down."

Keystone cleared his throat and passed the plate of muffins down to Tim before continuing, "My plan, at moment anyhow, is to go back there and collect what I can, if I can. But I don't know nothin' bout magic, or near enough to it. I'll need help. I aim on keeping what I can use, selling off the rest here, and splitting the profits from it 50/50 with you lot. I've got things I need before doing this, but, what's your thoughts?"