Keystone spoke to Saran thoughtfully, "I 'preciate. Do what you need to, I'm not sure how long your leatherworker'll need for the order, anyhow."

He sat and listened to the frank and open words of Avar, having heard similar in the past. Though not new, the words were taken to heart, possibly for the first time. These were not words born of jealousy or spite, this was love. That human mage was as much family to the old dwarf as any of his hill-dwelling bearded kin. Keystone was the traveler come calling, breaking them away from one another. 

The once prideful brawler listened in silence, nodding respectfully as the Dwarf spoke, understanding the depth to his words. While he probably didn't mean, literally, "hair on her head", the message was simple: Nothing happens to her, by Keystone's action nor inaction. It is his personal responsibility to ensure her safe and speedy return, without exception or excuse.

Solemnly, he rose from the table and gathered the lion's share of his available funds. He paused for just a moment, taking stock of his situation, and exited the dwelling. Just before walking out into the market proper, he looked to Avar.

"You're a good, respectable Dwarf, Master Rocksteady, what little that means comin' from the likes of me."

Stuffing his hands in his pockets (one of them tight to his earnings), he walked in search of this Kai, and the talented things he could do with animal hides. As long as he was out, maybe give a look at the cobblers near the destination. Gods knew he'd need a new set of boots before everything was said and done.