"On the mornin' then, Master Kai."

Keystone turned heel and left, weaving back through the amassing crowds, hands in pockets to discourage unrequested attempts to lighten his cumbersome burden of coin. Though he was likely a little shorter with the leatherworker than intended, the errant brawler had tasks to perform before the day was out. 

He spent a copper coin or two on the way back to the Rocksteady Forge, base items like salt and fresh cream. Another gold coin on something brown and flammable (of more or less decent quality) for his benevolent host, then straight back. He still had to finalize the evening meal, and there should still be three ducks slow roasting that required his attentions. 

Nearing the forge, Keystone reviewed his "to do" list. Get through the evening meal, see where Saran was with finding her replacement, sleep. In the morning, pick up his armor, get horses and tack, buy supplies. Perhaps head east, perhaps wait until first light. 

From the looks of his near future, a drink or three might be in order.