Saran returned late in the evening, barely making it to the end of dinner. She gave Keystone a curt nod and a smile as she sat and chowed down on the food of the evening, light roasted duck with vegetables and noodles. The she-mage's clothing had gone from the traditional red robes to a light set of leather armour that appeared to be custom fitted to accentuate her assets, complemented with a dark forest cloak and hood resting on her back.

In between breaks she told Avar about the replacement mage that would help him in her absence, a fella by the name of Grom. The old dwarf listened and nodded along, occasionally shooting Keystone looks that varied between 'damn you' and unrestrained suspicion. The ale that Keystone bought did a lot to temper the dwarf's dislike of losing his trusty she-mage, but he wasn't happy.

After dinner and cleanup, Saran and Keystone were once again alone in the kitchen.
"So Keystone, ready for your big adventure?" she asked, cleaning away some plates. "Imagine the danger we will go through, the bandits on the road, the adventure on the road!". Saran's tone didn't hide her city upbringing and the obvious lack of experience in the wild. "How is it out there?"

The next morning Telflamm was hit with an unusually cold day for the period, covering many parts of the city in a cold, thick mist. A bleak sun illuminated the rooftops and walls, casting long shadows across the city. The early morning cold didn't seem to bother the dwarf, who as usual was up the earliest and hammering away at the anvil.

On the display table of the shop laid a pristine suit of dark leather, suited for a tall human. The suit was clearly of high quality and featured several [url=http://www.gosunoob.com/witcher-3/witcher-armor-wolf-school-gear/attachment/wolf-armor-set-preview/]interlocking leather pads[/url], effectively covering the torso, shoulders and the upper legs while allowing near complete freedom of movement. The letters 'K. A.' on the inside of the collar were the only indication of where the suit came from.

The entire Rocksteady residence was up before Keystone. Saran was sitting on the fireplace talking to lanky man in his thirties, sporting black hair, a short goatee, pale blue eyes and an air of determination, wearing the traditional robe of the Red Wizards. Tim was milling about in the workshop as usual, casting somewhat nervous glances at the new arrival. Saran finished up with the wizard, hopped off the fireplace with the eagerness of a child going on an adventure and half walked half hopped towards Keystone:
"I've found out where we can get a pair of good, but expensive horses. Everything here is done, so we can leave when you are ready. Yesterday's leftovers are packed and ready to go," she said as she tapped a pair of saddlebags lying on the stone bench in the main room.

As she finished and turned away, a jolt of pain shot through the monk's head as Kaylee rushed into his mind with a presence stronger than  anything he had felt before. Far from just being present,, the monk couldn't help but be acutely aware of the entity in his head every second that she spent there. The flush of happiness and joy that accompanied the spirits entrance into his mind seemed to multiply and resonate in his head, and only the monk's mental discipline prevented Kaylee's emotions from influencing his own mind.