The atmosphere in the Keystone residence drastically changed when Keystone returned. Avar was swinging his hammer from hand to hand, alternating between disapproving looks towards Saran and suspicious ones towards Grom. The mage met the dwarf's gaze with a confident smirk and Saran appeared unphased by the mood shift, waving at Keystone as if nothing was wrong. Her clothing now resembled the simple leather armour worn by common guards, ill-shaped for her size.

The moment the dwarf spotted Keystone, he sped out of the workshop and thudded the hammer right into the monk's chest with force equivalent to a hill giant punch.

"What in the hell was that, boy? Ye tellin me that ye have a chance o' goin' crazy and ye failed to say that BEFORE ye asked me girl to come with ye? What kind o' house guest are ye?" the dwarf yelled with a booming voice. Several crowds of people stopped to watch the altercation between dwarf and human. The smith fumed, tossing the heavy hammer with the ease one would toss a throwing knife, muscles bulging with magic and eyes displaying pure anger.

Saran started forward to help Keystone, but ran into an outstretched hand as Grom stopped her. They met eyes and the male's look left nothing to discuss. Saran slumped back, worry clear on her face, before she yelled at Avar.

"Stop this! There's nothing to worry about!"
The dwarf chuckled and waved her away:

"So, boy, what is it gonna be? When do ye turn into a monster that would attack my girl, eh? Show it to me so I can beat it out o' ye! And when I'm done with that, I'll beat yer fancy blade into tiny little shards and throw it in the sea, ha ha ha!" the dwarf continued, stepping forward, hammer spinning in his left hand.

The crowds watching the event were larger than they were a second ago. Some monks and even a guard patrol stopped to look, laughing and cheering between each other:

"Look, Rocksteady's throwing out a thief again!"