The dwarf nodded in acknowledgment to Keystone's words.

Saran led Keystone through the crowds, some still staring at the monk that was the center of attention moments ago. Eventually the two reached a slightly run down part of the city, housing soldier's quarters, part of the slums and a comparatively massive stable. Dozens of horses were being take care of by even more people, some brushing, some washing and a few blacksmiths cleaning the hooves. All the animals appeared well fed and strong.

On the far side of the coral, two massive horses were saddled and outfitted. Saran motioned for Keystone to follow and briefly spoke with a large light skinned rotund man in fashionable robes, looking out of place anywhere that wasn't a palace. The man nodded a few times, stroked his short goatee and expectantly looked at Keystone with a fake sleazy smile:

"Your servant and I agreed on forty platinum for the horses. As soon as I have my money, these fine specimens are yours. I can assure you, they are exactly as strong and fast as they look," he said. Saran shot the merchant a distrustful look and stepped out of the way and slightly behind Keystone, firmly pressing three fingers into his lower back as she made her best attempt at a respectful bow.

With the horses saddled, the pair was soon riding through the lower end part of town, with many poorly dressed folk running about, some asking money from the pair, but most regarding them with fear, suspicion, or both. Saran turned into a wide alley and waited for them to be alone before talking to Keystone again:

"This way to the graveyard is shorter and less populated. We don't want to attract too much attention given your recent escapades around the city." She looked around and adjusted her bodice a bit, "as for my outfit, you didn't expect me to travel with an oversized spellbook on my back signifying I am a mage, did you? In a caravan that might deter some, but if it's just us two, it would harm us." As she finished, the city's cemetery came into view. It was unusually busy, days after the battle. Many soldiers rushed around, helping lower bodies into graves and keeping watch over the further parts of the graveyard. Many citizens walked around the graves, paying respects to fallen friends, family members and lovers. Some were beyond the guard ring, bowed and crying over some open graves.

A few guards stood over open graves in the guarded section, carefully listening to pastors reading last rites. Keystone's keen ears overheard parts of the sermon:

"...and through his bravery and sacrifice many were saved. We can all be thankful for the sacrifice he made, as some of you would not have stood here were it not for this brave soul..."

Saran looked around and settled on Keystone: "So, do you know where they are buried? I don't come here often..."