"My ser..." began Keystone, taking a second to fully understand the situation. He faked a tickle in his throat and coughed lightly before continuing with the very well-dressed man in the very not-well-dressed environment. Saran tapped three fingers into his back. Must be a signal. "Yeah, I ain't got the time for this back n'forth cobyankery. I'm already going to be late, as it is. Twenty-five."

If Keystone read the signal correctly, he was going to allow himself to be talked up to 30 platinum coins, and be on their way. If he did not, a drawn out session of haggling was really not within the bounds of his temperament that morning. Perhaps allowing a touch of his anger to show would be helpful is assisting with the expedient end to the transaction. 

***

It had been a while since the itinerant brawler had managed a horse. Even back then, he was no master rider. At least he knew which end was forward and he didn't embarrass himself mounting the animal. A number of shaky moments later, he was maneuvering the horse in (more or less) a straight line in accordance with his directional wishes. "...been a bit..." he grumbled absently to Saran's amusement. 

The graveyard was larger than Keystone had imagined. Logic took over, reasoning that the main place of interment in a large trade city would likely be sizeable. Still, he had less of an idea where to look than Saran did. "The soldier what told me about this place mentioned "Hero's Honors". Aside from that, I haven't the slightest where to look." 

Keystone located a soldier unburdened by body-lowering duties and moved to speak with him. He unmounted his horse and led it briskly by the reins, calling to the man as he approached. "Oi! Got a question there, if you could... Looking for where you lot buried my friend - an Half-Orc name of Raa, led the refugee militia on the walls. The detail carryin' him off says hero's burial. He'd be a Paladin, if that helps."