Keystone pressed hard on the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, as if warding off a headache. He forced his growing irritation down into the pit of his stomach, and attempted to maintain an even voice. 

"For Gravy's lumpy sake... All the walking corpses that was [i]just[/i] about town, this Knight gets snuffed in single combat with the monster what made 'em (trying to save your sorry arse, at that). You're tellin' me he's been buried two days and his grave looks fresher tossed than that." 

He leaned in a little closer, dropped the volume of his voice somewhat, and stared at the older soldier with his sword halfway out. "Hows about you tell me what could [i]possibly[/i] be the worry?" 

The greatly annoyed brawler looked down to the soldier's sword, and back up to his face, raising his eyebrows and giving an unimpressed expression. "For the meantime, you can direct me to his personal effects. His full name of Sir Raa TelNimras, Lion of the Whitehorn, Paladin of Mielikki. And I'm his next of."