"Yeah," began Keystone, "Let's get out of here. Maybe whomever's got his stuff can find use from it all. He was a giving sort." 

He returned to the outside, looking around at the poorer section of the city around him. The forgotten people of a city; Keystone's own childhood had him in a place similar. He turned back to Saran, waiting for her to fully catch her breath before mounting his horse and speaking. 

"He didn't have a whole lot, least not to speak on. Couple of weapons I never learned how to use, some kind of giant insect armor, his holy symbol. All things that'd be better off with his kin. Maybe whatever whitehats sponsored him, if any. Up and comin' Knight might have made use of 'em."

He paused for a moment, "Thinking on it, I believe he left his donkey back in Two Stars, on account of the running and the dying and such, though I'm doubtful it's still available. He did have some traveling gear and a bit of extra coin what may have been of use to us. Not needed, mindya, but useful." 

He shook his head, reigning the horse toward the city gates. "Y'know, Saran... It's been a sod-awful morning. Can't seem to keep a thought in my head." Keystone locked eyes with her, very mildly stressing his next sentence, "P'raps we should talk 'bout it [i]when my head is clear of these intrusions[/i]."

While keeping it subtle, he hoped not too subtle. The words he chose were Saran's own from earlier when Kaylee was elsewhere. Whatever she was doing was less effective and Keystone wanted her to know. While still unsure as to whether the misplaced spirit was a threat, he large man was concerned that she seemed to be pushing his baser instincts, particularly as it involved hurting others. 

This was a personality trait he had worked for a very long time to control - Keystone embraced by rage was a horrifying thing, best left tucked away until it was absolutely necessary for survival, his or another's. 

"C'mon then, let's get out on the Way."