Keystone flinched as magic rushed over him. He was generally uncomfortable around it, moreso when he was the target, beneficial or no. He was grateful, but nodded grimly at Saran for her efforts. 

"I wouldn't worry too much, Miss. The thing what's in my head, Kaylee? Don't think she likes you much, anyhow."  

He rode silently for a few minutes. As they neared the gate, Keystone addressed the question left unanswered from earlier. "I don't know if you were just askin' me to cover for the spellwork, but, uh... if I had to pin it down, it'd be guilt. We split up as soon as we got into town, me lookin' for money and information, him seein' to the refugees. Raa was a better man than m'self, fellow warrior, and he did the good n' noble thing. He died and I didn't. Just deserves better's all, and he's got no one to speak on his behalf."

"Bastard killed him, came after me next. If we'd have stuck together, maybe he lives. He started this before I did, now all we've got is me to finish. Otherwise, I'm the type that'd take actions more direct and final and be done with it. Eh..."

The remainder of the journey came with little in the way of deep conversation, though Keystone did mention once or twice about the onset of a nagging, long-term headache. 

Upon reaching the seemingly abandoned main gates to the town of Two Stars, Keystone took a moment to listen. No one present to greet or threaten, ask them about their business. No one to hawk fruit-laced water to weary travelers, no barkers suggesting places to eat or lodge for the evening. Just a partially ajar gate, wind, and dust. 

"Well, this looks right inviting."  

Keystone slid from his horse and turned to his pack, still affixed to his mount's tack. He retrieved Glith's sword, still wrapped in cloth, and looked to Saran. "You see anything I can't? Otherwise I say we step inside and see what's waiting."

With a grip on the reins and a wary eye, Keystone approached the gates of Two Stars.