"Used to be more people here..." began Keystone, sarcasm in mind. Unfortunately, the sudden flash of pain hit before his gravelly attempt at humor really took hold. He found that he could tolerate the persistent headache, hangover quality as it was. If there was pain with which he was familiar, it would be the self-induced next day variety. He could function still. 

The sudden jolt, however, closed his eyes and sent him groaning quietly. Keystone looked to Saran, "It's gettin' worse. I'm seeing things now, too. Our buddy Glith this time. He ain't happy, looks like. And I'm not hearing Kaylee since Telflamm, least not in voice."

The pain receded, prompting Keystone to get straight to business. "Right, I want to be in and out well before night comes, even if that means coming back tomorrow. First thing, let's check out places that'd have people an' business. Inns, shops, such; on the main road. If no one's about, look for supplies, maybe a wagon or carriage we can tack to the horses."

"After, find Reverin's tower and Erepar's chapel, peep it from a distance. See what's what from there."

Keystone looked to Saran, making sure to lock eyes. "This is more than a li'l unnatural. What I need from you is to make sure I'm not stumbling ill-informed into something nasty and magical I can't see. We get a bad vibe we're not expectin', we walk away. I've always got Plan B."