Keystone's response demonstrated irritation, brought about by what he hoped was misunderstanding and not deliberate trickery on the part of the undead knight in front of him. 

"Nah, I ain't on about that friend. I know full well what happened with Raa. Saw his resting spot, took a bag of his graveyard dirt and all. He went out swinging 'gainst an undead enemy (that'd be you), and died clean. More or less, anyways. Dunno what his Code O' Honor says on it, but when you went down before, that slight was answered. Pity you got back up, but again, I dunno what the Knightly rules are on that. [i]That[/i] wasn't my question. I'll try and be a bit more plain as to what I'm meanin' with my first question, owin' as we likely got us a language barrier. Don't worry, I got no mind on sticking about any more'n I have to." 

"When my knuckles made connection with your blood seal, last time, just earlier," continued Keystone, speaking as plainly as possible with enunciation far clearer than his usual underclass banter, "Something happened. I came in here with a lady, whom I'm interested in keeping sound. I had a shiny new coat, and unshiny black knuckle dusters. We had horses. We had provisions. My question, plainly, is how I may re-acquire that woman and our things? Including the items I had on my bloody person, something you'd be witness to. THAT is my question. The rest was civil conversing. Further, when we came into this town, today, we did so intending to see to business that would have been half done by now, except that this scuffle happened. You have delayed our [i]leaving[/i]."

Looking at the situation objectively, this could quite possibly have been Keystone's longest conversation with a corporeal dead person. At least, one with the capacity to answer back. It had been a very strange few weeks, that was for certain. Yet somehow, it always came back to The Dead, Un or otherwise. But usually Un. Odd life fate had picked out for him.