Keystone was done. He'd had just about enough dealings with an immortal and possibly unkillable enemy, an enigmatic spiritual force that might or might not be a prime source of Evil and/or a former farm maiden, and bouts of shifting reality. It was a good time to find Saran and their equipment, then finish what he came back to Two Stars to accomplish. Glith be damned, Kaylee be damned. If he and Sir Rottingarse had an accord, however shaky, he was willing to go along with it. 

After he got back to Telflamm, he would be certain to turn over any information about the situation he had gleaned over the past couple of weeks to Tyr's people. They absolutely [i]lived[/i] for epic quests to destroy ancient undead abominations. 

Glith continued to exit scene, Keystone continued to watch him, thoughts of disinterest and distance playing heavily in his mind. At this time, the tiny creak of a window shutter drew his attention above, bringing with it the question of the hour: "Are you alright? We weren't sure ye'd live when it was done with ye!"

"Yeah, I'm just tops." breathed Keystone. It wasn't quite a whisper, as he wasn't trying to quiet himself; more of a barely audible vocalization of an internal monologue. He craned his neck up to see with whom he was speaking, and continued his thought with greater volume, "I'm missing some lot of things, including my friend and my weapons. And this place used to look a lot different. What exactly in sodding 'ell is goin' on here?"