The voice belonged to an older man, his face wrinkled by years of work in the open sun. The window creaked open and Keystone could see the man handing him a can of milk and half a loaf of bread.
"Which one of your friends do you mean, Keystone? I know you've been brawling with most folk around here, and none come close to you with ill intent. Hell, you've saved me from being beaten up a few more times than I dare to admit," the man pondered, "never seen you use anything but fists, so I wouldn't know where you would hide those." He took a sip from a similar can, filled with a mixture of ale and strong cider that Keystone came to know as "Mugger's Extract" during his time in Two Stars. 

"Two Stars is the same old town we know, never changed much. Well, aside from that terrifying hunk of metal. Came in here, slaughtered the whole militia, some mage, a dragonborn and a greenskin, herded everyone inside their houses under penalty o' death and sat next to you for all of two days, mumbling something with no end to it. Then, all of a sudden, stands up, I hear a few loud bangs and the thing reels back like a blacksmith hit it with a hammer. Left a few dents, too! You came to your senses, and here we are!" the man ended on an almost cheerful note. "Don't know how you did it, but I gander we owe ye some gratitude for getting rid of it afore it killed more." The man reached down to clink his can with Keystone's.

The armoured undead seemed to vanish as soon as it went out of sight. One by one, the doors on the street opened and terrified, but curious townsfolk poured out to attempt and continue their day. A few brave souls explored the way Glith left and came back a short while later with good news. Keystone noticed the many curious but scared glances his way and nobody but the man, still in his window, approached him.

A short while later Two Stars was as back to normal as a town with a pile of bodies could be. Keystone saw a few horse messengers gallop by in the direction of Telflamm.