The Hall of the Avenging Hammer. Now there was a temple name that Keystone could get behind. A bit stuffy in manner for his tastes, however. To his experience thusfar, they were a good, righteous people who were a bit caught up in structure for the sake of structure. While he may never enter these walls as a Brother of Hammering Vengeance (or whatever the militant arm of this group was called), he felt he could trust these people. So far as he trusted anybody, in any case. 

Honesty, in this situation, was best. Maybe withhold some details about Kaylee, but portray her as a victim of this evil Sir Rottingarse, and he her sworn guardian "against undead bastiches what can't take NO for an answer, and well-meaning priests what want her to pass on against her will". He continued as eloquently as his upbringing would allow, given the circumstance: "Here's the thing of it, Mr. Priest, sir - Even if I were able to fight this Glith toe to toe, as it were, my presence, rather [i]her[/i] presence makes him stronger. Lots stronger. Tons. I need to solve her mystery and let her peaceably do what she needs, far away from this monster."

"Ain't the first time someone's rented space in my noggin, neither. This one's a fair sight nicer than the last one, too. Kindly type, y'know? Giggles a lot less when I makes sprinkles." 

He nodded soberly and with a faraway look, making one wonder if this was an attempt at humor or a serious point of consideration. 

He appreciated the referral to the Red Wizards, with some caution. Even in his faraway home, Keystone had heard rumors about these people. While he had misgivings about dealing with any spellthrowers, it seemed that fate kept shoving him back toward them as of late. "I'll be back again tomorrow, in case you have any more questions for me. Thank you for your time on the matter."

The merchants seemed to jump at the scrolls. Well, the big man was glad someone wanted them, and just smart enough to know that if someone jumped with an offer, someone else would negotiate for a better one. Or a slightly more honest one, at least. Again, the Red Wizards came up. Fate pushing him toward reputably evil wizards. Was it worth the extra money? Maybe, maybe not. But as of late he was beginning to listen to the nudges of the universe. Still not sure why.  

They would have to wait for a bit, however. The day was not yet very far along, and he had another place on his list before dealing with wizardly types. The monks of the Xiang Temple seemed polite enough, and particularly willing to be helpful. Keystone accepted the offer to speak to Grandmaster Shein-Fang as graciously as he was able, which pretty much meant repeating the motions of bowing and hand gestures he was shown. His own training didn't have much in the way of formalities or tradition, but upon asking he did note similarities between Stone Fist Way and his own, more Occidental techniques. 

He spent some time in the Xiang Temple before making a mental note to return for training, as long as he was in town they were willing to receive him as a guest. Perhaps he could demonstrate his own Iron Fist technique, if they did not have an equivalent taught on site. 

Prior to leaving, Keystone requested a slip of paper and a bit of soft charcoal. He had a couple of things to prepare before meeting the Red Wizards and "Questing for Dwarf". He thanked the Xiang Monks, trying to bow properly (and doing slightly better than when he walked in) and excused himself for the day. 

He had an Enclave to visit. Very carefully.