Meriv's eyes briefly widened to the size of teacups when he saw the timestop scroll, but he quickly resumed his normal, if even more excited, posture. He examined the scrolls with trembling hands, carefully laying the out for inspection. With a large magnifying glass, the man studied each and every fold on the parchments, grunting here and there.

"Yes yes, the scrolls are worth a fair sum of gold, to be sure. For the Fireball scroll we would be more than willing to offer you 90 gold pieces, and as for this magnificent piece of work, Time Stop, I am sure I can make you happy with 1500 gold pieces! Good price, yes? Of course it is!" he mused as he unsheathed the dagger and inspected it. Meriv kept looking at Keystone, and the dagger, Keystone, dagger. Finally, he put the dagger down and gave the monk his friendliest smile:
"I sense some tension in you, good sir. Relax, we are all friends here. You shall do no harm to us, and we shall do no harm to you! It would be terrible business to make our clients feel uncomfortable." He looked back at the dagger, as if slightly disappointed:
"This weapon is of a fine craft, but nothing I feel comfortable asking more than a hundred gold pieces to identify. By all appearanaces it is a simple echantment. I can assure you the price is a bargain, and remember, if you sell it to us, the identification and appraisal are free!" he mused.

In Keystone's mind, he felt sheer horror from the now so tiny spirit, trying to hide away in her imaginary cage as best she could. Kaylee was afraid of him, possibly moreso than she feared her previous residence. The presence quickly faded away, becoming almost imperceptible to the mind.