In truth, Keystone had already made up his mind about selling to the thin mage. At least, as far as he was willing to go on this day. Today was more about feeling out a situation, less about jumping on an opportunity. Still, he was in need of finances to get his own undertakings begun in earnest. That, and he needed to clear his head, get his bearings. It had been a rough few days. 

Seemingly ages ago, he had found himself in the town of Two Stars. Having blown all of his money received on poor wagers, booze, and pursuing sins of the flesh, he needed a job. Now he found himself being pursued by some manner of undying warlord and his army of shambling, rotting footsoldiers, partially comprised of people to whom he had given his money days ago. Perhaps if the Knight was dealt with, the only thing standing between Keystone and getting back his previous wages was a good, rage inspired fistfight with a number of walking corpses. Ah, if only. But for now...

"You have convinced me, Meriv, at least in part. I would be pleased to part with the Fireball scroll for the price discussed earlier. I have my own appointments and expenses to see to, but I should like to give you the chance to convince me further. A man in your position can be trusted with discretion, until we speak again?"

After exchanging goods for coin, he extended his hand; a common man's expression of trust and respect. True, this Meriv seemed about as trustworthy as a grease fire, but it was the first conversation he'd had in a long time that wasn't life-or-death. It almost made him feel bad about imagining the fellow roasted alive by means of ass-plosion. He chuckled a bit, despite his situation. 

"Concerning the nature of the information I seek: Famous Undead Knights. How much, do you figure, to speak with someone on that subject?"