Upon exiting the enclave, Keystone gave the note that Meriv handed him a good inspection before tucking it away on his person. Looking around, he took in the sights of Telflamm from an almost nostalgic point of view. It was not unlike his own home, in certain ways. Most large human settlements must be like this.  

Sadly, it might all come crashing down in a storm of rot and death magic. Might as well have a drink, toast the coming apocalypse. 

Securing his valuables to himself in the manner of a man accustomed to dealing with less polite elements of society, he walked the main thoroughfare until he found an alehouse that suited his needs, and decided to spend an hour or two rubbing elbows with the locals. Check the rumormill. Have a pleasant, sit-down meal that demonstrated the local cuisine. Gods forbid, ask around to see if there are any lucrative ventures for a man of his abilities. If they had underground boxing anywhere in Telflamm, all the better. If not, he'd rarely had issue securing temporary muscle work. 

Perhaps he'd sit in the stereotypical dark corner, as adventurers often do upon entering taverns. It seemed cliched, but appealed to a childlike sense of humored importance. He was one of "those guys" now, looming threat of death and eternal servitude trapped in a rotting husk notwithstanding. 

Making certain not to become impaired while taking his break from otherwise pressing matters, he made a mental list on what he wanted to accomplish over the next day and a half. Tonight, he needed to find out what he could and return to the Inn with the other refugees. No doubt the paladin would be doing something selfless for the survivors, it was kind of his thing. He needed to know what Keystone found out this day. 

Tomorrow morning, he rose early and got busy: 

1) Check Meriv's note, see where that takes him. 
2) Return to the Xiang Temple, participate in morning training. Explore the similarities between their unarmed style and his own - maybe there are lessons that could be incorporated into his own repertoire.
3) Make a charcoal rubbing of the inscription on his bracers. Find that Dwarven smith, see if he can make any sense of it. 
4) Find someplace secure to set up residence, if only temporarily. 
5) Purchase supplies. He'd been around refugees and people preparing for battle before, trust becomes rare. If the city came under siege, they needed to be able to hole up with supplies AND have a plan to leave quickly. 
6) Try to think calm and benign thoughts. Kaylee likely needs reassurance that he wasn't a monster. On the other hand, he sometimes needed that reassurance about himself, too.