Practicing the movemens taught to him by the grandmaster, Keystone felt the improvements immediately. His muscles tensed slightly quicker the more he practiced, his reaction times shortened and his punches, while hitting nothing but air, had a lot more strength to them.

The Thay Enclave was somehow emptier than it had been the day before, but Meriv was there as usual, busy scribbling something on a piece of parchment. The moment Keystone set foot inside the room, Meriv's eyes darted up to regard the monk with utmost suspicion, quickly replaced by that same beaming smile he wore the day before.
"You've come to reconsider not selling the scroll, yes? As you have undoubtedly seen by your own experience, nobody in Telflamm gives better prices than we do! Especially now, with all this tumult around the city," he chortled. The shopkeeper briefly bent down to finish what he was writing, rolled up the parchment and walked over to Keystone, no, to someone behind Keystone, the monk realized. Behind him were two men, dressed in night-blue battle-gear, but wearing no weapons. One of them, a large, well built man, took the parchment, bowed to Meriv, then Keystone, and both left the premises without a sound, vanishing into thin air the moment they stepped out of the door.

"Aer, get me some potatoes, we're to make baked potatoes for half the garrison today!" yelled a portly woman, stirring a kettle with enough force to twist metal. The boy ran over to the closet, trying unsuccessfully to tug the heavy wooden door open. "Ma, the door won-"the boy managed to yell when the door suddenly gave way, sending him flying across the room. Grunting and with a sore back, he crawled back to his knees and froze in shock. For there was a skull - an empty skull!- staring at him, encased in a great metal helmet with horns that nearly scraped the ceiling, while the armoured skull was bending forward! The boy's shock only increased when he saw mummies, -shambling mummies!-  behind the large suit of armour.

The animated skill lifted an armoured glove to where its mouth was supposed to be, putting one metal finger in front of its teeth. The boy nodded, shaking with fear, as the undead took a heavy step into the room. The procession of mummies followed the armoured skull, and the boy heard a stifled yelp as they went into the kitchen.
Several terrifying minutes later, the last of the mummies shambled past the scared boy, and he dared crawl into the kitchen, his legs too shaky to stand. The boy's eyes went wide when he looked at the pot, with the heavy wooden ladle still inside it...

"Alarm! Intrusion in the city!" yelled an unlucky guard, right before his cries turned into gurgles, neck crushed by a metal glove. Glith dropped the poor sod on the ground and gazed at the unremarkable looking structure with two large, open doors, and two men walking out of them. Shrugging off the many mental and magical attacks cast by the weaker wizards, the knight took several heavy steps towards the Enclave and stopped. No matter what he did, he could not take another step. Glith gave a low grunt and began casting, bidding his zombies to cause chaos around him, which they did with uncanny effectiveness. The inscription on the sword glowed bright, making the weapon light, almost weightless.

In the Enclave, Keystone felt a sudden burst of fear as Kaylee's presence grew weaker. A faint recollection of the wall she had shown him earlier blinked in and out of the monk's mind before the spirit's presence vanished, leaving the monk with a noticeable empty spot where she had been.