As the scene in Telflamm began to calm, Keystone decided that continuing to run would make him appear more conspicuous rather than less. He slowed to a determined walk and kept his senses alert for detail of pursuit or surveillance. As he made his way generally back to where he began, Keystone caught view of Raa Tel'Nimras, Paladin of Mielikki, Lion of the Whitehorn, carried away from battle as one of the honored fallen. 

"A Knight has died, and I lived." he mumbled to no one in particular. "A righteous man that at least one god smiled on is dead, and a low-born brawler, sack of meat and skin like me survived." he wished he could have been with him. Maybe he would have been the one to keep that last strike from taking him down. Guilt hit him, and hard. Raa was the closest thing to a friend he had for a long while. He and several others had died for Keystone, and the prize he carried in his head. It was a new feeling, whatever is was. Uncomfortable. As if he were now obliged to something greater than himself. This was not how it was supposed to happen. Heroes like Raa fought the good fight. Pugilists like Keystone fought and died for money. 

He approached the detail of stalwart guards, keeping pace with their march at respectful distance, and opened with short, direct inquiry: "Raa was a friend, sirs. What's to be done with him?" 

...

Some time later, Keystone found himself back at the Xiang Temple. This [i]entire[/i] situation had gotten turned around; sailing without map or compass. He felt the overwhelming need to reequip himself, get his bearings, and get back on the path. Especially after seeing Raa. He owed it to everyone who died to finish this, whatever [i]this[/i] was now. Time again to seek answers.