Meriv glanced up at Saran, lowered his gaze to Keystone, and went back to Saran before forcing whatever was left of his bubbly personality to surface:
"I believe our negotiations last time didn't quite settle on a price, Master Keystone. If you hand me the scroll in question, I can finish examining it and give you the final price for it!" he said. When the scroll was in his hands, Meriv inspected it with all seriousness and declared in a grand voice:
"Tis a most pristine example of a scroll such as this! I can definitely say that this particular sample of magic is worth 3,000 gold pieces for one with such esteemed..company." he glanced at Saran again, though what he saw there Keystone couldn't see: she still wore that pristine warm smile and looked at Meriv with the same pupilless eyes Keystone saw. Meriv carefully packaged the scroll and counted off a fair number of platinum pieces, handing Keystone a heavy purse bulging with coins. "300 platinum it is, Master Keystone. Thank you for your business." He purred as he escorted the pair back to the door. "I must ask you to depart now, as we have some immediate business to attend to. I hope you will understand."

The heavy door banged to a close behind them, leaving Keystone and Saran alone with crickets and a full moon. In the short amount of time that they had been inside the Red Wizard Enclave, time outside of it seemed to have passed much faster. The streets were completely empty, as even the patrols diminished to a few men every hour.
Saran, grabbed Keystone by the arm and pulled him back into the street.
"The night is still young, Keystone. Who knows what may yet happen," she chuckled, and for a split second, he could see what appeared to be wolf hair on her head. She let go of the monk in the middle of the street and twirled around in the empty street, dancing a dance that Keystone had never seen before.

Saran stopped in mid-twirl and looked at him. "Well, simple monk, do you have anything to show or am I correctly estimating you as one who has never enjoyed a good night's walk?" She laughed and continued dancing, moving away from Keystone towards the market square, her laughter echoing in the empty street.

The Rocksteady residence was quiet, interrupted only by the loud snoring of a dwarf and the much higher pitch of a boy. The light in the dining room seemed to have gone the moment Saran was, and reappeared as she entered again, shrinking to an appropriate size. She showed Keystone the improvised bathroom(the last room in the hovel, next to the dining room, kitchen, the room Avar and Tim were sleeping in, and what seemed to be an extra room) and and explained where to put his clothing in need of washing, and finally showed him his sleeping place for the night. By the sheer size of it, the monk guessed the bed was originally made for someone much taller and larger than him, as one could probably fit an ogre on it. A snap of Saran's fingers transformed her red robes into a slightly translucent nightrobe, and she laid down on one side of the bed, growing slightly to match the length of the bed.
"We don't have that much space in here, as you can see, so I hope you don't mind sharing a bed with a slightly frisky woman," Saran snickered, watching the monk undress. He noticed that the room got much warmed compared to when they first entered, but that no fire was burning anywhere in the house.