"Absolutely, Mr. Meriv, sir." initiated Keystone, trying his best to match the faux bubbly personality presented to him. "I appreciate you having us in this late in the evening, of course, and I trust that our old business is done?" 

He paused for a second as Meriv counted out the platinum coins, "[i]All[/i] of our old business? I'm beginning to like this city. We need to have a solid working relationship if'n I hang out a shingle here, y'understand." 

***

"Quite correct, Saran. Where I'm from, a night's walk can get you killed. Telflamm doesn't seem all that different. But you do dance pretty. Perhaps one day I'll take it up."

Keystone played the role of dutiful houseguest, moving as quietly as possible for those sleeping and acquiescing to his hostess's indications concerning laundry. Gods knew he had a bit of personal upkeep concerning his clothing that needed attention recently. Keystone also took the time to wrap a third of his newly-gotten coinage in an unattended sock and push it far down into his pack before returning his attention to his hostess. Upon viewing his sleeping accommodations, he chuckled a bit. 

"I'd be just as grateful and comfy in a dry, quiet corner, ma'am. And I've many a question as to the wisdom of such arrangement. I don't know your relation to Avar, firstly. Likewise don't know if this pushes the boundary of custom in the area, sure as hell does back home (openly, anyhow). Thirdly, 'less you've forgotten my story, the Inn-That-Is-My-Brainpot is booked on a double occupancy."

He took in a breath and exhaled slowly, a look of regret beginning to form across his features. "Lastly, you make me a touch twitchy. You're a shape-changer, obviously. I'm guessing your actual form is very tall, looking at the furnishing. A lady's got to sleep comfortable. You're powerful and feared by people that's powerful and feared. Now, I appreciate everything that you've done - everything that you and yours are [i]doing[/i] for me, but before I can comfortably share a bunk, I need to know who I'm going to be waking with." 

"Gods forbid I should know which side of the spoon I'm going to be on, m'lady."