Telflamm woke up earlier than most cities Keystone had seen, as the market square was reasonably busy at this early time. A watery sun crested the city walls, bathing the houses in a bleak brown-yellowish hue. Guard patrols were still omnipresent following recent events, but none seemed to pay Keystone any heed and a few even respectfully went out of his way.

A few processions of priests and monks passed him on the streets, praying a long and foreign prayer for the dead, as far as Keystone could tell.

An hour after Keystone returned, he noticed Avar pacing into the hovel with a pack on his back. The dwarf dropped the sack on the floor with a thud loud enough to suggest it weighed about as much as Keystone, and smelled the air. The dwarf's nose soon led him to the various baked goods laid out on the table. He looked around, like a thief about to steal a precious jewel, and half a loaf of bread was gone. Snickering to himself, Avar poured himself a mug of ale from his favourite cask and disappeared in the smithy, dragging the sack of what appeared to be metal in one hand, drinking with the other. Loud clanging soon filled the hovel.

A very sleepy Tim wandered into the dining room and sat down to eat, munching away with all the appreciation a young man presented with a king's feast could muster. He nodded appreciatively at the offer of tea, unable to speak with a full mouth. The fear that was so prominently stamped on his face yesterday was nowhere to be found, replaced by gratefulness and slight unease.

Saran glided into the room without a sound, greeting Tim and Keystone and giving a look of appreciation to the latter as she took part in breakfast. As she was eating, the markings of a spell danced on her fingers. A slightly surprised 'GAH' later, the dwarven hammering outside intensified as if a giant was hammering metal, and then faded to nothingness. Saran smiled and continued with breakfast, giving Tim instructions for supplies he'd have to pick up later.

Finally, she turned to Keystone, eyeing him with the same warm smile he had come to often see.
"I trust you had a good rest, Keystone? Not too tired to teach a curious woman a few recipes from your homeland? You've tasted of our foods, and I would appreciate if I could taste some of yours. Avar will be busy for the day, as will Tim here, so we'll have the kitchen to ourselves." She looked him over, winced and added,"perhaps we should start after you visit a temple. Last night has not been kind to your wounds."