Keystone nodded to Avar as he wordlessly snagged breakfast and walked out to work, then gave Tim a light smile. He refilled the youth's cup before getting something to eat for himself, cramming a couple of fruit-filled pastries back and sipping a cup of strong, freshly-brewed goodness for himself. When his mouth was clear enough to facilitate speech, he turned his attention to Saran.

"I'd ordinarily tell you all I need's rest and time. Seeing as my work's not done and I've a little pocket-money, yeah. Healer's a good idea."

He took a moment to mentally review the "pocket-money" at his disposal. It was a lot. Keystone had to work and fight for a long time, sacrificing everything but the most basic of comforts to buy the house he was raised in, and bring it up to full repair. The money he had to his name now far overshadowed any amount he had been near in his life. This was more than enough to fund the start of a mundane enterprise and hire an administrator to run it in his absence. Regardless, before this chapter in his life was done, he had the feeling he would need the cushion of fluid currency. 

Still, it felt good to be able to spend real money on little luxuries, for himself and his new friends. Also a new sensation: He had plans concerning financial stability for himself and those few close to him. 

Keystone took a moment to change into his wool coat and native clothing, outfitting himself for a morning in town. Unsure as to local prices, he kept his gold coins on his person, and shoved 50 platinum wrapped in cloth deep into a pocket and buttoned it closed for good measure. It was much more than he was accustomed to carrying with him, but it was always better to be prepared. 

"Tyr's people, or is there a better place in town for a patch job?" Keystone asked Saran, pausing in thought briefly before continuing, "When I'm better patched up, Miss Saran, would you be as kind as to see me through the market? I've got a number of things I'm keen on picking up today, and could use local eyes on it. Really give a broad range of my native cuisine, or something close to it." 

He stopped on his way out, noting the old Dwarf's morning labors. "I'm right excited to see what bit of forge art you're going to craft for me, Master Rocksteady. I'll be seeing to my injury, sir. Need anything while I'm out?"