The undead let out a wheeze that would have been a laugh in any other situation, rising to full height and casually lifting and swinging the blade in his right hand.
"Did you really think I was tired, Keystone? I have nothing that gets tired!" the knight laughed, his weariness gone as quickly as it came. "Humans are so easily fooled by theatrics. Gnomes, on the other hand, are much harder to trick, the suspicious creatures." The knight glanced to his sides and returned his gaze to Keystone, effortlessly sliding the greatsword into its scabbard and crouching a few feet away from Keystone:
"You should listen to your elders. You're a victim here, affected by dark magic until I freed you. Don't make an enemy when you could walk away with your life. I don't know what she has shown or convinced you of; it's all a lie. Leave while you still can, Keystone." the knight's voice lowered to a low grumble and conveyed an obvious threat, mixed with another emotion Keystone couldn't place.
"I will answer three questions you have and no more. Then you and I go our ways and never meet one another again." The monk's senses told him that the relaxed attitude the knight was portraying was merely an act, much like thieves and fighters could fake being drunk and spring on someone a moment later.

Keystone felt the surge or energy in his body as his mind called upon the forces of the earth. The small indentation he had intended to cause turned into a shallow, but wide dent in the stone wall, about two fingers wide. The monk felt like he could move the entire building if he wished so.

The streets of Two Stars weren't as empty as they first appeared: in the corner of his eye, the monk spotted a face in a nearby window, watching the pair with undiluted fear and excitement. Several quiet shuffles alerted the monk that the building he was leaning against was occupied.