Pylia wrung the wetness out of her clothes as she smirked at you. “From that look on your face I’m guessing that’s the first time you’ve seen magic. Hope you’re not the type who start throwing around mean words like ‘witchcraft’ and ‘heathen’ around, or else we’re going to have some problems.” Sighing Pylia picked up her axe and carefully walked towards the charred remains of her home. “Though from the sounds of it you have your fair share of problems already. Where did you come from stranger? Only village nearby is Cassari and you don’t look native. Far from it.”