Pylia didn’t say much at first, just walking and chopping through the brush, but the more she listened soon she just laughed. “Ha ha ha, what?! A democratic system organized into three separate branches of power? Surely you must have come from a fantasy world where authority isn’t consolidated under a single power!” Soon they stopped by a river, where Pylia splashed some water to clean her feet and other parts still dirty from soot. She also grabbed a few bits of algae and other small plants on the riverbed.

“In any case, that doesn’t sound familiar to me at all. Closest place I can think that matches that description is the Republic of Doris, and that’s on the other side of the world. And something tells me you’re not even...” She seemed hesitant to speak before she took out her blade and cleaned it in the river. She looked into its reflection with a moment of contemplation. “Not from my world. But... Anyways, let’s continue on. Night has fallen and evil will be out. I hope you know how to fight.”