Pylia cracked a small smile. “Family huh. I’ve... I wouldn’t really know about that I guess. My father died before I was born. My mother died shortly after I was born. I was raised by nuns in a temple of the Maker, not this one, but... I learned quickly that the world asks for much and gives very little in return. Haven’t you noticed? As soon as you arrived to Cassari, I bet Ricks gave you work to do before you could even take a seat. Always asking, always taking. Sure, they’ll pay you, maybe, but even so they’d be taking advantage of your kindness first. Seeing how much they can squeeze from you.”

She hugged her legs close to her chest. “I hated that. I wanted to change it. When I lived here I almost did. Then... Then those Maker fool’s came back, and undid everything. Started preaching that cal about charity and good works for the community. Honied words to just make the dumb and foolish break their backs and dirty their hands on their behalf.” Curling her toes in the sand Pylia looked back into the skies with a forlorn look.

“And just like that the town was against me. Sure I had a few friends, but they were outnumbered by those who were against me. I knew if I stayed in town people would get hurt. I didn’t want that... So I left. Thought and schemed about how I would get revenge. Get rid of the church, the duke, all those lazy and corrupt rich folk. But I...” Pylia sighed heavily as she slumped against your shoulder.

“I’ve spent so long stewing in my own madness, I don’t even know what I want anymore. I think... I just wanted company the most. And I did anything to justify having it.”