It was still rather loud and rowdy outside, and frankly now that Pylia remembered it she groaned. "Doubtful. Seems like they've got their own noise to make." She just sighed as she laid out the bedroll next to your bed. "Ugh... This is why I don't like sleeping at inns. Too loud..." As she laid down Pylia covered herself with the furs and curled up, as if trying to block out the noise. "Frankly, those people likely wouldn't have never bothered to come up if things were looking really bad. They've got their own world to deal with, completely separate from ours." Her voice started to sound drowsy. For someone who seemed annoyed at the noise, she was quickly falling asleep. "Could throw a whole hive of wasp at them... Wouldn't even bother to clear out until someone's red in the face... Pus bleeding, drunken reprobates... Zzzz...."