Though it wasn't very loud, it seemed that people were mostly focusing on their own conversation. Even the big guy was talking to a green-haired woman about something in a strange foreign language. Pylia slowly ate her meal, as the soup was too hot for her to just scarf down. "Sure, of course. I can handle the potions and repairing the equipment back at your room, we can talk in private there too if you want. I don't think anything I'll be doing should take more than say... Two hours or so. We should be able to leave before noon."