Pylia shifted uncomfortably as she finished repairs to the handaxe and moved onto the light hammer. "Well... That was a bit of an exaggeration, but I had a lot of hints. When you started talking about the country you came from, that just sealed the deal." Pylia focused on the hammer but continued to speak. 

"Firstly as you might've remembered I did ask my god to send me a messenger to help me. And for you to suddenly show up as my home was burning down? Literal sign of god. So that tipped me off that you were unusual. Your overall appearance also told me you weren't native to this place." Sylvia might've not noticed it immediately, but many people around Cassari lacked her more unique features. They looked a mix between hispanic and european, making her ethnically an oddity. "You have the look of someone from the Majadan, which is very far from this place. Practically on the other side of the world. So for you to suddenly appear, a foreigner, lost and confused about where you are or how you got here. It wasn't hard for me to figure out."