Pylia looked back at the warriors leaving the camp, her arms crossed. “He seems nice but... I don’t know, something feels off about him. If he k we do much why didn’t he just do it himself? Surely if he wanted the money, he could have spoken to that noble and hunt down that thief himself. He certainly looks capable enough...” But before she could really ask you more about it, a familiar short statue runs up to you, dancing happily around you much to Pylia’s surprise.

“Ha ha! Shortfang free! Thank you thank you! Humies open cage and give back Shortfang stuff, now Shortfang free and can fight with you!” Pylia looked between you and the kobold, sighing and putting her face into her hands. “Oh my gods Sylvia. I [i]cannot[/i] Leave you alone can I?” She just chuckled as she looked down at the kobold.

{Hello, my name is Pylia. You do speak the dragon tongue yes?}

Shortfang seemed surprised to hear his native tongue, which for Sylvia just sounded like some cross between Latin and German. {Indeed I do. How wonderful! Truly you and Sylvia are amazing people to not only save me but also know the dragon language. Well done indeed.}

Pylia nods and looks back to you. “Well, he seems nice enough. Let’s head back to our tent, I need to treat your wounds and mend your clothes. They’re caked with blood.”