Pylia nods as she leaves the room so you can change. The old clothes were just that; old. Even after getting cleaned by the seamstresses in Cassari, they still had an uncomfortable feeling of belonging to someone else. Not to mention you pulled these off a corpse. As you finished up and asked your question to the oracle it would glow once more and awnser your question.

[b][i]”An old friend. A new enemy.”[/i][/b]

The oracle didn’t elaborate any further as the glow faded and went dormant once more.