"I should be fine. I'm not much of a fan of the city, so I'll be quick." Hearing these words, you get the feeling that something isn't adding up. Firstly, you remember quite clearly that Pylia wanted to wash up. Why would she mention wanting to do that, and yet maintain being rather filthy and smelly? Not to mention if she wanted to buy medical supplies, she should've done so while they were at the kobold's market. While it wasn't something you were paying much mind to, you do remember that among the food vendors, there were a few selling herbs and healing equipment, things that Pylia herself did look over. Surely someone as cautious as her wouldn't be so careless as to let her supply run low. And of course, there was still the matter of the conversation you said you wanted to have with her. Now would've been a good time to speak since Shortfang was in the water closet and Buddy doesn't seem to be listening (granted he doesn't seem to be doing anything).

She didn't even bother tending to your tattered outfit, which still laid in shambles on the bed. Sure, it might've not been the fancy dress you got from Cassari, but surely she would've tried to mend it. She could easily do so quickly thanks to her magic. As Pylia went to open the door you knew that she was just stalling for time, trying to avoid you. Avoid your conversation. Ever since you spoke to her in the wagon about that night she's been rather distant from you. There's a knock at the door just as she opened it and it was one of the tavern maids with the basin. "Oh, thank you. You could just leave that inside, we'll get to it soon." Pylia says quickly as she slips pass the maid, not even waiting a moment to step aside and let the lady in. Pylia was in a hurry.