Pylia didn’t stop by any temples. She seemed to ignore all of them, and headed straight to a graveyard. It was very well kept; you wouldn’t even have realized it was a graveyard until you look at some of the plaques which told of those who died here, their seeds and accomplishments, and when they passed. This place looked more like a garden. Pylia stopped here and seemed to just walk along the graves. There was a slight whisper in the air, or perhaps it was something else?