Sylvia thought it was a little odd that she would come to a garden, until she realized that the garden was a graveyard. Was she here to mourn someone who passed away? Who was that person? Then she heard a whisper in the air. She didn’t like it. It seemed to give the garden a creepy air. Sylvia mentally prepared herself to cover her ears if the whisper had any magic to it, like the harpy’s song. She kept following Pylia through the graveyard, making sure to keep her distance.