As you follow Pylia and listen closely, the whispers become a bit clearer; it’s humming. From Pylia. She seemed to be humming some tune as she stops by a few grave stones. She mostly just wipes away dirt or moss, or uses her magic to mend cracks in the stones or plaques. Once more it seems like she wasn’t really doing anything and just wandering around. However in the middle of her walk a red mist began to form near her. Pylia stopped and glared. She did not have her weapons and armor, though she still kept her holy symbol on hand. From this red smoke came a floating blacken skeleton.

However it doesn’t seem like Pylia was particularly bothered or threaten. The creature spoke to her in the strange divine language Pylia uses when she casts her spells, like they’re having a conversation. Pylia remains stone faced as she seems to be giving short and curt responses. Soon she touches her holy symbol, which makes the black skeleton retreat back into the red smoke before it vanishes. Sighing, Pyli heads in your direction, her eyes looking downwards as if in deep thought.