“Alright. It’s getting late, you should head to bed.” Pylia says as she walks over. “I’ll try to be quiet, though frankly a lot of our things need a thorough washing... Ah, if it wasn’t this late Is hire someone to launder everything... Alas. Anyways goodnight, if you go to keep before I do.” Pylia heads inside of the water closet, closing the door behind her as she washes up and cleans the filth out of the clothes. Shortfang had taken the dishes outside of the room, leaving you alone with Buddy who was standing by the door as he often does. He seemed to be doing maintenance on his axe, cleaning, piling, and sharpening it.