You see Pylia haunches over on a stool, her robe hanging off a hook on the side. In front of her was the wash basin filled with water and soap, dirty from the blood and grime from today’s adventure. You see Pylia grasping what looked like a white pipe in her hands, lighting it with her magic before taking a puff. Smoke soon filled the air but it didn’t vanish; it lingered for a while. Pylia continued to do the laundry as the smoke lingered, but looking closer you could see shapes in the smoke. The details were hard to make out due to the dimlight, but you could see images of Pylia in the smoke, but younger. She seemed happy. You see images of her playing in an open field or around a temple, with other girls her age. They dressed simply, likely a time where Pylia grew up at the temple.

As time would pass the images would change and show the same repeating images, most of them of Pylia’s whimsical childhood. One stood out to you though. Pylia walking through a field, kneeling down, and picking up what looked like a skull. And then another girl around Pylia’s age approaching her from the other side, kneeling down in front of Pylia and holding the skull with her. They smiled, and then the image would fade and repeat.