Pylia would break out her healing kit, applying the stingy bitter smelling medicine to your cuts and wounds. “Well... You already know how I feel about the Duke. Personally, I don’t think he’s being manipulated by others like Aisha says. I think he knows very well that others are trying to control him, and he uses that to his advantage so if anything goes wrong, it’ll be someone else’s problem.” Pylia says with a flat tone as she begsun to bandage you up. 

“I’ve... Heard about how he does it. Put the clues together. He’s the type of leader who would claim his followers accomplishments but throw them aside when they fail. Honestly I don’t even think he truly skew the Black Dragon. At best he helped slay the dragon. But I think he is stealing the credit from the true hero, one who might’ve died defeating the dragon, so the duke took credit for it.” Pylia seemed to say these things as if she was reporting factual information, even though she doesn’t actually have proof. “Not to mention some of his other policies he’s passed that benefits no one but himself and his interests. Disbanding the navy in order to centralize trade in his city instead of other coastal towns like Cassari for example.”

After finally finishing with your injuries Pylia began to mend your clothes. “But that’s just politics. No need to concern yourself with that, unless you intend to speak as some sort of civil leader! Which... You might. You are here to represent Cassari after all, not to mention your promise with the kobolds. You’ve taken quite a bit of responsibility for a newcomer and stranger to these lands.”