Pylia was just about to head over to the water closet to wash when you wanted to speak to her. So she sat back down and listened, but it wasn’t long before her face turned Stoney and solemn. After a while her eyes drifted away from you and turned to look at the fire place, as if she could y look you directly in the eyes. She sat in silence, unmoving like a statue, as you told her the things you’ve seen, your thoughts, and your questions. After you finished talking Pylia was utterly quiet for about five minutes. The only thing that broke the silence was Shortfang leaving the water closest, blissfully unaware of this discussion as he mentioned going to get something to eat.

“I... Um... I... I need something right quick.” Pylia sputtered out as she head towards door as Shortfang was leaving. But sure enough her path was blocked as Buddy closed the door behind Shortfang and stood in front of Pylia, his arms crossed. Despite lacking emotive eyes it a face, Buddy seemed to look at Pylia with disappointment that she was trying to runaway. So she sighed, going into the closet to get her pipe and herbs to smoke in the room and calm her nerves.

A few more minutes of silence and smoking and eventually Pylia was able to form a sentence for you. “First.., I want to say sorry. But there are things in this world that... That you don’t need to know. Things that you have no reason to know, which has nothing to do with why we’re here. That’s what I was thinking when... When all of this was happening. I figured... Sooner or later, you and I will go out separate ways. Last thing I need to do is make you deal with my problems which I didn’t even know was going to be a problem until recently so...” 

Shaking her head at these rambling thoughts Pylia had more to say. “And second I want to tell you I’m offended that you’d spy on me like this. I just needed time to be alone and you... You invade my privacy so...” Closing her eyes Pylia buried her face into the palm of her hands. “No. That’s wrong for me to say and I know it. You’re only caring for me which is why you looked into it. And I... I want to be angry, because no one has ever done something like that for me before. Sorry. I’m still angry but I understand why you did it.”

Pylia was quiet for a while long until she ran out of herbs in her pipe to smoke, so she added some more, lit it on fire, took a few puffs, and then handed it off to you as an offering. “Alright. I’ll... Ill keep this as short as I can. Basically... A long time ago, as a child, a friend and I... Studied Necromancy together. We were both stupid and naive. I was still a dumb girl who just wanted to help heal people, even bring them back to life. I learned that Necromancy was the only way to do that so I studied it but... It wasn’t long before we ended up making some very serious mistakes. Made friends with really bad people. My friend died because we were young and dumb. So... I ran. Ran away to Cassari. Tried my thing there and well... You know how that turned out.”

Clutching her hands together Pylia noticed tears starting to form on her face. She tried to hide them from you and wiped them away but that just made sure they’d start falling, so Pylia chose to stand near the fire place so you couldn’t see her face. “Ever since we got to Gransys they found me. When I ran from the camp, when you tried to message me in your ghost form. I thought they found me and I wanted to make sure they wouldn’t hurt you guys in your sleep, so I ran to fight them. Then... Then they found me for real. But they said they forgive me. That they understand my fear and hesitation back then and that they’ll gladly take me back. But I know I can’t trust them. The things they did Sylvia... I wanted to believe there are good necromancers in this world. But I didn’t find them that day. Those people, those monsters, they...”

You could hear the fear and sadness in Pylia’s voice as she tried to compose herself. But she failed and started crying. She tried to stop but all of her feelings were coming out too strong for her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I... Hust give me a moment please I’ll stop soon.” She said between sobs. She blew into her sleeve, tried to wipe her face clean, but still she was feeling the burden of her past squeeze every emotion out of her all at once. Fear. Regret. Spite. A lot of negative energy.