She sighed. “A few personal questions. Things like... If I still cared about what happened, if I wanted to change things. Things like that. It was just trying to prey on my guilt. It offered to take me... Take me to my friend. But she’s dead now. What she became... That isn’t her anymore. I know that better than anyone.” Pylia took a long drag from her pipe, exhaling a cloud of smoke big enough to cover her bed. It was almost like she was a dragon breath smoke. “And that’s what’s going on. And... I’m sorry. You just finished fighting against those monsters in the sewers for Shortfang. I... I didn’t want to make youfight my battles too. You should be able to spend at least one day at peace. But now you know. I... I just hope you don’t... stress yourself out over me.”