Sylvia nodded to Pylia after she asked for a moment. In the meantime, she watched Shortfang as he climbed onto Buddy and talked about riding him and shooting at enemies during battle. It made Sylvia chuckle a bit at the thought. Then Pylia splashed something in his face, before giving him a murky, yellow drink. She watched Shortfang in concern as he ran to the water closet and proceeded to throw up. Before she could ask, Pylia answered for her. At her warning, Sylvia’s eye widened at the thought of having to drink that if she got drunk. She answered Pylia, “Sounds great to me!”

After Shortfang became lucid, she answered him, “You had too much of the dizzy drink, Shortfang. A little is fine, but too much isn’t good for anyone. From what I saw, you were telling the other inn patrons about our fights this morning,” 

She then added, addressing everyone in the group, “I don’t mind if you guys want to talk about the events from this morning with everyone at the party tonight, but I think we should be a little more discreet with everyone else for now, considering the cultists are still out there,”