Pylia bit her lip, uncertain. "I... I don't think they'd disbelieve it. Maybe... It might not matter too much either if they knew about it or not. I mean..." Pylia sighed as she rubbed her temple. "I'll be honest, I'm not sure what to think about it. Before when it was just you and me, it was just... Something you and me needed to be concerned about. I mean..." Pylia glanced at Shortfang who seemed curious about what you and Pylia were whispering about. "What? Shortfang look funny? What you talking about?" The cleric took a step back and just smiled at Shortfang. "Just something I forgot about. For now, let's just focus on getting a room for us. Assuming we just pay for the same room we had last time, I think we can spar at least fifteen gold to rent the group room for a little over two-weeks. That way if we have to return to Gransys after we give the duke our message, we'll still be able to have a place to bed down if we're in town." She looked back to you without dropping her smile, but looked concerned. Wordlessly, she mouthed "We'll talk about it later" towards you as the group would arrive to the Silver Stag.

Busy as always, there was a steady amount of people here eating and keeping the workers and kitchens busy, but still allowed the same wood elf receptionist to stay at her post as she handed a set of keys to a group of adventurers. She spots your group and greets you kindly. "Welcome back. Here for a meal or a room?"