Pylia wasn’t too far, literally just standing next to the entrance after you left the building. It was quieter outside than in the Silver Stag itself, with only the sounds of the distant market place causing any notable ruckus. Now away from the group Pylia spoke up. “I felt the need to bring you out here to speak privately because I just wanted to remind you, this whole business with the dragon, Elysium, and all those things may not have anything to do with why you’re here or how to get you back home. It was something I thought about after we left the Sewers, after we had helped Shortfang’s tribe. I know you’re a good person, Sylvia. Far too good for a place like Gransys. I just wanted to remind you that... That you shouldn’t push yourself to try and fight everyone’s battles.”

Clasping her holy symbol Pylia seemed solemn. “Listening to Shortfang’s stories about Pun-Pun, I’ll admit I doubt they’re true. Likely just some folktale told by the kobolds to explain what they think their history is. I know every bit of information will help, but I’m worried that you might get attached to one lead that will just be a dead end. We haven’t even visited the temples here yet to see if they have any information about the dragon or how it might have something to do with you. And what we’re doing for Ferric right now... I’m not against it, but again I just want to remind you that I want to help you find a way home as quickly as possible. I’d hate for something to happen to you because you’re too kind for others.”