Buddy nods. [b][i]"Syfr is of fiendish origins. Dinah is celestial. I'm sure you know that typically, fiends ere on the side of malice while celestial on the side of benevolence. However as familiars, their ultimate allegiance is with their masters, not their origins."[/i][/b] Buddy explained. [b][i]"Yes... I remember, vaguely, of my own powers. Though I've been using it, I did not fully understand the magic I wield. I... I am a holy warrior, a Paladin. Strange. But I do not know my oaths. Very strange."[/i][/b] Buddy said with deep contemplation. You could even hear his thoughts even though he wasn't trying to tell you them. [b][i]"A paladin, a religious warrior who has taken up an oath and with it divine magic powers to slay his enemies. But how am I channeling these powers, if I do not know what my oaths are? Do I follow a creed subconsciously? Or perhaps... So long as I am bound to Sylvia, my duties is to simply serve her, regardless of my oaths. But... If that is the case... Without this anchor, would I be compelled to follow these unknown codes?"[/i][/b] Buddy looked down from his book as he contemplated these thoughts, then looked back up to you, not realizing you could hear his thoughts.

[b][i]"Yes. I will follow Pylia and keep her safe. I wonder if she would talk to me if we are alone."[/i][/b] Buddy opens the door and leaves. You could feel yourself getting pulled along if you had stayed behind in the room. He also made sure to lock the door and took a key with him, though with Shortfang and the familiars in the room it should be safe enough. Buddy would catch up to Pylia quickly since she didn't go very far and was rather surprised to see Buddy here. "Buddy? Why are you... Oh, I guess since the others are asleep, you wanted to come shopping with me?" Buddy nods. Pylia smiles and beckons him to follow. "Suit yourself. I was just going to buy a few more alchemy supplies, but it'll be nice to have some company to tag along."

Sure enough one of the first places Pylia goes is a medicine shop. It looked like one of those old asian pharmacies, with very dim lights, various herbs and roots pickled in bottles, and other strange but fairly mundane looking plants and such. An old woman ran the shop as she spoke to Pylia and they negotiated prices for medicine. Buddy stood by still as a statue. Behind the counter was a small child playing with a literal stick figure; it was little more than a stick with twigs for arms and legs tied with a bit of twin. He was apparently armed with a wooden sword and fighting another stick figure. Nearby were more stick figures, but these were broken.