Buddy just looked at you. His unchanging expression made it impossible to know if he was confused or not. Pylia elaborated a bit more. "She doesn't mean she's from the other planes, like the Lower or Upper planes, Buddy. The world she came from it's... It's not at all connected to ours. Where she comes from doesn't have things like magic or the things we take for granted, like the existence of dragons or gods." Buddy remained unchanged, but soon took his notebook and and wrote a question. [b][i]"Why does it matter?"[/i][/b] The question felt harsh despite being written instead of spoken. Buddy didn't show or convey any emotions, and his writing was normal as it usually was, yet the words he choose felt blunt. "The reason it matters is because... One day, Sylvia will return to her world. She won't stay here with us anymore. And... I'm trying to do my best to return Sylvia to her world. That's why we're here. This business with the dragon and his cult, even my own issues... Those are just secondary to getting Sylvia back home." Pylia says with a bit of sadness.

She sat there rubbing her hands together, taking out her pipe to smoke from it. "That's the main reason I was also keeping my activities a secret, Sylvia. I promised you that I will get you home as soon as possible. I didn't want you to think I was just saying what you wanted to hear as I go about dealing with my own issues instead. I... I tend to cause a lot of people trouble, and it's only now that I think I have even a chance of making it right. Whether they're old friends from my past or... Or new ones I've known only for a few days." Letting out a puff of smoke Pylia looked over to you, her demeanor calm yet at the same time serious. Whatever she was smoking really helps her nerves. "Fact of the matter is, even if I did drop everything to help you, I know my past will come to haunt me. Either those necromancers will come after me, or some old grudge comes back to attack me when I least expect it. If I didn't know that you'd risk your life to help me, I'd already be gone to deal with them on my own. But my problems are your problems now, unfortunately." Taking a long huff from her pipe, Pylia formed a few smoke rings as Buddy wrote down his thoughts.

[b][i]"All I care about is helping Sylvia. When she doesn't need my help anymore, I will help others. That is all that matters."[/i][/b]