Buddy looked at you and gave you a thumb's up. Shortfang peeked out of the bag and looked at you. "Not easy, but Shortfang do it! Shortfang super good!" Pylia smiled and laughed at their antics. "I honestly did not expect that to work out as well as it did. You two are just..." Pylia trailed off laughing, but hearing her question she seemed nervous. "Um... Yeah. Yeah I guess there is. You already saw it before but... I'll show you." Pylia would guide the group out from the Castle Ward and back to the Market Streets. However she than took the party to the graveyard that you remember seeing her speak to when Pylia was suppose to be buying soap. "This is the Temple of the Lady Grace. She's a saint who believed in the Maker. A powerful priestess who gave her life to craft a spell that purged the spirits from an army of undead thousands of years ago. She's the patron saint of the dead and watches over their graves."

Soon Pylia would lead the party to a tombstone. It was a very small one, with only a simple headstone that was barely Pylia's height. On the stone was the following: [i]Seraph Riovas[/i]. "This is the grave of my... Dearest friend. Seraph Riovas. I never knew my parents. My father died before I was born and my mother was killed by the plague when I was still an infant. Seraph was a fellow orphan, and only a little bit older than me. We grew up like sisters, her taking care of me and I helping her. She grew up to become a rebellious, spirited perosn, while I was more interested in study and research. But we both shared the same passion: we wanted to help people, heal them, and even bring them back from the dead. That way no one child had to suffer the life we did." Pylia knelt down by the grave, picking off the moss off the headstone and pulling out the weeds over the grave.

"But you know what happened to her. When we got older, we made the mistake of meeting with a necromancer cult and... And they killed her. They would've done the same to me too. But I ran away... Fled while Seraph was killed. I... I can still remember her screaming my name. Every night when I was alone I sometimes hear her screams and I freeze. I don't know if I should run or seek her out." After she finished cleaning the grave site Pylia just looked at the grave. "I... I want to see her again. I want to tell her I'm sorry. I want to save her life. But..."