"Thiirien. It's nice to meet you, Fujin." She means that, offering him a warm smile. While holy men, monks and priests alike, have never been her favorite people in the world, there's an energy about Fujin that reminds her vaguely of the priest of Arkay in Falkreath; he's a veteran of the Great War who grew tired and runs a cemetery now.

"My people traditionally don't drink tea; many are completely carnivorous as an act of devotion. But I like the subtle flavors in it better than the fermented pig's milk I grew up on."