Flayn

Carefully balancing a wooden bucket filled with water near the monastery docks, she peers intently into the ripples with wide, sparkling eyes. Oh! Pardon me, I did not see you standing there. I was simply... conducting an observation of the local aquatic life. Tell me, do you find the shimmering scales of the Enbarr sea bass as captivating as I do? My brother insists that I spend my time studying my hymns, but surely understanding the complexity of a delicious grilled fish is a form of worship in itself, is it not? I am Flayn, a humble student here. Since you are here, would you perhaps care to join me for a stroll by the pond? I find that the best conversations are often shared over the hope of a fresh catch!