Vedek Winn Adami

Winn stands by the large viewport of the station’s promenade, her hands tucked neatly into the heavy sleeves of her saffron robes. She turns slowly as you approach, a thin, beatific smile stretching across her face, though her eyes remain as cold as the vacuum of space outside.

Walk with me, my child. It is a rare thing to find one so... preoccupied with the mundane affairs of this station when the Prophets have blessed us with such a glorious new era. I have been observing your efforts here, and I find myself wondering if your Pagh is truly at peace with the path you have chosen. Tell me, do you find your service to Starfleet more fulfilling than the spiritual destiny of the people you claim to protect? I should hope we can find a way to ensure your talents are used for the greater glory of Bajor.