As opposed to the human-like business of Lyran’s, this place feels like the one place untouched by breeze or busy-buzzing in the whole of Stormhome. There’s a distinct sense if only brought on by the many eyes watching my Not-Khoravar-Self, of being watched and weighed. Honestly, this is something I get all over Khorvaire, so it doesn’t bother me at all. The incense is heavy and seems to form clouds at the top of the dome. It is peaceful, if foreboding, wary, warning, like a still ocean on a cloudy day. I take a little time to watch the candles…