Wheeling Gull Isle and all around, reminders of you are everywhere i go

As always, she was taken in by the idea of a culture different from hers. She had been raised to believe that the daedric religion and rituals were superior above all; later, when she discovered that was not at all the case, she had sought out knowledge of any other way to live. Maegi blinked at him, intrigued.

What is your culture like? she asked, lifting her chin in delicate query. Do you have gods, demons? Rituals. . .? A language, I'm assuming? The questions were tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them, and she fell silent, giving him a rueful grimace. I'm sorry. Sometimes my curiosity gets the best of me.

She supposed, though, that this was a safe place, and a safe man to ask. Prying could get you in trouble elsewhere.