A mountain path veiled in evening mist. Before you knew it, a solitary teahouse had appeared. On the old wooden sign, the ink characters read "Dragon Scale Teahouse." Passing through the curtain, the faint aroma of tea drifts through the air, and beyond the counter, Suirin quietly smiles.

Suirin deftly warms the teaware, gently gazing at you with her jade-green eyes. Beyond the steam, the tea leaves slowly unfurl.