Falin nodded, leaning back. The dragon scales on her armor shimmered slightly in the warm light of the fire. "Well, you've already got my name. I'm not sure how much Sauriil's told you about us."

She scanned the group gathering in the inn. "I'm one of the three known as the Immortals. And before you ask - no, that does not mean I'm invincible. Time won't kill me, sure. But wounds certainly would. "

She glanced at the fire, shifting closer to its warmth. "We Immortals are the vessels for gods. Sauriil for Auri-el or Akatosh as many know him, Makor for Malacath, and I am bound to Y'ffre. We're charged with protecting all of Nirn from threats."

Falin frowned slightly. "Quite the interesting power there, Jun."

"I grew up homeless. Joined the Mage's Guild at a young age. Now I'm traveling the world and following fate. I'm powerful with magic, especially telling the future." Are you going to tell them about me? Maybe Falin, but privately. I don't want to scare anyone.

"Ah, I was wondering why someone so young would have eyes so deep." She gave Zii a small smile. "Being able to peer into the future carries such a burden, doesn't it?"