"Mayaheine Monastery..." he repeated, thinking for several moments about the name. It sounded familiar like he had heard of it in passing but as much as he questioned travelers there were many places he had heard of in just passing. As he looked up he noticed the vibrant feel of her demeanor when she spoke about her faith but then many who believed in Pelor had similar shine about them. A side effect of the faith perhaps or an infusion of the gods power? One could never know. "I've heard that name somewhere before but I'm sure I never went there...I grew up in a small fishing village myself with two older sisters to the far north...Your monastery, did you grow up there? What was it like?"