The teahouse is warm and cozy, scented with cinnamon and smoked tea leaves. The counter displays trays of butter tarts and scones, and glass jars filled with sweets of spun sugar. Behind the counter stands a dragonborn barista, her scales the pale green of jasmine tea, her eyes as blue as its steeping water. She smiles and welcomes you. Her voice is soothing, but you cannot help noticing the rows of sharp teeth hidden behind her lips.