That looks like someone notable!  Off to inform the Abbess!  There is all small delay in between seeing the oddly dressed woman and running off, to make the association between the two events less obvious, but the child runs fast.

Okay, that sounds like a cleric or at least a faithful of Desna.  Possibly a more obscure God... she can avoid assumptions and present herself directly.

Relatively soon after her student's report, she happens to wander down the same street as the probably Desnan.

"Are you here for the convention?  I'm Thea, a cleric of Irori and a delegate of his faith at the convention."

Thea is a tall and muscular woman wearing monkish robes and bearing a symbol of Irori.  She is trying her best not to look intimidating.

"Yes! Nuria Tosta, cleric of Desna." Irori, Irori...she doesn't know much about Irori, besides the fact that he's a member of the Godclaw. He didn't come up in her books much. But he's Neutral, not Evil, so probably it's fine. 

"I had thought it likely, given your choice of dress, but I didn't want to assume.  I've been trying to connect to clerics of other faiths, humility and considering wisdom from many sources is a precept of Irori."

"I don't know how much wisdom I'll be able to offer...I've never actually spoken to another cleric of Desna. Or any other Good god. Or neutral. But I'll try my best!" 

"Over the past year I've learned that many people have something to offer in terms of wisdom or at least perspective.  I haven't been able to locate a copy of Desna's primary holy text, The Eight Scrolls, but I do have an Asmodean text, that in between vile and frankly idiotic denouncements of Desna and other Chaotic Good Gods, has copies of 'Shrine Wall Writings' from shrines of Desna.  Perhaps you could find the time to read them and share your insights?" 

Thea is trying to be polite and not expect too much religious knowledge from Nuria.

"Oh, that sounds fantastic! I've never been able to find a Desnan holy text yet at all, not even as little as that."

"Would you like to read it now?  My books are back at my monastery."

"I'd love to!"

Thea leads her through one of the bad parts of town to what appears to be a crematorium bearing a crudely made symbol of Irori (an open palm) over the entrance. 

"This way, it's inside, underground.  It used to be somewhat secret but I ended that policy recently."

"Interesting place. Did you have it before the coup?"

She pauses at the entrance.  Best to get this matter out of the way before going further.

"I was an acolyte here before the Four Day War... of Eiseth, a minor Queen of Hell.  The fully initiated Nuns abandoned the monastery a few week after the war, so I turned to Irori instead, was empowered by him, and have sought to follow his teaching since."

"...Huh. I'm sorry your seniors abandoned you."

That... was not the response she was expecting.  She feels something, she isn't sure what, in response to it.

She replies softly. "If they hadn't I wouldn't have turned to Irori.  And if they had taken us somewhere else or maintained their presence... then I would be carrying out assassinations in Eiseth's name, fully initiated and sworn to a power of Hell."

Well, if Nuria wasn't scared off by that, she'll continue to lead her into the crematorium turned monastery.

"Well, I'm glad you found Irori. Good things and bad things can go together." 

She isn't quite sure what to say to that, so she nods, and lead Nuria onwards silently.  They go through the crematorium to what might have once been a large secret door but was now left open, through a long, curved, downward sloping hallway poorly lit by distantly spaced continual flames until the hallway opens to a large wide well lit chamber that seemingly opens to the sky.  A second glance shows the chamber isn't open to the sky, but rather, it's some form of permanent stable illusion.  Spread out across the chamber floor, doing various exercise are children and teenagers 12 of them, the youngest perhaps as young 6, the oldest perhaps 14 or 15.  If Nuria is paying close attention, she might notice some of the exercises are definitely martial in nature, the oldest 14 year old is instructing a 12 year old on how to properly hold and stab with a needle like weapon.

"Our library is through one of the side halls.  Well, library is perhaps generous after my seniors looted everything of value before leaving."

She presses her lips together. "I'm very sorry they did that. I do have some books with me, although I'm sure they're totally different from what you had before." 

She leads them down a side hall.

"Most of the books were not the pleasant sort, but even so, yes it is quite unfortunate.  I've spent the last year gradually rebuilding it.  I plan to allow access to the library to tenants for some collateral and a very small fee.  Perhaps I could cut a portion of it to you in exchange for the temporary loan of your books?  And here we are."

And they arrive at the library, a moderately sized room, with around a two dozen or so bookshelves, almost completely empty, and two tables with chairs, enough to seat a dozen people or so.  A child with bruises on her face is sitting at one of the tables, reading a new looking but cheaply made copy of Acts of Iomedae intensely.

Thea gets a badly made book from one of the higher shelves.  It is titled A Denouncement of the Pathetic Scribblings by Slaves of the Weak and Undiscipline.

"The author at least put a clear bit of space and a box around excerpts from writing of Caydeanites and Desnans, so it's easy to skip past his useless writings to get to the good parts.  I really recommend skipping them.  At one point he spends 5 paragraphs explaining how 'The road is fair in Summer and Fall, but often muddy in Spring and Winter' is a deep reflection of the failures of Desna on every level.  I think it's literally advice about a literal road somewhere."  Thea actually cracks a hint of smile at this.

Giggle. "I've traveled less than most Desnans, I think, but I've traveled enough to know that muddy roads are a real thing that isn't pathetic to observe." She starts skimming through the book to look for the good parts. 

"...Is that kid okay...? I saw some people sparring but there are, uh, other explanations for bruises. Especially on the face." 

The "Shrine Wall Writings" are literally just stuff people wrote on Shrine Walls to Desna.  Lots of travel advice, well wishes, snippets of prayers.  Sadly, the writer didn't seem to organize them, and in fact, they are intermixed with "Placards of Wisdom" (literally the pithy sayings and pieces of wisdom and jokes you would see on signs hung in taverns in countries not so depressing as Cheliax).  One snippet in particular might feel familiar to Nuria: "Flowers can grow between even the hardest of stones".  It's not clear if it is a shrine wall writing or placard of wisdom saying.

Thea responds "They aren't supposed to land blows to the head when I'm not there with healing already prepared, which I don't tend to have much to spare.  I'll check with the student who was overseeing the sparring to make sure the other student has been disciplined properly."

The kid looks up Thea, seeking permission to speak, and Thea gives a slight nod.  "I got extra reading time anyway!  And it doesn't feel that bad, I'd rather thicker stew tomorrow anyway!"

"Rather thicker stew...?"

"It's a apparently a unique spell I get from Irori.  I can make a handful of rice or nuts or grain so nourishing it feeds a person well for an entire day.  And I've found by instead adding such enriched grains or rice to stew or soup it thickens it nicely and makes it moderately more nourishing for many people.  Honestly, it hasn't been as necessary the past few months, our finances have been better and I've gotten better at stretching them, but some of the younger children also like how it improves the texture and taste."  She has a bit of fondness in her voice towards the children, but also a slight bit of disapproval as someone who finds good flavor somewhat frivolous.

"Oh, cool! I'd never heard of that spell. I take it you can't channel positive yet?"

"Indeed not.  I've taken in a few beggars that wanted a roof, and tried to change the methods and practices of the temple to better align with Irori, but I'm still Lawful Evil.  Perhaps it is a good thing I couldn't channel right away, the Sisterhood of Eiseth relied on healing to compensate for brutality, while Irori's text, The Unbinding of Fetters recommends a more moderate approach to both injury and healing, and so without easy healing I've been forced to reevaluate all our standard methods and redevelop them closer to those of Irori."

She considers how much she wants to tell this woman... can she trust a chaotic cleric?  But she is a good cleric?  Unless she isn't a cleric at all?  Well if its a deception, she'll figure it out eventually, and deal with it as necessary.  And somehow, on an instinctual level, she really feels she can trust Nuria.

"And there is another complication with that.  I don't have the standard ability to channel anything yet either.  I've made quite sure my spells are divine, and dependent on my holy symbol of Irori.  But I can only spontaneously cast a smaller "inflict light wound" type of effect.  I can do it without any of my spell slots 3 times a day.  I spent months trying to figure out if I was making a mistake in how I was trying to channel.  I looked up books on unusual clerics and varieties of clerics.  I finally figured it out recently.  There was an extraneous detail misleading me.  War Priests, most commonly known for being of Iomedae and Gorum, are not able to properly channel until 2nd circle and it's weaker even then, but have various other minor abilities, such as empowering their sacred weapons, and prior to being able to channel they can produce smaller amounts of healing, or harm, for some of Gorum's War Priests.  So I think that's what I am, and Irori's holy weapon is simply a fist, and my fist  are already powerful from my monastic arts, so I didn't notice a difference.  It does mean I can use the same energy from the inflict to cast spells on myself faster."

Hopefully Nuria finds this fascinating and not boring and won't chaotically share such a sensitive piece of information at random?