Windhelm, the last place I heard about her.

 

 

I was expecting snow, not this clean weather.

 

 

- I’m looking for informations of a red-haired woman who was here some years ago. 
- I think I don’t remember her. 
- Maybe one thousand septims refresh your mind. 
- She slept here one night. When woke up the next day, she wanted to walk around topless. I can show you the room she stayed.

 

 

I can feel her essence. She went upstairs.

 

 

- A red-haired woman, huh? Maybe the bard saw her.

 

 

- Last time I knew about her she went to the docks.

 

 

At this point her emotions were on fire. She went Solsthein.

 

 

Tel Mithryn. I should grown up a giant mushroom to live instead of living underground in an ancient falmer cave.

 

 

I sure need to learn how to make this happen.

 

 

- This woman you’re looking for came here some years ago looking for my relatives who died. She seemed angry and happy at the same time.

 

 

- About this mushroom, how did you make it happen? 
- That’s a secret.

 

 

- Of course it is.

 

 

When she left, went to the north.

 

 

No one in the village saw her, but I still feel her essence.

 

 

She came here looking for a book. A journal. Then went back to Skyrim.

 

 

Solitude is too different from what I remember.

 

 

This is the house she came to meet someone, but no one lives here.

 

 

Interesting. Somewhere near Falkreath.

 

 

It’s strange how no one was here the last thousand years.

 

 

Nothing else than grass, but her essence… Of course! I know where she went.