"Could be anywhere, as far as I know. I first met her near the border between Cyrodiil and Skyrim when the bandit attack occurred. She had a real fire in her eyes, but that's not all I saw; I saw sorrow in those eyes too. Something bad must've happened in her past. Something that scarred her to this day. Kinda like you, now that I think about it." Cronic said, taking a swig of some Mead, having a second bottle on the floor beside him.

"The second bottle's for the cart driver. I promised him a drink, afterall." Cronic said, before resuming his train of thought about the nomadic warrior conjurer.

"Though given the Thalmor have an embassy here, I wager that will be reason enough for her to return to Skyrim. I remember her saying she won't stop until the Thalmor are wiped out... Or until she is." Cronic said to Aria, sounding a little concerned at that last part.

"One woman army is good, but someone needs to show her the world beyond her warpath. Otherwise she won't have any reason to keep going should the Thalmor cease to be."