Muiri! That's the name of the little Breton beauty who once lived in Markarth. The lady she works under looks suspiciously similar to a Hagraven. Lol, I just got how unkind that sounds. What I mean is, she could've been one in earlier years, or pulled out between transition. It's really an interesting thing considering the Forsworn culture and how it's become a thing of its own. Not quite Breton, not quite Reach, but drawing equal amounts of similarities from each. If I wasn't so instinctively possessive over my favoured followers, I'd have done more to entertain that one 'what-if?' thought, of her entering a life sentence with Volstag. One day, while she's out gathering ingredients to replenish the alchemy store's stocks, she is set upon and taken hostage by Reachmen. A formal notice is given by the Jarl, but short of word getting out through a local summons, the Silver-bloods intervene and the bounty is never released. Oh wow, that was an unexpected storm of ideas. I'm going to go write a little more about that. Gosh, your pictures are so inspiring!!