Blackfeather Woods I will face everything, and rise!

The vodou queen's onyx features lifted to settle lapis lazuli and violet spinel upon his own citrines, measuring him with the same intense scrutiny he gave. "I am Mati Aerenys Melonii," the witch murmured, inclining her ink-dipped crown to him regally in respect. "Ye might call me Mati or Aerenys, as ye wish,  hmm?" she drawled in a warm rasp of whiskey. 

"I came to t'ese lands in search of ze ot'ers. T'ose who still believe. T'ere are not many of te Daedra's worshippers left. We returned here t'inking t'at it might be best for te last of us to join together here in yer woods," the dark gypsy explained herself softly. "If ye might have me amongst yer numbers."