Lion Head Mesa seven foot frame, rats along his back

The comfort and no worry thing was good. The thought of raising her homeland again, even with help and a new title. . .

Those woods are cursed, Pharaoh, Maegi said gravely. You'd be better off expanding elsewhere. Plenty of game to hunt in the surrounding meadows. 

It was mostly her own reticence that brought on this opinion, but she did truly believe the spirits that walked among those trees would not be kind to those who worshipped gods other than the daedra. Hadn't she herself found such woe when turning to Jaes? Two children, friends lost to the ground that shook violently—

She shook her head. I accept being your noble, but I will not return to Blackfeather Woods until I'm on my deathbed, she concluded. 

And perhaps not even then.