Otter Creek remain until the end

A smile curved her lips, albeit wry. I agree, she said softly, thinking of her very first lessons. Meldresi, Mephala, the Void. . . When all of it had been a delightful, dark fantasy, and not the nightmare she'd come to know. Her old religion, a legacy of cruelty. Her ancestors' savagery.

But she was leaving her own legacy, one much better than that before. This, she was sure of.

Good, Maegi murmured, happy that the woman hadn't had to endure the horrors of past days. Jaes protect you in your travels to come. Her mind lapsed into Daedric, even as her tongue remained within the common speech.

Jaes was much better suited for her legacy. So much less fickle, less duplicitous than the daedra. One, all-powerful, all-knowing.

It was better this way.