Otter Creek remain until the end

Maegi cocked her head, more intrigued with the first part than the second. The latter just sounded like what Wraen had said, although it was good that Bhediya still had faith in those around her. Death or betrayal, like a mantra in her mind, over and over. That was all it came to.

What were your gods like? she asked. My family worshipped a group of gods called the daedra. Horrible beings, obsessed with blood and fear. There were no adequate words for how much she loathed not only her former religion but the amount of time and care she'd poured into study.

Time she'd never get back. Fervency she could never redirect.