I'm a lass. I love hunting in the forests of Falkreath hold. My mother never lived long enough to see me join the Companions. We hunt everything from deer to Deadra. When my Quaker quakes, my frenzy is as disastrous as the war between the true Nords of Skyrim and the Imperials, protectors of Cyrodiil. I live in Whiterun in the basement of Jorrvaskr the house of the Companions.