Ustengrav was in the northern
reaches of Skyrim, somewhere between the holds of Morthal and Dawnstar. Merill
stopped briefly in Morthal for a quick meal, but the village was quiet and sad
in its snowy marshes, and she did not linger long. In some places, a break in
the trees would give way to the wide stretch of icy water that was the Karth
River, dominated by the great cliff on which the great city of Solitude
sprawled. She paused once or twice to stare up at the palace’s rounded arches,
the wolfs-head flags that fluttered from its walls before she pushed onward.
