"An island off of the Summerset Isles. Didn't have a name, my parents owned it. Long story. Interesting story. I'll tell you it, in exchange for your's.", Myra bargained. She was starting to feel a little tipsy. With the Brandy she had on the road, the mug of what she was almost certain was pure alcohol, and the Bloodwine Murdoc had gotten her, it was well within expectations of anyone, even an Altmer, that she would be getting drunk by now. Her parents told her she was better at talking when she'd had a few. (It sort of sounds like she's flirting... She's not, though, sorry. She's already met one attractive person for the day.)