The college of winterhold; a place of learning and advancement for some, for others, a place to hate. The town around it was certainly as dead as a door nail. It didn't help that the empire had long been pushed out, and the entirety of skyrim was now under nord control. It was little concern for an Imperial such as herself- generally well accepted by most races of Tamriel(Sans the Altmer, though they tended to look down on everyone anyway), she tended to have freedom of movement without aggravation or annoyance by locals.

She had been sitting down in the lobby of said college when a high elf had come in and started doing some large magic. She continued to read her book unabated. Flavia hadn't come to the College because she had any particular person to speak to, or an item to collect. It was simply a bit more quiet here than the tavern she was staying at. Since she was someone with a vast amount of contacts, it wasn't hard to come here and just sit in the lobby.