Skyrim:Michel Lylvieve

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Michel Lylvieve
(RefID: 00019A2F)
Home Town Dragon Bridge
House Lylvieve Family's House
Race Breton Gender Female
Level 4 Class Farmer
RefID 00019A2F BaseID 00019A2E
Other Information
Health 75 Magicka 60
Stamina 60
Primary Skills Conjuration
Morality No Crime Aggression Unaggressive
Voice Type FemaleEvenToned
Faction(s) CrimeFactionHaafingar; Lylvieve Family House Occupants; TownDragonBridgeFaction
Michel Lylvieve

Michel Lylvieve is a Breton farmer living in Dragon Bridge with her husband Azzada, son Clinton, and daughter Julienne.

Michel wakes up early at 8am and will start doing chores around the house for four hours. At midday she sits down with her family for lunch which takes up two hours, after which she will head outside to work. She will work outside for six hours straight, before heading back inside to have dinner with her family. After two hours of this, she relaxes around the house for two more hours before heading to bed at midnight.

She carries a selection of common loot and gold, the key to the family's house, and a simple iron dagger. She also wears a standard set of farm clothes, a pair of boots, and a hat.

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ProphetDG[edit]

When asked about the Moth Priest:

Know anything about a Moth Priest visiting Dragon Bridge?
"A Moth Priest? I'm sorry, but I don't know anything about that. Try asking one of the guards."

Dialogue[edit]

Her greetings can be:

"If you're looking for a room, you want the Four Shields."
"You look like you've seen your share of adventure."
"It's no easy thing to make a living in the wilds of Skyrim."
"This land's tough and unforgiving, but beautiful, too."
"You hear all this talk about a war? I hope it never comes here."

Conversations[edit]

She can often be seen conversing with her husband:

Michel: "Did you read that letter from Markarth yet?"
Azzada: "Yes, just this morning. It was from Logrolf. He wrote to thank us for the food we sent."
Michel: "And how is that old warrior doing these days?"
Azzada: "Not well. He's convinced that his house is haunted, so he's sleeping on the street."
Michel: "Oh dear. I wish there was something we could do to help him."
Azzada: "As do I. That man saved my life. I hope that someone helps him, as he once helped me."