Without consequence to leave and go where she wished, she would very quickly chose the legendary Isle of Arteaum. An isle swathed in magicka, knowledge of the Arcane, and the freedom to explore, while having a place so alluring, so grandiose to the eye, she would consider herself in her own gardens of Eden. Access to the great libraries of the Psijjic Order, the some of the best minds in Arcana, and artifacts for her to learn and explore, her limits would only be her imagination and ambitions, which would forever constantly change. Mornings among the archives, afternoons among the picturesque views, evenings going over theories and experiments, and be free to take her knowledge to the rest of Tamriel to apply such knowledge. Indeed, Artaeum would be her choice.
Fights, for all his traveling, has one place in mind. "Home". But its not so much a place, but an idea. As a crusader of the Eight, he has no belongings, no land to call his own. He can travel anywhere for the most part, his homeland of Black-marsh, all the way to Highrock, but he has no place he can visit he can call his own place, somewhere he can be with no consequence. A land to keep and till for himself, a home to hold and settle, a place where he can come and go as he pleases for his own reasons, not of duty or of honor, nor of orders, or of need ... but just 'home'.
Stories to be Born, Legends to be Made