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Skyrim Walkthrough Part 23 - Diplomatic Immunity

Check out Part 24 and circumvent Thalmor "Diplomatic Immunity" in Skyrim with this online demo.


Jala: Some gate guard you were.

Sorex: Seems there's always more to be done.

Malborn: Yes? Really? You're who she picked? I hope she knows what she's doing. Here's the deal. I can smuggle some equipment into the embassy for you. Don't plan on bringing anything else in with you. The Thalmor take security very seriously. Give me what you can't live without, and I'll make sure to get it into the Embassy. The rest is up to you. Okay. I'll get this inside the Embassy for you. I've got to go. I'll find you at the party, don't worry. Your job is to get into the party without being fingered as a spy. I'll take care of the rest. Your job is to get into the party without being fingered as a spy. I'll take care of the rest.

Delphine: Have you given Malborn the gear you want to smuggle into the embassy? Good. I have your invitation to the party. But the only way you're going to get past the guards is if they really believe you're an invited guest which means you need to look the part, and not be armed to the teeth. Here, put this on. When you're ready, I'll keep the rest of your gear safe until you get back. You'll only have what Malborn smuggled in for you, plus whatever you can pick up inside. I guess that will have to do. You should pass for a real guest, at least until you open your mouth. Ready to board the carriage to the embassy? Don't worry. It will all be waiting for you when you get back. Just make sure you get back out of there alive with the information we need. Good luck.

Razelan: A fellow latecomer to Elenwen's little soiree.

Thalmor Soldier: Welcome to the Thalmor Embassy. Your invitation, please. Thank you, sir. Go right in.

Razelan: My lateness is due more to getting lost on the way up this gods-forsaken mountain than to any desire to actually . . .

Elenwen: Welcome. I don't believe we've met. I am Elenwen, the Thalmor Ambassador to Skyrim. And you are? Ah yes, I remember your name from the guest list. Please, tell me more about yourself. What brings you to this . . . to Skyrim? What is it Malborn?

Malborn: It's just that we've run out of the Alto wine. Do I have your permission to uncork the Arenthia red?

Elenwen: Of course. I've told you before not to bother me with such trifles.

Malborn: Yes, Madame Ambassador.

Elenwen: My apologies. We'll have to get better acquainted later. Please, enjoy yourself.

Razelan: What does a fellow need to do to get a drink around here? Ah, the one generous soul amongst a gathering of pinch-pennies and lick-spittles. If there's anything I can ever do for you, do not hesitate to call upon me. I need another drink.

Jarl Idgrod Ravencrone: It is not eyes that reveal another's true nature. It is the heart.

Razelan: My friend! A toast to a beautiful friendship. Of course! I would do anything for you, my one and truest friend. What do you need from me? Is that all? My friend, you've come to the right person. You could say that causing a scene is somewhat of a specialty of mine. Stand back and behold my handiwork.

Malborn: What can I get for you? You made it in. Good. As soon as you distract the guards, I'll open this door and we can get you on your way. Let's hope we both live through this day. Here you go, sir. The finest Colovian brandy. Is there anything else I can get for you?

Razelan: I speak figuratively, of course. Nothing could be more unlikely than that someone would actually want her in their bed.

Malborn: Let's go, let's go. Before anyone notices us.

Razelan: Although most of you are already in bed with her. But again, I speak figuratively, of course. Fine, fine. Get your hands off me. I'll be a good boy now. Wouldn't want to offend . . .

Malborn: So far so good. Let's hope nobody saw us split out. We need to pass through the kitchen. Your gear is hidden in the larder. Just stay close and let me do any talking, got it? Follow me.

Tsavani: Who comes, Malborn? You know I don't like strange smells in my kitchen.

Malborn: A guest, feeling ill. Leave the poor wretch be.

Tsavani: A guest? In the kitchens? You know this is against the rules.

Malborn: Rules, is it, Tsavani? I didn't realize that eating Moon Sugar was permitted. Perhaps I should ask the Ambassador.

Tsavani: Get out of here. I saw nothing.

Malborn: Your gear is in that chest. I'll lock the door behind you. Don't screw this up. Hurry it up. I've got to get back before I'm missed.

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