Astrid: Since it's your first contract, I'll let you keep whatever Muiri pays. She'll be generous, I'm sure. They always are.
Cicero: Da da dum dum dee dee. Oh yes, mistress.
Gabriella: Tell me, brother. Are the stories true?
Nazir: I see you're back from Dawnstar. Beitild lies dead, I hope?
Of course she is. I hear the mining business is etremely cutthroat. And those hours, they're murder. I could do this all day. Here's your payment.
Congratulations. You slaughtered an emaciated beggar in cold blood. You are truly an opponent to be feared. Here's your payment.
Good. And I hope you were careful in that lumber mill. Those splinters and rusty nails can be quite nasty. Your payment for a job well done.
I'm sorry, I don't. Come see me again later.
Bothela: The Hag's Cure is here for all your discreet needs.
Muiri: Why are you looking at me like that?
The Dark Brotherh-. Oh, oh! My goodness, you're really here! The Black Sacrament, it actually worked?
What I need? What I need is for Alain Dufont to die! I want him hunted down and murdered like the dog he is!
I didn't know it when we were with each other. But Alain is actually the leader of a band of cutthroats, bandits. They're holed up in some old dwarven ruin, Raldbithar. It's near Windhelm. They use it as their base. It's where they stage their raids. I want you to go to that ruin, find Alain Dufont, and kill him. I don't care about his friends. Do whatever you want with them. But Alain has to die!
Excellent. Once Alain is dead, I'll pay you in gold. I've saved up a bit. I hope that'll do.
But, well, there is one more thing, if you're interested?
If you can, I want you to kill someone else, as well. You don't have to, not as part of our deal, but if you do, I'll pay you even more. It's Nillsine Shatter-Sheild, in Windhelm. If Nillsine dies, too, I'll make it worth your while.
Make them all pay for what they've done to me.
Bandit Thug: Did you hear something?
Is that the best you can do?
Muiri: Well, what news? Is Alain . . .
Thank you. That bastard got exactly what he deserved. And I heard about Nillsine. You have more than fulfilled your part of the bargain. Please take this, as payment and a symbol of my affection. I'll never forget you.
Astrid: Ah, you're back. So, how went your first real contract? A bit more exciting than what Nazir's been offering, I'd wager.
Oh, very good, very good indeed. You, my dear, are going to fit in here quite nicely.
Now, I need your assistance with a matter of a more personal nature.
It's Cicero. Ever since he arrived, his behavior's been . . . Well, erratic would be an understatement. I do believe he is truly mad. But it's worse than that. He's taken to locking himself in the Night Mother's chamber and talking to someone in hushed but frantic tones. Who is he speaking with? What are they planning? I fear treachery.
Maybe so, but healthy paranoia has saved this sanctuary before. And my gut's telling me that demented little fool is up to something.
Dear brother, I need you to steal into that chamber and eavesdrop on their meeting. It'll be no use clinging to the shadows. They'll see you for sure. No, you need a hiding place, somewhere they'd never think to look, like inside the Night Mother's coffin.
Be that as it may, we have no other choice. You need to remain unseen! Now go before they meet. And report back to me with whatever you learn.