Astrid: Go. Quickly. Hide in the coffin before Cicero and the traitor meet.
Cicero: Are we alone? Yes, yes! Alone. Sweet solitude. No one will hear us, disturb us. Everything is going according to plan. The others, I've spoken to them. And they're coming around, I know it. The wizard, Festus Krex, perhaps even the Argonian, and the un-child.
What about you? Have you spoken to anyone? No? No, of course not. I do the talking, the stalking, the seeing and the saying! And what do you do? Nothing! Not that I'm angry. No, never. Cicero understands. Cicero always understands. And obeys.
You will talk when you're ready, won't you? Won't you? Sweet Night Mother.
Night Mother: Poor Cicero. Dear Cicero. Such a humble servant. But he will never hear my voice. For he is not the Listener.
Cicero: Oh, but how can I defend you? How can I exert your will, if you will not speak to anyone?
Night Mother: Oh, but I will speak. I will speak to you. For you are the one. Yes, you. You, who shares my iron tomb, who warms my ancient bones. I give you this task - journey to Volunruud. Speak with Amaund Motierre.
Cicero: Poor Cicero has failed you. Poor Cicero is sorry, sweet mother. I've tried, so very hard. But I just can't find the Listener.
Night Mother: Tell Cicero the time has come. Tell him the words he has been waiting for, all these years: "Darkness rises when silence dies."
Cicero: What? What treachery! Defiler! Debaser and Defiler! You have violated the sanctity of the Night Mother's coffin! Explain yourself! Speak, worm!
She spoke to you? More treachery! More trickery and deceit! You lie! The Night Mother speaks only to the Listener! And there is no Listener!
She said that? She said those words...to you? "Darkness rises when silence dies?" But those are the words. The Binding Words. Written in the Keeping Tomes. The signal so I would know. Mother's only way of talking to sweet Cicero.
Then it is true! She's back! Our Lady is back! She has chosen a Listener! She has chosen you! Ha ha ha! All hail the Listener!
Astrid: By Sithis, this ends now! Back away, fool! Whatever you've been planning is over.
Are you all right? I heard the commotion. Who was Cicero talking to? Where's the accomplice? Reveal yourself, traitor!
Cicero: I spoke only to the Night Mother! I spoke to the Night Mother, but she didn't speak to me. Oh, no. She spoke only to him! To the Listener!
Astrid: What? The Listener? What are you going on about? What is this lunacy?
Cicero: It's true, it's true! The Night Mother has spoken! The silence has been broken! The Listener has been chosen!
Astrid: When I heard Cicero screaming, I knew you'd been discovered. I feared the worst. Are you all right?
Then what in Sithis' name is going on? Cicero spoke to the Night Mother, but she spoke to you? Is this just more of the fool's rambling?
What? So Cicero wasn't talking to anyone else. Just the Night Mother's body? And the Night Mother, who according to everything we know, will only speak to the person chosen as Listener, just spoke. Right now, to you?
By Sithis. And what did she say? Amaund Mottiere? I have no idea who that is. But Volunruud, that, I have heard of. And I know where it is. No. No! Listen, I don't know what's going on here, but you take your orders from me. Are we clear on that? The Night Mother may have spoken to you, but I am still the leader of this family. I will not have my authority so easily dismissed. I need time to think about all this. Go see Nazir. Do some work for him. I'll find you when I'm ready to discuss the matter further.
Cicero: You are the Listener! You are the Listener! I have served mother well, I have!
Gabriella: Does death not come to us all? Is it not a certainty? I am, therefore, honored to be doom's herald.
Nazir: Will there ever come a time when the people of Skyrim no longer need our services? I think not. Well then, your timing couldn't be better. As it turns out, I've got two new contracts. One rather easy assignment, and another that should prove quite a challenge.
Your first target is an Orc bard named Lurbuk. The other is a vampire by the name of Hern. Happy hunting. Go on, now.