Astrid: Go. Quickly. Hide in the coffin before Cicero and the traitor meet.
Player: All right. Off we go. If I could just... Let me get in here with you. Sorry about this.
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 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 Amound 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 treacher! Deflier! Debaser and defiler! You have violated the sanctity of the Night Mother's coffin. Explain yourself! Speak worm.
Player: A funny story about that.
Cicero: 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.
Player: Or is there?
Cicero: She said that? She said those words to you? "Darkness rises when silence dies"? But those are the words, the binding words written int he Keeping Tomes. The signal so I would know. Mother's only way of talking to sweet Cicero. Then it is true. She is back. Our lady is back. She has chosen a Listener. She has chosen you. 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? Amound Motierre? 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 her 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!
Player: Great. I'm the Listener. Hopefully that doesn't mean I have to talk to Cicero much more because it kinds of creeps me out.
Gabriella: Does death not come to us all? Is it not a certainty? I am, therefore, honored to be doom's herald to play some part in a being's inevitable end.
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.
Player: I assume the vampire is going to be the harder of the two but maybe they're trying to trick me.
Man: Hey, Listener.
Player: I am. I hate him. I hate him all the way.