Amaund Motierre

"By the almighty Divines. You've come. You've actually come. This dreadful Black Sacrament thing... it worked."

The Night Mother heard your pleas, Motierre. "Yes, um... So it would seem. Well, I won't waste your time. I would like to arrange a contract. Several, actually. I daresay, the work I'm offering has more significance than anything your organization has experienced in, well, centuries."

You have opened the door to darkness, little man. "Oh, I know. I know. But I'm so glad you're here. Please, allow me to state my business. Surely your time is as valuable as my own. I would like to arrange a contract. Several, actually. I daresay, the most important work your organization has had in, well... centuries."

(Remain Silent) "Right, then. You prefer to listen, is that it? Well, you must represent the Dark Brotherhood. I certainly wasn't expecting anyone else. So I'll cut to the chase. I would like to arrange a contract. Several, actually. I daresay, the most important work your organization has had in, well... centuries."

Go on. "As I said, I want you to kill several people. You'll find the targets, as well as their manners of elimination, quite varied. I'm sure someone of your disposition will probably even find it enjoyable. But you should know that these killings are but a means to an end. For they pave the way to the most important target. The real reason I'm speaking with a cutthroat in the bowels of this detestable crypt. For I seek the assassination of... ...the Emperor."

Leaders rise and fall. Business is business. "Oh, wonderful. You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that. So much has led to this day. So much planning, and maneuvering. It's as if the very stars have finally aligned. But I digress. Here, take these to your, um... superior. Rexus. The items."

You want us to kill... the Emperor? Of Tamriel? "That is correct. What I ask is no small thing, of course. But you represent the Dark Brotherhood. This is... what you do? No? You must understand. So much has led to this day. So much planning, and maneuvering. Now, it's as if the very stars have finally aligned. But I digress. Here, take these. They need to be delivered to your, um... superior. Rexus. The items."

(Remain Silent) "It's a shocking request, I know. But it is inside the purview of what you Dark Brotherhood types do. Isn't it? If history is to be believed? You must understand. So much has led to this day. So much planning, and maneuvering. Now you're here, as if the very stars have finally aligned. But I digress. Here, let me give you these. They are to be delivered to your, um... superior. Rexus. The items."

"Rexus will now give you two items which must be passed along to your superior."
"The sealed letter will explain everything that needs to be done. The amulet is quite valuable - you can use it to pay for any and all expenses."

"Is there... something else you need?"

Who are you, Motierre? Who are you, really? "I performed the Black Sacrament, contacted you people, because I thought you guaranteed discretion. Is this no longer so?"

Why do this? Why have the Emperor assassinated? "In the year 3E 41, Emperor Pelagius Septim was murdered in the Temple of the One in the Imperial City. Cut down by a Dark Brotherhood assassin. His killing ushered in, shall we say, a necessary change in Imperial policy. There are those now who wish for a similar change. I am sorry, but that's all I'm at liberty to say."

We'll require... significant compensation. Can you pay the price? "Oh, my furtive friend. When Emperor Titus Mede II lies dead, there will be gold... a fortune in gold. But so much more! It is said that the Dark Brotherhood, in recent years, has been in decline. That you lack the power, wealth, and respect of days past. Is it not so? If you do this, if you kill the Emperor... Oh, how the masses will fear and respect you."

You can trust your servant to keep this secret? "Oh, Rexus is no mere servant. He has been with the Motierre family since I was a child. I trust the man with my life."

"You must deliver those items to your superior. And I... I must get out of this foul place."

"What is it? I said I didn't wish to... be disturbed."

We have unfinished business, Motierre.

Sithis is due a soul. Wouldn't you agree?

(Remain silent)

"By the gods. You... you're alive! But I had heard... your Sanctuary... Please! You mustn't think I had anything to do with that! I wanted the Emperor dead! The true Emperor! I still do! It was Maro! He..."

The Emperor. The real Emperor. Where is he? "You mean, after all that's transpired, the Dark Brotherhood will still... honor the contract? Why, this is astounding news! Wonderful news! The Emperor is still in Skyrim, but not for long. He's onboard his ship, the Katariah, moored offshore in the Solitude Inlet. But you must hurry! If you can get on board that ship. Kill Titus Mede II, as contracted... I will reveal the location of the dead drop that holds your payment."

Commander Maro. Where is he? "Ah, yes, I can imagine you'd want to settle that score. Last I heard he was at the Solitude Docks, conducting the Emperor's departure."

This ship, the Katariah. How will I get onboard? "Well, I don't know. It's in the Solitude Inlet - that's the channel just north of the docks. I suppose you should go to the docks and... swim?"

What kind of security should I expect? "Surely you're joking? This is the true Emperor, not some half-Septim lookalike. He'll be surrounded by elite bodyguards, I'm sure. You'll have your work cut out for you. Still... everyone assumes the Dark Brotherhood has been completely destroyed. They may be a bit more lax than usual."

"Please, make haste. The Emperor's ship won't stay moored forever. We won't get a chance like this again."

"Don't you have all the information you need? Please, the Emperor isn't going to kill himself. Hmph. Now wouldn't that be a blessing..."

"Aha! You're back!"

Titus Mede II lies dead. "I know! I know! I received the news not moments ago! Ha ha! This is glorious! My friend, you may not realize it, but you have served the Empire, indeed all of Tamriel, in ways you cannot possibly imagine. Ah, but you care little for politics, am I right? You want money! And money you shall have! Your payment waits for you at a dead drop. It is inside an urn, in the very chamber where we first met, in Volunruud. Now please, go. Collect your money, and let us never look upon one another again. Our business, thank the gods, is concluded."

"Your payment awaits. And don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to betray you."

Actually, Motierre, there is one more thing... "And what might that be?"

Just a favor... for an honorable man. "You assassins and your riddles. It really does get very annoying, you know. Now if you'll excuse me..."

Today is the luckiest day of your life. "Ha! Well, I certainly do feel that way. Now, if, um... you'll get going?"

(Remain silent) "Yes? No? Nothing? Very well, then. If you'll just... get going now..."

"Oh, for the love of Mara, would you please just go?"

"What is this madness? Rexus, help me!"

"But... we had a deal..."