Babette

Two hundred years ago, I would have lain down my life for the Unholy Matron. But that is an age long since passed. Astrid is my matron now.

I'm just a little girl! The Dark Brotherhood killed my mama and papa, and then they took me captive! Please, please help me!

Rather convincing, don't you think?

In truth, I'm no more a little girl than you are. I was once, of course. Three hundred years ago. Vampirism tends to keep one remarkably... fresh.

You're headed to The Hag's Cure, right? It's a good shop. You should examine their wares. Never pass up the chance to buy a good potion... or poison.

And one more thing. Have fun. You'll be committing a dark deed, but there's no reason you shouldn't enjoy yourself.

You're only young once. Trust me, I know.

Oh! Well, I hope she doesn't suspect me. I mean, I've spoken with Cicero a bit, and he's quite charming. But I'd never go against Astrid. Never.

The man you need to speak with, his name is Motierre? That's a very old and powerful Breton family, firmly established in Cyrodiil. Most curious...

It's no fair. I love weddings. Astrid should have given this contract to me. Instead, she's got me visiting cities, assessing security. How boring.

But listen, I think I can help you. The wedding reception is outside the Temple of the Divines, right? In Solitude?

If so, the bride will probably address the crowd from the balcony. It overlooks the courtyard.

Well, there's an old statue there. I've seen it. Hanging right over where she'll be standing. Old means weak. Weak means it could fall. Hmmm?

Normally I talk to a victim before I end his life, but I wouldn't recommend it this time. Maro will be alert to danger. Talking may spook him.

Cicero destroyed any sympathy I may have had for him when he wounded Veezara. Kill the fool and be done with it.

Yes - don't kill the Gourmet!

Oh, I know you have to, but it makes me sad all the same. I love the Gourmet's recipes. The world will soon be a blander, less flavorful place.

Don't take any chances with this one. Use the Jarrin Root to poison the Emperor's food. You're disguising yourself as a chef - it only makes sense.