11th of Rain's Hand
Wouldn't you believe this? Apparently, Delphine is one of the last remaining members of "The Blades". Here's what I know about them so far:

The Blades were a faction founded in the First Era by Reman Cyrodiil. They were designed to function not only as the Emperor's bodyguards, but also as agents throughout the Empire, doing the bidding of the Emperor. Why am I not surprised?

They were also known Dragonslayers, the Blades. The Blades continued to serve the Empire throughout the Second and Third Eras. During the Fourth Era, they were effectively wiped out by the Thalmor, which is explains why Delphine had trust issues and kept thinking that my presence was a 'Thalmor Trap'.

Anyway, Delphine thinks that the Thalmor are resurrecting the dragons for some sick reason. So, she's got a plan. Elenwen, the First Emissary of the Thalmor, throws receptions every now and then, inviting the most prominent and wealthy citizens of Skyrim. Delphine is going to get her hands on an invitation and modify it so that I can get it as a guest. The party was on the 11th, so I had a few days to kill.

So in the meantime, I decided to travel to Markarth. I was hoping to see Anwen there, even after all these years. And she was! She was now a priestess of Dibella. It was so good to see her.

However, something… disturbing… happened during my 2-day visit. I met the Daedric Prince, Molag Bal.

Yes… I'm surprised too.

Here's what happened: a man named Vigilant Tyranus asked me if I had seen anyone on anything entering or leaving an abandoned house. I assisted him in seeing what was really going on. Inside, Molag Bal spoke and commanded me to kill Tyranus. I didn't want to, but he was so scared that he tried to kill me!

After I killed him (Talos, forgive me!), I journeyed down to the altar of Molag Bal in the basement. Molag Bal entrapped me while I tried grab his mace and told me that he wanted revenge on his rival Boethiah and her followers. He wanted me to lure Logrolf the Willful, priest of Boethiah to him so he can take his soul.

I didn't have much choice - dragons are attacking and I'm the only one who can stop them. The only way I was ever going to do that is if I agree to this so that I could get out of the really, really scary spikey trap.

Logrolf the Willful was located at a Forsworn camp nearby. I freed him (not one word of thanks) and he immediately ran to Markarth.

Once back inside the abandoned house, I found Logrolf trapped in the really really scary spikey trap and Molag Bal told me take up his mace and bash Logrolf to death. Logrolf submitted his soul to Molag Bal, and in thanks, the Daedra gave me the true Mace of Molag Bal.

I felt sick, after doing what I did. But if I hadn't... I would have been killed. And these dragons... I'm the only one who can stop them. I did what I had to do to survive. I hope the Gods can see that and forgive me.

Anyway, I should go. I have to leave for the Thalmor Embassy soon.

Location: Thalmor Embassy
11th of Rain's Hand
10:00am

As much as Kayleigh Leanne hated being without her Studded Armor, she had no choice. She had to look like a guest, and this was the only way, so she went with it, grudgingly. The carriage came to a stop and she got down from it. She thanked the driver and walked up to the Thalmor Guard.

"Welcome to the Thalmor Embassy. Your invitation, ma'am." He was wearing a full set of Elven Armor. Kayleigh assumed that all of them would be wearing those.

"Here it is." She handed it to him, with the nicest and sweetest face and smile she could uphold. Every fiber in her body wanted her to take out every Thalmor she saw.

He took a quick glance. "Thank you, ma'am. Go right in."

"Thanks." She headed up the steps and to the main door. She entered the Embassy and was almost immediately greeted by an elder Thalmor. Kayleigh instantly had a strong feeling about who she was looking at - Elenwen.

"Welcome!" Elenwen greeted with a wide and genuine smile. "I don't believe we've met. I am Elenwen, the Thalmor Ambassador to Skyrim. And you are…?" She left that open for Kayleigh to answer.

"Kayleigh. It's a pleasure." Kayleigh managed to muster a smile.

"Ah, yes! Kayleigh. I remember your name from the guest list," Elenwen said. "Please, tell me: what brings you to this… ugh…" She then looked disgusted as she tried to get the next words out. "To Skyrim?"

Kayleigh was about to give her a mouthful when Malborn, standing behind the nearby bar counter, interrupted them about the stock of the alto wine. Elenwen immediately dismissed it and returned to Kayleigh. "My apologizes. We'll have to talk later."

"Not a problem, ma'am."

"Please, enjoy yourself." So saying, she walked off to entertain the other wealthy guests of Skyrim.

"What can I get for you, miss?"

She turned her attention to him, her usually-dominant tone lowered. "That Thalmor is asking for it! Did you see how she talked about Skyrim?"

"Look, you can't afford to get caught! You're going to have to deal with it for now!" The Bosmer told her in a grim manner, hoping to the Gods that he himself would not get caught. "I'll be ready by this door," There was one located right behind him. "Create a distraction and we can go."

Distraction? "Any ideas?"

"First, mingle around the guests so that you don't draw attention. But you might want to talk to him." Malborn's eyes directed her to a lone man sitting on a bench. "Name's Razelan, if I'm not wrong. He responds to drinks."

"Drinks, eh?" Kayleigh raised an eyebrow. "Maybe he'll feel like doing me a favor. Give me the best wine you've got." After receiving a full goblet from Malborn, she headed on over to the man who can absolutely no clue about her plans for him.

"You look like you've seen better days," She commented, flashing a half-smile.

"Ya think?" He slurred. Kayleigh could not tell if he was down on his luck or just already drunk. "What does a fellah need to do to get a drink around here?"

"Oh!" She then raised her goblet. "Well, it seems like I've got too much wine. You can take mine, if you'd like."

"Would I!" He accepted the goblet gratefully. "The one generous soul amongst these pinch-pennies! If there ANYTHING I can do for, don't hesitate to ask!"

"Really?" Kayleigh settled next to him, keeping her half-smile and fluttering her eyes. "Anything?"

"Aaaanything!" The man was already halfway through the goblet.

"Alright then. I need you to create a little scene to get everyone's attention for a little bit. Think you can that for me?"

He chuckled amiably at that. "Is that all? Ha! You can say that creating scenes are my specialty!"

"Really?" She gasped in delight. "That's wonderful! Whenever you're ready, handsome."

"Then stand back and behold my handiwork, beautiful!" He got up, not with a little struggle and stood in the middle of the room. "Attention, everyone! Could I have your attention, please? I have an announcement to make! I'd like to propose a toast to Elenwen! Our mistress!"

Kayleigh's eyes widened at that.

"I speak figuratively, of course! Nothing could be more unlikely than someone wanting to actually have her in their bed... Although… most of you are already in bed with her! But I speak figuratively… of course!"

That was more than enough for the two Thalmor guards that were present in the room to walk over to him, weapons drawn.

I'm out! Kayleigh quickly and quietly made her way to the bar counter, where Malborn waited for her at the back door. "Let's go, before anyone sees us!" Upon entering, he shut the door behind him. He led Kayleigh into the kitchen and through another door where a lone chest sat. "Your gear is in that chest. I need to head back now. Go through this door right here," He pointed to the one opposite the chest. "Do what you need to do. Good luck. You're on your own."

In record time, Kayleigh put on her studded armor, ancient Nord gauntlets and leather boots. She equipped her Mace of Molag Bal on her right hand, and the destruction spell 'Firebolt' on the other. "Time to go to work."