Cicero Sounds: The Elder Scrolls V - Skyrim Edit

Alright then.

And kill them in his honor.

And you help me. You help. For Cicero. You talked to Lori's and got him to fix my wheel.

Are we alone?

Brother

But you disappeared, you were there. Then you weren't. Did you mean to help or Cicero? And not? I'm left to wonder.

But you wouldn't know anything about that. Would you know? No, of course not, because then Cicero would get angry, and that would be ugly.

Cicero is hungry.

Cicero is just the keeper I keep. I look after armatron you see the night Mother. I keep her clean and protected and happy.

Cicero likes you. Oh yes, Cicero likes you indeed.

Cicero Sounds: The Elder Scrolls V - Skyrim Sound

Cicero Sounds: The Elder Scrolls V - Skyrim Sound

Cicero Sounds: The Elder Scrolls V - Skyrim Sound

Cicero Sounds: The Elder Scrolls V - Skyrim Sound

Cicero Sounds: The Elder Scrolls V - Skyrim Sound

Cicero Sounds: The Elder Scrolls V - Skyrim Sound

Cicero Sounds: The Elder Scrolls V - Skyrim Sound

Cicero will show you who's scary.

Cicero would get angry.

Cicero.

Dear Cicero, will keep you from harm, sweet mother, forever and always.

Did you mean to help us Cicero or not?

Does Cicero bid you farewell?

Does it involve sneaking and stabbing who? Please say yes.

Farewell, farewell.

For someone called the listener, you do an awful lot of shouting.

Greetings, listener.

Ha ha ha.

He is.

Hello hello, so very good to meet you.

Hello hello.

Hey.

How can Cicero be of service?

How may I serve the listener?

I am I am.

I smoke 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.

I'm bleeding.

Is there tickles?

It doesn't matter.

It is Cicero.

It's true, it's true. Tonight Mother has spoken the silence has been broken. The listener has been chosen.

Listener!

Looks like sisserou's, not the only one to go a little crazy from time to time.

Lori's

Me.

Mother needs me after all.

Need a sweet roll?

Need something?

No hurts when I laugh.

No one will hear us disturb us.

No time to talk now. My friend. No time I'll mistress needs tending keeping.

No yes yes yes.

No yes yes yes. Thank you. Thank you, thank you.

No, another member of the family.

No, but you didn't help or Cicero, you help the stupid farmer. Stupid laureus. Oh the God said cruel things about us untrue things.

No, I do wish to get to know you better, but I must tend to mother. Maybe we can talk for just a moment.

No, of course not.

No, thank you kind stranger.

No.

No.

Nothing else, I'm always eager.

Oh

Oh

Oh yes, goodbye goodbye.

Oh yes, it is Cicero.

Oh yes.

Oh yes.

Oh yes.

Oh, but Cicero can talk to you. You've been naughty, naughty.

Oh, of course.

Oh, you may have please me, but you have surely pleased the night Mother and her mother. She will never forget.

Oils it preserves it, keeps it safe.

Ooh so silent so missing.

Or a carrot?

Sister

So do if I did I did Cicero's old war.

So polite, so nice. Cicero likes you.

So very good to meet you.

Someone lied, someone told the Guard for Cicero did something he did not.

Stupid farmer and his stupid tools. And why won't he help us?

That tickles.

The night Mother is part of you now you get to hear voices inside your head.

The Undying spirit of a great woman who birthed the children of sickness.

This is a role can talk for a moment, just a moment. Then mother must be tended too.

Wait, oh wait, I know you. Yes yes. From the road Cicero never forgets a face.

What?

What?

Who is the nice mother?

Who's there?

Why talk Cicero has nothing to say to you. Call it a matter of trust.

With pleasure my listener.

With pleasure.

Yes.

You are an inspiration to know that.

You do an awful lot of shouting.

You get to hear voices inside your head.

You have Cicero's at most confidence.

You have violated the sanctity of the night mother's coffin. Explain yourself.

You have violated the sentate of the Night Mother's tomb. Explain yourself.

You help the stupid farmer. Stupid laureus. Oh the God said cruel things about us untrue things.

You of course no that the night Mother is our unholy matron.

You require the services of the full of hearts.

You want me to do something?

You've been naughty, naughty.