Targets: LL, TS, QV, JS, UP, GT, LQ, DS, RI, LF

First Floor - Ballroom

The grand estate buzzes with laughter, clinking glasses, and the rustle of fine silks as the week-long matchmaking party sprawls across candlelit halls and shadowed gardens. You've slipped in seamlessly. Disguised as a minor noble from some forgotten backwater, the invitation courtesy of the Dark Brotherhood. No one suspects a thing.

In your private room, a sealed letter waits on the nightstand, the black wax stamped with the Night Mother's silhouette.

Sanguine, my child,

You have been sent to this estate to take the lives of those owed to Sithis. The noble Q'ira Velvet-Paw, her two attendants, and all her guests must die. You are forbidden from using blade or bow. Use your cunning. Arrange accidents, poison food and drink, seduce the weak to kill for you, and above all, do not let them know it is you until only one remains.

Sithis guide you.

The fools are throwing a week-long binge of wine, lust, and hopeful matchmaking. Perfect cover to take your time, enjoy the moment, and deliver each soul to the Void with a smile.

You arrive at the ballroom just as Q'ira Velvet-Paw finishes her welcome speech. The elegant Khajiit stands at the head of the room, her golden fur gleaming under the chandelier light. Her two Argonian attendants, a muscular male and a curvy female, flank her obediently.

"Sweet guests," Q'ira purrs, her voice silky and laced with playful hunger, "this week is for passion, and for finding who truly belongs to you... for how long is up to you. Drink, dance, taste. My home is yours." She flashes a fanged smile, tail curling behind her as the crowd applauds. Guests begin to disperse, some slipping off toward private chambers or the gardens, others lingering in the ballroom and Grand Entrance Hall.

Q'ira remains at the front with her two Argonian attendants, scanning the room with sharp eyes. This is the perfect moment to get to know some of your prey.