When Amalthea received an invitation to a museum in Dawnstar, she should have known that it would turn into her playing gofer for yet another lazy and/or cowardly Skyrim citizen. (Back home in Hammerfell, people fetch their own damn Daedric artifacts.)
Silus, the overenthusiastic Mystic Dawn scholar, initially couched his request as a simple clear-some-ruins-and-recover-some-items mission – specifically, recover the dissembled and scattered pieces of Mehrunes’ Razor, a dagger that once belonged to Silus’s family. Silus’s family, by the way, was involved in that whole nasty Uriel Septim assassination business to set off the Oblivion Crisis. Yes, he comes from a long line of cultists who carried out the will of Mehrunes Dagon, the Daedric Prince of destruction, change, and revolution.
Amalthea’s all about destruction and change, but revolution requires too much planning and (worst of all) working with other people. And while, yes, she does love the Daedric Princes, she loves them best like one loves one’s family – from a distance. She’s a firm believer in the separation between Nirn and Oblivion. So, already not predisposed to look upon Mythic Dawn fanatics fondly, Amalthea was further irritated when Silus revealed that he’d been holding out on her.
Goddammit. Is anyone in Skyrim on the level?
Apparently Silus needed someone to hold his hand on the way to the Shrine of Mehrunes Dagon, where he repaired the dagger and attempted to speak to the Daedric Prince. Hilariously, Mehrunes refused to answer the bookish Imperial.
Silus then made the last big mistake of his life by telling Amalthea to try speaking to Mehrunes Dagon.
Sure thing, Mr. Dagon. 
Yeah, but Amalthea is Frank Sinatra, bitch. She does it her way.
Mehrunes was appreciative, and he encouraged Amalthea to go forth and…well, pretty much continue doing what she’d been doing.
Nothing makes a girl hotter than being called “a worthy tool.” Purrrrr…
Nothing, that is, except for shiny gifts! Especially of the pointy stabby variety!
pretty girls kill things 