Amalthea has been slowly meandering through the Main Questline. She’s been holding off on Diplomatic Immunity for quite a few levels, because quests that require stealth are the only things in Nirn that truly scare her. Recently, she succumbed to her Dragonborn destiny and finally agreed to help Delphine with her plan to sneak into the Thalmor Embassy.
The last of the Blades believed that the Thalmor might have something to do with the return of the dragons, and needed Amalthea to go undercover to a reception at the Thalmor Embassy and search for evidence.
“But can I get fingered as a non-spy?”
And so, like a porn-star Cinderella wearing grotesquely ugly shoes, Amalthea clambored up into a carriage and went to the ball.
And almost immediately ran into some cooze wearing her outfit – right down to the fucking clogs.
Shaking off the indignity, Amalthea focused on her mission. She needed to create a distraction so that she could sneak into the depths of the embassy. After considering a few possibilities, Amalthea decided to rely on the old adage that crazy women stick together, and convinced Jarl Idgrod Ravencrone to help her.
Distraction achieved, Amalthea ditched the party and recovered her stealth gear. It really just served as pretty decoration, since this is how Amalthea does subterfuge.
Amalthea’s search led her into the embassy’s dungeon. She was immediately enchanted by this lovely torture rack. Mmmm, and the lighting is just perrrrfect…sigh… It’s unfortunate that Amalthea will never get the chance to use it.
Sadly, this was the only available dialogue choice.
Having recovered proof that the Thalmor knew absolutely nothing about the Dragon Crisis, Amalthea went back to Riverwood to thank Delphine for wasting her time and almost getting her killed. Fucking factions and their conspiracy theories.
pretty girls kill things 