[Long description: Kadra finds herself out in the far northern reaches of Skyrim, trying to get the tundra's attention by banging her shield against a felled log.

Kadra: Hi! Hello?? Drem yol lok.

Kadra, speaking Daedric: B-bond and blood.

Kadra: Probably butchered that one.

She gets insistent.

Kadra: Dagon's disembodied voice told me to kill you!

Kadra: But my brother raised me right, and I'm not in the habit of listening to murderous daedra!]