[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!]
Kadra displays the length of her trilingualism*, immediately does the opposite of what any given prince tells her to do.