Grimvar: Then it's true, what everyone is saying? That Aventus Arentiro is doing the Black Sacrament? Trying to summon the Dark Brotherhood?
Idesa: Oh, Grimvar, always with the nonsense. No, no of course not. Those are just tales.
Grimvar: Fine. Then I'll invite him out to play. He lives right there. I'm going to knock on his door.
Idesa: No, child! Wait! That boy, that house they are cursed!
Grimvar: Ha! Then I'm right! I knew it. He's trying to have somebody killed!
Idesa: All right, I won't deny it, child. What you heard is true. But Aventus Arentiro walks a dark path. His actions can lead only to ruin. Now, enough. We will speak no more of this. I am the only friend you need.
Aventus: Please, how long must I do this? I keep praying, Night Mother. Why won't you answer me? You've come at last! I knew you would! It worked! I knew you'd come! I just knew it! I did the Black Sacrament, over and over. With the body and the things. And then you came! An assassin from the Dark Brotherhood! It took so long. So very long. But now that you're here, you can accept my contract. My mother she ... she died. I ... I'm all alone. So they sent me to that terrible orphanage in Riften, Honorhall. The headmistress is an evil, cruel woman . They call her Grelod the Kind, but she's not kind. She terrible to all of us. So I ran away and came home. And performed the Black Sacrament. Now you're here! And you can kill Grelod the Kind!
Please hurry. To be honest I'm kind of lonely here. As much as I hated getting sent to Honorhall, I really miss my friends there.
Grelod the Kind: Those who shirk their duties will get an extra beating. Do I make myself clear?
Children: Yes, Grelod.
Grelod: And one more thing! I will hear no more talk of adoptions! None of you riff-raff is getting adopted. Ever! Nobody needs you, nobody wants you. That my darlings is why you're here. Why you will always be here, until the day you come of age and get thrown into that wide, horrible world. Now, what do you all say?
Children: We love you, Grelod. Thank you for your kindness.
Grelod: That's better. Now, scurry off my little guttersnipes.
Constance: You really shouldn't be here.
Grelod: What do you want? You have no ...
Samuel: Come to get yourself a kid? You're out of luck. No way Grelod will let any us get adopted. Especially not since Aventus took off.
Hroar: Someone has killed Grelod!
Aventus: Well? Grelod the Kind, is she you know? Aha! I knew you could do it! I just knew it! I knew the Dark Brotherhood would save me! Here, just like I promised. This should fetch you a nice price. And thank you. Thank you again.
Lydia: Honor to you, my Thane.
Astrid: Sleep well?