Aventus: Please, how long must I do this? I keep praying, Night Mother. Why won't you answer me? 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.
Player: Yeah. That.
Aventus: It took so long, so very long. But now that you're here, you can accept my contract. My mother, she died. I'm all alone now. So they sent me to that terrible orphanage in Riften, Honorhall. The head mistress is an evel, cruel woman. They call her Grelod the Kind. But she's not kind. She's 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.
Player: This kid is into some dark stuff.
Aventus: 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.
Player: What's this book? How to summon the Dark Brotherhood. So we're headed back to Riften. Let's try to do this discreetly.
Grelod the Kind: Those who shirk their duties will get an extra beating. Do I make myself clear?
Children: Yes, Grelod.
Grelod the Kind: 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 the Kind: That's better. Now scurry off, my little guttersnipes.
Player: Run along now kids. Uncle Sops got some business to take care of.
Constance Michel: You really shouldn't be in here.
Player: Oh, all right.
Grelod the Kind: 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 of us get adopted. Especially not since Aventus took off.
Player: So she heads out for a little walk here. This is totally not suspicious looking. What's up?
Hroar: Someone has killed the Grelod.
Player: The kids don't seem to mind. Well, let's go back to Windhelm and tell him the good news.
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.
Player: Your reward is the Aretino family heirloom. I don't think it does anything. You just sell it. I am pooped with all that dragon slaying and orphanage matron killing. Let's have a little lie down here.
Astrid: Sleep well? Does it matter? You're warm, dry, and still very much alive. That's more than can be said for old Grelod. Half of Skyrim knows. Old hag gets butchered in her own orphanage? Things like that tend to get around. Oh, but don't misunderstand. I'm not criticizing. It was a good kill. Old crone had it coming. And you saved a group of urchins, to boot. But there is a slight problem. You see, that little Aretino boy was looking for the Dark Brotherhood, for me, and my associates. Grelod the Kind was, by all rights, a Dark Brotherhood contract. A kill that you stole. A kill you must repay. Well now, funny you should ask. If you turn around you'll notice my guests. I've collected them from, well, that's not really important. The here and now, that's what matters. You see, there's a contract out on one of them, and that person can't leave this room alive. But which one? Go on, see if you can figure it out.