"UP! GET UP! YOU WORTHLESS SNOT-NOSED BRATS AREN'T WORTH THE MUCK IN THE CANALS!" Runa heard Grelod screeching the first thing in the morning.
Every day. Grelod was the meanest, most wretched woman on Nirn. No doubt. Runa got out of her rickety bed and sighed. Grelod turned to her.
"Oh, do I bore you, Ms. Runa?!" she accused.
"N-no, Mrs. Grelod. I promise it wont' happen again."
"That's it! No dinner tonight! NONE!" Runa frowned and walked over to the closet and picked up her broom. She had to sweep the floors, wash Grelod's gem collection and make the beds.
The day was a wretched as any other day. She toiled endlessly in the stuffy orphanage. I was especially bad when Grelod stood over her and harassed her as she labored to polish her precious gems. Finally, the day was done. She walked to her bed and layed down, as the other orphans settled down for the day. Hroar walked up to her. "Hey, Runa. Have this." He pulled a piece of bread out of his pocket. Runa's stomach growled.
"Thanks, Hroar." "Go to sleep! NOW!" Grelod cried from the next room over. The orphans scattered and jumped in bed. Another day in hell is over.
That night, Runa awoke in a half-asleep haze as she heard a shout and a wet noise, like someone sliced open a flask of water. Then, a thud. Runa ignored it and fell back asleep.
The next morning, Runa awoke to screaming. No, not the normal screaming. Scared screaming. It was Constance Michel. Runa raced into Grelod's room to see her body, beheaded by an unknown stranger in the night. Constance was terrified, while everyone else was delighted. Amidst all the chaos, someone walked in. He was an Imperial, but was built like a Nord, tall and very muscular. He had a goatee and 3 vertical scars on the right side of his face. He wore Ebony armor, boots, and gauntlets. He also wore a steel horned helmet.
From that moment she saw that stranger, her life was changed.