Within a weeks time The Companions, Lydia, Aela, Myself and a couple of other stragglers are traveling to Riften. I don't know who left Farkas take the lead but we ended up in Windhelm. I haven't been back to that city in years the only time I was there is when I met Vex, Got arrested and then sent to Helgen.
"Well we might as well stay the night. We can also pick up more supplies considering were going to have quite a journey." Ria suggest out of all the Companions she surprised me the most, she is level headed not easily tempered.
Our group grunts in agreement and we head towards the inn. Just inside the gate I overheard a guard speaking to a nervous women.
"Do you have any proof of the Aretino boy doing anything illegal elf?" He ask his tone flat and layered with distaste.
"No but we hear things… Like chanting and a hallow cry that matches the boy. Please it's making the Cruel-Sea family nervous and bothering me as well." She begins pleading
"Maybe if I got something in return for looking… say, for a Dark Elf you have quite the form… Could be our little secret and will both get something out of it." The guard purrs to the dark elf causing her to give a nervous glance at her surroundings bloody hell she is actually considering it.
"I can look." I say before I even knew I said the words.
"Really?!" The dark elf ask a smile dawning on her face.
"Sure, No problem I don't even want anything in return. Can you take me to this house? I'm afraid I don't know my way around Windhelm."
"Of Course… Follow me" She says taking my hand
I nod to Lydia to let her know that I will catch up with them and I disappear around the corner following the dark elf's lead.
"Thanks for that, I normally don't consider that but it's getting on my last nerve. You're different from the other Nords who walk through these streets. Most of them don't have time for my kind." She begins
"Im not full Nord… I'm actually part Dark Elf." I say to the women she watches my face until she finally see's my eyes do their trick the flicks of red shine through.
"Beautiful" she whispers coming to a stop. "Well… Here we are."
"Okay thank you… Ill take a look and if necessary I will bring the guards into it. Hopefully I will see you around." I give her a smile and turn my attention to the door. A simple novice lock, Vex would say its just taunting people to pick it. Within a few seconds the lock pops off and the door breaches open. Nothing could have prepared me for my next task.
"Sweet Mother, Sweet Mother, send your child onto me for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear." I heard a voice of the young man bounce off the walls.
I quietly make my way up the stairs careful not to make them creek. I could hear the sound of iron smashing into a hard surface causing a grunt to come from the source of the voice.
I walk into a small well lived in room the minute I reach the top floor I am overwhelmed by the smell of death.
"Die Grelod! Die!" The chant continues a harsh tone to it. I turn into an entrance and see a boy. He couldn't be any older then ten. He was holding a simple iron dagger above a corps. A book opened with a nightshade for a book mark.
"Are you the Aretino boy?" I ask with my dagger drawn incase this turns bad.
"Wow! An assassin from the Dark brotherhood! You came it actually worked! I knew you would come I just knew it!" The boy drops the knife and runs to hug my legs.
"Hmmm… Assassin I like the sound of that…" I begin
"No worries you don't have to say anything! There's no need. You're here, so I know you'll accept my contract."
"Uhm… Contract? To do what?" I ask causing the boy to laugh
"My mother she… she died. I… I'm all alone now. 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's terrible. To all of us, so I ran away, I came home. I studied and learned the Black Sacrament. Now you're here! You will kill Grelod the Kind!"
"Is… Is that you're mother? The skeleton on the ground?" I ask I couldn't imagine doing that to my mother. Even on her worse days she is family.
"Yes, I couldn't afford to give her a proper send off so… I put her to good use. I plan on trying to cremate her when I can afford it. It wont be easy but I hope to do it."
"Look kid Ill make you a deal. I will hand you the money now if you make me one promise." I begin when I look at him he is following my every word.
"If you ever need help you will go to any inn, guard or shithis even the jarl. Ask for the Dragon born. Tell them to get ahold of me if they want a price tell them I'll pay it when I get them but you cant under no circumstances tell people it was me who is killing Grelod. Just continue to say Assassin.
"Okay I promise but please do it soon. It's so lonely here I miss the other kids and Constance she's real good to us."
I hand the boy almost a thousand gold. His mother will only cost hime three-hundred but he's going to need some help to get back to Riften. I light the fire and escape into the night it amazes me on how cold it become in an hours time. I follow the street and find the inn parked right in the middle of the city.
I enter the doors to Candlehearth hall the sound of music, and spirits high in the air. Two gentle man sat at the small bar in the front bashing the dark elves and praising the Stormcloaks.
"Has a major party checked in?" I ask the bartender she glares at me and points to the upper deck. I follow suit up the stairs and I'm met with The top floor is busting with excitement the Companions are trading their famous battle story's, most of them aimed towards Aela I guess due to the event. I settle in beside my Housecarl and I begin to drink through out the night and fake my interest in the stories. However, I am just more into what the boy has asked me to do.