The Evil Queen
Wyman had just returned to his home in Windhelm after returning to the Aretino boy. Killing Grellod the kind was by far his favorite quest, because she was a bitch. But now he was exhausted, he couldn't remember the last time he slept.
He let himself change into simple clothes as he drug himself up the stairs and collapsed on the bed. He knew he'd be kidnapped, but couldn't find it in himself to care.
When he woke and shook the darkness from his head, he peered sleepily to the masked woman in the corner. "What? Where am I?" His brain wasn't working properly as he tried to wake up.
"Does it matter? You're warm, dry, and still very much alive. That's more than can be said for old Grlod, hmm?"
"Okay?"
"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." Wyman was silent as his brain began to wake up. " You see, that 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."
"You want me to kill someone?" He was still tired and getting cranky. Gods, he needed to get laid. "Who?"
"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." Astrid shook her head to bring herself to the present. "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. Make your choice. Make your kill. I just want to observe and admire."
Wyman turned as he grabbed an extra dagger. Three bound and bagged people were kneeled facing him. He didn't care who they were, he killed them all. He was tired and didn't really want to think.
"Well, well, aren't we the over achiever. Three possibilities, three victims. Must have been one of them, right? So why take chances..."
"You told me to kill and I killed," he offered up.
"Indeed, for you, my friend, seem to understand what's truly important. When I give an order to spill blood, you follow it. No questions. No remorse."
"Can I go now?"
"Of course. And you've repaid your debt in full. Here's the key to the shack." She handed him a skeleton key. "But why stop here? I say we take our relationship to the next level. I would like to officially extend to you an invitation to join my Family. The Dark Brotherhood. In the southwest reaches of Skyrim, in the Pine Forest, you'll fond the entrance to our Sanctuary. It's just beneath the road, hidden from view. When questioned by the Black Door, answer with the correct pass phrase: 'Silence, my brother.' Then you're in. And your new life begins. I'll see you at home," she said as she jumped off the shelf and left him in the shack.
Wyman shook his his head. "I can't believe I didn't kill her," he said as he sat on the rickety old bed the shack provided. He curled up among the old blankets and musty furs to get his 'Gods' damned' sleep.