This is a rewrite, seeing as a few journal pages were ruined.
After hearing word of Aventus Arenito, I took Windhelm. Upon entering, I found the town itself to be quite… Sullen. I allowed myself to look upon the stone walls of the town, seeing many of the homeless standing at fire pits in the town. They, of course, only begged for coin, or drink. I blessed a few with a few coin, before deciding to ask around about the boy. One woman pointed me to a barren looking home, that looked to be uninhabited. I thanked the kind woman, and ascended the stone steps. I found the door to the home to be unlocked, and pushed in with ease.
“Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me, for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood in fear.” Chanting. My partner, Faendal, expressed his concern with a scowl. “I’ve heard that chant.” Was all he sneered. Looking about the home, it was obvious if anyone lived there, they sure didn’t keep the house up. Faendal and I climbed the stairs, to find a boy crouched over a skeleton as he chanted over and over. I quietly approached, clearing my throat to make myself known.
“It worked! I knew you’d come!” He exclaimed when he saw me, before standing. The boy could not be more than ten. He gave me his tale of woe, of his mother’s death, and a cruel woman keeping him in an orphanage. A woman known as Grelod the Kind. He told me he managed to escape her horrid grasp, and escaped back to his own home, where he tried to contact the Dark Brotherhood. Ah. There it was. That name again. He seemed to think I was a part of it.
“You can kill mean ol’ Grelod, can’t you mister?” He asked, practically begging. I gave him a smile, and told him to consider the deed done. Overjoyed, he continued praise of the Dark Brotherhood. I bid him my farewell, and decided to head over to Riften to pay Grelod the ‘Kind’ a visit.