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, and came...home. And performed the Black Sacrament. Now you’re here! And you can kill Grelod the Kind!”I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking how wonderful a place Ulfric had made here where children wanted, needed, to kill people or have them killed. In the silence, Aventus said, “To be honest, I’m sort of lonely here. I’d like to go back to the orphanage. Kaden never told me that I should lose weight, wear my hair in a certain way, or act a different way. I did not try to change him either. We accepted each other just the way we were both good and bad qualities. It was one of the few sunny days in April when it was not raining. For the first time since I could remember, the overly cheerful weather did not bother me. I was too occupied with the company gallantly escorting me to my class. Tabitha and Kaden had not met each other yet. The last. But it definitely had an impact on my desire to make a trip up to Des Moines to look for an apartment. Midnight offered a 'midnight express', but I was worried about being able to explain my movements if those I spoke to in Des Moines compared notes with those I knew in Kansas City.Becka came through in the end, borrowing her dad's car for an overnight trip. It meant taking her with me of course, but other than her parent's potential disapproval, which I presumed I'd managed to avoid or her dad. “Nah, theirs a heap of us up on the other side of the ramp, the more, the merrier,” my host informed me. So I climbed back in the boat. I soon found myself included in a group of about thirty people ranging from about seventy down to seven months and every colour of the human rainbow.The main family group that my host was part of were the Watson family. The rest of them were mates, girlfriends and in-laws. I was soon handed a beer and bombarded with polite questions.I found a burger being.