The Silverpeak Lodge has a contract. One target. One goal. Grelod the Kind must go.

Look, we tried to be clever about it. The plan was simple: free the orphans, arm them, let them handle their own vengeance. Poetic justice. Beautiful, really.

Except apparently Skyrim's children are COWARDS. Gave them lightsabers. LIGHTSABERS. From a galaxy far, far away. These kids looked at the woman who made their lives miserable every single day, weapons of pure Sith energy in hand… and RAN. Every single time. The audacity.

So fine. FINE. The children have failed us. The Force is not strong with this orphanage.

That means it falls to YOU, the brave and slightly unhinged members of the Silverpeak Lodge, to do what a bunch of traumatized kids with space swords somehow couldn't.

The contract is open. The target is Grelod. The method? Completely up to you. Sword, arrow, Thu'um, aggressive sweetroll, we don't care. Get creative. Get chaotic. Get it done.

Post your kills. Let Tamriel bear witness.

Nazeem is still on the list too, but one war crime at a time.

The Lodge will remember your service. The children will not, because they're too busy cowering in a corner somewhere. Ungrateful.