Daud

We knew nothing of Delilah, except that we found a whaling ship by that name. A tenuous connection, but where the Outsider’s word is concerned there are no coincidences. We discovered the ship was named after a woman who once walked the halls of Dunwall Tower with Jessamine Kaldwin. Later she became a painter – an apprentice of Sokolov himself – until she snared an aristocratic patron named Arnold Timsh.

We met with Timsh’s niece, who offered us information on Delilah in exchange for eliminating her uncle. Removing aristocrats was our specialty, so our master agreed. With Barrister Arnold Timsh gone, his niece divulged everything she knew. Delilah was much more than a painter and she was hiding in the old Brigmore Manor outside the city.

But by then we were too late. Delilah anticipated our threat. For some time she had been working her corruptive influence on the best of us: the assassin Billie Lurk. Delilah turned Lurk against us and together they sold us out to the Overseers. When we returned to our hideout in the Flooded District we were swarmed by gold masks and hounds. But Daud is quick and wise in our trade. In the end, he kept us alive, though there were losses.

Now our resources are strained. Some of the men are grumbling. I see the strain on Daud’s face. Killing the Empress, handing over her daughter – those are not easy burdens to bear. And Lurk’s betrayal weighs on him heavily. His sleep is troubled by curses and shouts.

Now we make preparations to strike back at Delilah. She is planning something in Brigmore, something that affects everyone in the Isles. And she will be expecting us. Like our master, she shares her gifts from the Outsider with those who follow her. How many are they, I wonder?

I have no secrets from my master. My loyalty is without question. But I fear these may be the last days of the Whalers. Perhaps the last days of Daud."

Seriously, Thomas? The last days of Daud? I taught you better than that. Like the old man is going to just drop dead on us.

Fox

You were always my favorite brat. You may be a handful of trouble but you are smart, quick, and clever, just like your namesake. Run fast little one. The path you're going down will only destroy you. So get out now while you can. Get out and stay out. Revenge is not worth your life. Trust me on this one.

Little brother watch over Thomas. He pushes himself too hard, you're the only one left now he'll listen to. Daud will run him ragged. Get him to relax and breathe.

And one last thing little brother, your secret will always be safe with me. Forgive me.

The Outsider

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