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Talon:
My name is Talon.

I'm the last Blackblood,
or so I've been told.

I escaped when Everit Dred
killed all my people.

I cut off the points of my ears
to hide in plain sight.

A tiny creature
lives inside me,

passed to me
by my dying mother.

It gives me the power to open
portals to another world

and summon powerful demons
called Lu-Qiri.

But I can only summon them
when I have their names,

something that's proving
to be a challenge.

The Prime Order wants me dead,
but I've found sanctuary

at the farthest edge
of the Realm in a place known
as the Outpost.

Mistress: Previously on
"The Outpost"...

- You're alive.
- We need to leave.

Garret, what is going on?

What are you doing?

Admit the truth.
You are no queen.

- Talon: Garret's got Gwynn.
- I am coming with you.

She left you
on your wedding day,

and after all that,
you still want to rescue her.

This key unlocks a great power
that could solve the problems
of our people and your Queen.

I think it belongs to shrine
called Vor-Anden.

Let's go get it.

- Captain Spears?
- Lock him away.
And double the guards.

I know every guard
in the Outpost.
I don't know you.

I'd keep that bow ready
if I were you.

Not to mention the place
is crawling with Prime Order.

Don't you worry.
From this position,

I could put a bolt
between a human's eyes
before you can blink.

It has a baby.

Thank you.

Don't talk to it.

Whoever you are,
thank you.

Talon: I'd forgotten
what it was like.

Humans.

You can save their baby
and they still hate you.

They don't hate you.
They're afraid of you.

Must be these terrifying
pointy ears.

I demand you honor the deal.

Whether you marry
the fool or not,

Tobin's lands are all mine.

You can't expect Tobin
to still marry her

after she absconded
with another man.

Oh, she was kidnapped!

Kidnapped?
It looked very much to me
like she went willingly.

- Mistress: No, she--
- Enough!

Now if Lord Milus takes
a moment to calm down,

maybe something satisfactory
could be negotiated.

There now.
Doesn't that feel better?

What do you offer?

And what do you expect
in return?

Well, for a start,
I expect patience.

Your deal may be
fully honored in time.

Meaning you would
still marry him.

He must get well
before that decision is made.

And if he doesn't survive?

Tobin is receiving
the finest possible care.

Aye, from your son
the barkeep.

Just the sort of
medication he's used to.

- You--
- Elinor.

- Elinor.
- Enough talk.

I want a written deed
to Tobin's lands tonight.

Or else you'll what?

I was promised all your lands
because you'd be king.

Yeah, well, that deal's
off the table for now.

Not a problem, cousin.

You stay here with these women
and play house.

I'll just take my army
and go and take what's mine.

There will be a reckoning.

You know, your, uh--
your eyes aren't dilating
like they should.

There's nothing wrong
with me, Janzo.

Listen, if you don't want
my help, I've got much more
important things to be doing,

like curing the Plaguelings,
for example.

Well, then maybe
you should get on that,

because there is nothing
wrong with me

except that I know the truth
and you do not.

Fine! Rot in here.

There goes our last hope
of victory.

What, Milus?
We're better off without him.

We needed his men.

You still have mine.

Yes, the question is why,
after what I did to you?

You're the rightful queen,

the best and only way
to take back the Realm.

It doesn't have anything
to do with the fact

that you're past the point
of no return

when it comes to
the Prime Order?

That, too.

I'd forgotten
what they looked like.

I guess I take them
for granted.

- What?
- How old were you

when you cut the points off?

I don't know.

Probably ten.

- Did it hurt?
- Obviously.

I meant emotionally.

You must have felt like
you were cutting off
a piece of who you were.

Mostly I just wanted
to blend in to survive.

As far as I knew,
I was the last one left.

And do you regret it now?

Now that you know
there are more of us?

How can I regret something
that kept me alive?

I haven't touched one
since I was a kid.

They're a lot softer
than I remember.

You've never touched
a Blackblood man at all,
have you?

Can't be all that different
to a human man.

Well, you see, there's
a bond between Blackbloods

that you'll never get
with a human.

Well?

There's the one
with devil's ears.

- Ten against two.
- Always liked a good challenge.

I'd run if I was you.

That was fun.

What was?

Fighting side by side
with another Blackblood.

Come on, admit it.
It was fun.

Yeah, I guess
it was kind of nice.

One of my affiliates
informed me

that Milus' army
left the city two days ago.

- One of your affiliates?
- Yes.

Do you think he's making
a move on our-- your lands?

Tobin's been gone from home
a long time.

What's to stop Milus
taking more than
he was promised?

He can never breach
my city walls.

Each of my men are worth
three of his.

What, without someone
to lead them?

I'm not leaving here,
if that's what
you're getting at.

What if the Prime Order
attacks the Outpost?

I think there's no reason
why Lord Tobin should leave.

Thank you.

After all, he does have
his trusted advisor.

My most esteemed sister
Gertie can head home

and look after his affairs.

I belong by my Lord's side.

You belong where
your Lord needs you,

and right now he needs you

back home guarding
his territory.

Isn't that right, milord?

Well, if Gertie thinks
she can manage.

Mistress:
Oh, I think she'll
manage splendidly.

Well, that's settled then.

What is your cousin up to?

Change over.

Hello again, my friend.

No.

No! No!

No! You think
I'm a bloody fool?

Garret! Garret!

No! Garret! Garret!

Munt: Janzo,
what the hell's going on?

Munt! Munt! Munt!

You cowardly little bastard!
He tried to kill me!

He did?

And you, all night
you can't bloody shut up,

and then you're as quiet
as a little mouse are you,
when he tries to kill me?

For what it's worth,
I didn't want him to kill you.

I just wanted him
to let me out.

Shut up!
You maniacal little--
little backstabber!

You should be made
into a Plagueling
because of that.

All it would take
is one little prick.

Have you forgotten?
I don't use colipsum.

Right?
And I know you, Janzo.

You would never
actually hurt me.

- Not really.
- No?

No.

No, you're probably right.

Munt, punch him in the face.

- Huh?
- What?

Oh, hey, hey, Munt.

Oh, Munt.

What you gonna do
with this one?

He's still living.

Maybe we take him to Gwynn
for questioning.

I've got a place
we could put him.

Mum will want to ask him
some questions.

- Thanks, Munt.

This fella tried
to kill Janzo.

Needs some questioning,
I reckon.

- Was he guarding Garret?
- He was indeed.

Who are you working for?
The Three?

Hail to The Three.

It figures. All right,

how many more of you
have we got around here?

Turn him Plagueling.

No, no, no.
Wait, wait, wait.

Ain't no more. I joined up
with the false queen's
guard last week.

She ain't no false queen.

- Go on. Off you go.
- No, no, no, no!

And, uh, Mister Brogan,

after those fellas have
had their fun with him...

...can you strap him down
until he turns?

- Munt, you're with me.
- Yes, I am.

No, no. No, Munt.

Munt, Munt.
It means follow me.

Follow me.

- Follow me.
- Now?

Yeah, this way. Come on.

- Okay, Munt?
- Yeah?

I have decided it's time
to extend your scope
of responsibilities.

Yeah.
I think that's right, yeah.

What does that mean?

Lord Tobin is now ally
to the kingdom,

which means Aegisford
is part of the crown lands.

Ooh, I went there
when I was a boy

to visit Auntie Gertrusha.

And you're going back there
again with her tomorrow.

Ah. What for?

To extend your responsibility.

I want you to collect taxes,

and I want you to spy
on your Auntie Gertie for me.

- What for?
- I don't trust her
as far as I could throw her.

Oh, yeah.
That won't be very far, Mum.

Okay, just send me a bird

if and when
she comes back here,

and let me know
if she does anything--

anything that I need
to know about.

All right, will do.
I won't let you down, Mum.

Somehow I doubt that.

Yeah. Yeah.

Don't think you've seen
the last of me, Elinor.

Oh, come on, Gertie.
Why so glum?

Not long ago,
you were just a mere servant.

Now you are first Baroness
to the new Realm!

You can thank me later!

- Bye, Mum.
- Oh, bye, love.

Be good.

Tobin's army is marching away
from the Outpost.

Just as I had hoped he'd do.

That makes it even easier
to take the Outpost

and its so-called queen.

How's the prisoner?

Well, luckily for the Outpost,
I'm still alive,

no thanks to your
so-called guards.

- I was talking about Garret.
- Oh.

No change.
Still an idiot.

How many traitors
are in the Outpost?

I didn't know about that one.

I'm so sorry, Gwynn.

I haven't been myself lately.

Really?

I was wrong to doubt you.

The things I said, I just--
I don't really understand

what's going on.
I've been so confused lately.

It's all right.
It's all right.

Whatever you're going through,
Janzo is going to set you right.

Ha!

I called you false,
and a liar.

That was wrong of me.

I know you, Gwynn.
You're a good person.

You're someone
I've always loved.

I love you, too, Garret.

Don't worry.

Janzo is going
to get you ba--

Janzo: Guards!

Are you all right?

Fix him.

Or kill him.

I can't bear
to see him like this.

Milus? Could he have
decided to join us?

He's up to something.
Look how his men are spread.

His Lordship
Baron Milus Aegisford

bids greetings
to the false queen.

False queen?

Please correct her.

Want to try that again?

His Lordship has two demands.

Turn over Rosmund
and all others will be spared,

so long as they pledge fealty
to my Lord Milus.

A little closer this time.

Tell Milus that if he comes
anywhere near my walls,

I will put an arrow through each
one of his short-sighted eyes.

And if he doesn't
turn around and leave,

then I will nail his body
to my gates alive.

- Now what?
- We give him a few minutes
to cool off

- and then we parlay.
- What?

It's customary
among our people.

You trade insults,
put on a show of force,
and then negotiate.

Yes, I know what parlay means,
but who's "we"?

Well, you and I, of course.

- Parlay?
- Parlay. Ready my horse.

No, no,
you can't go out there.
It's not safe.

Besides, a parlay is supposed
to be between persons
of equal stations.

- So you want to go alone?
- I'll saddle up.

- Do you trust him?
- I take it you don't.

After what you did to him,

no more than a flea
on a dog's ass.

- Go with him.
- Me?

Well, I can't
very well go, can I?

The things I do for you.

Thought you'd abandoned
your upstart false queen

and ran away
to protect what's yours.

I'm only going to
give you this one chance.

Turn your army around
and leave.

Or what?

The Queen's guard
will be forced to attack.

What, all three of them?

With your unit gone,
you've got nothing.

Queen Rosmund can march
a thousand soldiers
out of those gates,

and they will cut through
your goat-skin hides

like hot knives
through butter.

I have 3,000 fighting men.

Your untrained army of boys
doesn't stand a chance.

We'll parlay.

I thought that's what
we were doing.

- In private.
- Just you, cousin?

I thought I was meant
to go with you.

I'll talk to Tobin
or to nobody.

You're going to have
to trust me, Elinor.

Yeah, right.

And there they go alone.

Your new man's not going
to betray us, is he?

Janzo, get back to work.

Why are you doing this,
Milus?

I've given you everything
you ever wanted.

You did, and that's
opened my eyes

that I could have
so much more.

You can't take this Outpost.
You don't have enough men.

That's true.

And yet, good Queen Rosmund
can't drive me away

because she also
doesn't have enough men.

So we have ourselves
a stand off.

You plan to starve us out.

Ooh!

Ooh, ooh.

This saddle is killing me.

Oy.

You want to help an old lady
off this beast?

Thank you.
Oh, goodness!

Thank you.

See? We can all be civil.

Wow.

It's good to see you, Deven.

It's good to see you, too.

So, um, are you--
are you still selling?

- Aye.
- Gods must be smiling on us.

You and I stand to make
a fortune here today.

How are you going to
get me the colipsum?

I'll send a man over
after second watch.

You just make sure
no one kills him.

Well, I'll be out there myself.

The woman left you
at the altar.

That's not worth dying for.

What are you proposing?

You come return to Aegisford,
sit in your father's seat,

a Lord in your own right,
but under my governance.

Your price?

Bring me the so-called queen

so I can deliver her
to the Prime Order.

You'll save some lives,
and my Outpost

won't be burned
and torn down in the process.

Do we have a deal, cousin?

And?

He's planning
on starving us out.

- Elinor, any ideas?
- I've got some thoughts.

Just give me some time
to sketch it out.

- Could your army
reach us in time?
- Perhaps,

if a rider from Aegisford
leaves now to turn them around.

Then we must send all our birds

to get word to Aegisford.

I don't think
any of them got through.

Zed: Much like the Outpost,

this place was once
a stronghold for our people.

This history as you tell it
doesn't make sense to me.

I remember my village.
Our people were peaceful.

We didn't build fortresses,

and we didn't even
hunt to kill.

The people in your village
rejected our ways.

They thought
they could choose passivity.

They underestimated
the humans' capacity for hate.

Gods, I've missed this world.

Just imagine if our people
were here, Talon.

Look at our history.
I mean, look at the things
we've built.

We belong here.

We wouldn't even have to
live alongside humans.

We could just find
a remote place like this
and start afresh.

There's room for all of us.

You know, the nearest humans
to this place are days away.

We could bring Vikka back.

No.

Worth a try.

Okay, I want you
to get out there

and scale down that wall.

Scale down? But, Mom,
I'm afraid of heights.

Well, have you got another way
of getting out of here?

Yeah. The mines.

They stretch out
way out there,

probably right out
to those tents.

And then what?
What, are you gonna--

you gonna dig your way
out of there, are you?

- But, Mom.
- But nothing!

You go and get
those cute peaches of yours
down that wall.

Get over that wall now!

- Yes, Mom.
- Bye-bye.

Gods, give me strength.

Shoo! Shoo!

Now what?

Ah.

- From the Mistress.
- She sent two?

Yes, you got
a whole army to feed.

Be sure to thank
the Mistress for me.

Hey!

If muscle boy
weren't so stupid,

he would be out of here
if it were up to you.

Garret:
Oh, please.

That lazy pig
could never stop me.

And who are you calling stupid?

And who are you
calling a lazy pig?

That's a pretty clever trick,
isn't it? Only one problem.

Linen garments are no match
for steel bars.

I will get out of here,
Janzo.

And when I do,
you will pay for this abuse.

Abuse?

I'm trying to save
your life, Garret.

You stay like this, Gwynn'll--
Gwynn'll have your head.

Not if I take hers first.

What?

Maybe you're not
so stupid after all.

Is this the belt
you were trying to reach?

Or is it this that you were

so desperately
trying to reach, huh?

Give me that.
Give that here.

That's mine.
That's my medicine.

Have you been taking this
every day, Garret?

I need it, Janzo.
Just give it to me.

Fascinating, isn't it?

I know that taste.

Why have you been
taking this?

When I was ambushed by Dred,

I was wounded, nearly dead.

And in the Capital,
they gave me that to heal me.

Now I can't live without it,

so please,
just give it to me, Janzo.

- Nyassa root.
- What?

That's what this is.
Nyassa root.

When they were healing you,

did they give you
large quantities of it?

A whole mouthful?
Did it make you go to sleep?

It took away the pain.

Here it is.

"Nyassa root.
Used for alleviation of pain

and as a sleep aid.

In high concentrations,

patients become compliant

and susceptible to suggestion.

Effects can last weeks."

No! No! I need that!

It's actually the last thing
you need right now.

Sana said I have to take that
or I will get sick again,

- maybe even die!
- Beautiful.

I don't know who this Sana is,

but I'm assuming
it's the same person

who told you all of this
nonsense about Gwynn.

There was proof, Janzo.
Undeniable proof.

This root, my dear boy,
is the same thing that
makes your mind pliable,

and it allows them to feed
all these lies into it.

- It's medicine.
- Oh, it's medicine, all right.

The type of medicine
the Prime Order will give you

to turn you
against your friends,

and also make you come here

and do their
dirty work for them.

That's not true!

- Take this.
- No.

Once it kicks in,
or once the Nyassa root

works its way out
of your system,

maybe you'll start
thinking more clearly.

Maybe you'll start remembering
who your real friends are.

Yes.

And I forgive you,
by the way.

Can't hold someone responsible
who's been drugged.

Drink up.

These were the humans
who took me in.

My adopted family.

All they ever did
was show me kindness,

and a Blackblood murdered them
in cold blood.

Zed: I'm sorry, Talon.

Varlek always was a monster,

even before
we were sent away,

him and the rest
of the Black Fist.

And if this was you,

would you have murdered
these humans?

I'd hope you know me
better than that, Talon.

Most of the Blackbloods
don't support the Fist

or their methods.

You don't seem
to exactly love humans.

I don't.
I hate them for locking us
away from this world,

and I hate them
for imprisoning us
in the Plane of Ashes.

But that doesn't mean
I want to kill them.

You hate them for something

their ancestors did
before they were born.

And they hate you
because they fear you.

Then you must help
both of our sides.

You'll save us.

You're the One.

- Let's just get
the gem and go.
- All right.

Which one is Varlek?

Give me the necklace.

What's it doing?

I have no idea.

Come.

Probably a good day
to take up drinking again.

Actually,
it's just grape juice.

Unfermented.

The merchant said
it was very good.

Two cups, please.

So what did Milus offer you
to betray me?

You think I somehow
betrayed you?

No.

No, I don't think you would,

but I'm certain that
he would try to persuade you,

so what did he offer?

He offered me my lands back

and to serve
as governor under him.

Hmm.

Well, sounds pretty good.

And, um, well, what's--
what's stopping you?

Well, maybe my plan

is to poison you with this...

...extremely sour grape juice.

These bloody merchants.

Despite everything
that's happened, um,

the truth is I still care
about your well-being.

Despite my stupidity
on our wedding day?

Wedding day?
You'll have to excuse me.

I've sustained some
very serious injuries.

I can't recall
of any wedding day,

much less anything
that happened on such a day.

Hmm. Is that so?

That is so.

You may go.

They bought both batches?

Sure did, Mom.

Their whole camp
will be using colipsum soon.

I'm a damn genius.

Hey, Lomack!

Give me a blanket.
It's cold.

Hey, pig face,
I'm talking to you.

I heard you. Shut up.

You lazy sack of dung.

If I was still commander
of this Outpost,

you'd be flogged
for dereliction of duty.

But you're not
a base commander, are you?

So I don't have to take
your crap anymore.

You're not fit to wear that
uniform, you lazy bastard.

That's it.

I wanted to do this since
the day you took command,

and now you're gonna wish
you kept your big mouth shut!

Nope. Not yet, Lomack.

Oh, Lomack, always so angry.

If you don't mind,
I have a job to finish.