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- Previously on "The Outpost"...
- No one left alive.

You've lost too much
of that black blood of yours.

Look, I'm not interested
in your prophecies.

You have to learn to control it
soon or it will kill.

No! Go away!

A full hundred score
of raw colipsum.

Cross me, and you're cut off.

Follow him. Day and night,
wherever he goes.

You heard my father.
You're still in my custody.

Marshal Wythers is your father?

You're here and now condemned
for the murder of Toru Magmoor,

for the which crime
you'll be sentenced to death.

Kell, is that you?

Hello?

Hello?

What the--

Talon, you're not even meant
to be walking around.

- Your wounds.
- All better. Good as new.

I need you to look
at my friend.

You killed
the Captain's friend?

Just look at the body, Janzo.

A Plagueling? Are you crazy?

You brought a Plagueling
inside the walls?

A dead Plagueling, and he turned
into one inside the walls.

That's never happened before.

Yes, I know.
That's why I brought him to you.

- Bring him over.
- I need you to figure this out.

- Help, please.
- Okay. Chop, chop.

Careful, careful.

Hmm.

Truly disgusting.

This is quite
a collection of...

whatever this is.

What exactly
do you do down here?

You know, just mostly dismember
bodies, making magic potions.

Yeah, I figured.

It's a brewery, Captain.
I make ale.

- Oh.
- Yeah. Back to this Plagueling

that you just dumped down
my chute.

What exactly do you want me
to figure out?

The Plaguelings,
why do some people

get stuck by one and turn,
and others get stuck and don't?

How did it happen to my friend
here in the Outpost?

People have been trying to
figure that out across the realm

ever since people
have been getting sick.

What under the gods makes you
think I'll be able to--

Janzo, I told Garret
to bring Kell here.

You did?

What you did for me
with those powders--

the closest thing I know
to a scientist or healer.

Right. Yes.

I guess I am the most qualified
for the job.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.
This is Kell.

A good soldier
and a very dear friend.

So you will treat him
with dignity and respect.

Of course, Captain.

I'll still have to
cut him apart, though.

Of course,
but do it respectfully.

Did you notice anything
different about him?

Anything strange?
Beforehand, I mean.

Yes, he was sweaty and pale
this morning, and very hungry.

Same as all the other cases?

You should know the signs
by now.

Really? Should I?

By the way, Plaguelings have

nasty little creatures
in their throats.

You should know that by now.

- Ahem.
- So, what do you think?

- Think about what?
- Plaguelings.

How do they work
and how do we fight them?

How am I meant to know?
It could take years of research

before I even begin
to understand.

Years? We need answers now,

or else what is the point
of all this?

To make ale, Captain.

Look, if I'm going to do this,

then I'm going to
need some more specimens.

You mean more dead bodies?

Where can I get
some more Plaguelings?

We kill Plaguelings
every night.

Come out to the pass.

No, I'm going to need

the bodies here,
where my tools are.

I am not bringing more
Plaguelings inside the walls.

Don't worry, Captain. I promise
you everything will be fine.

Next time, just make sure that

they're well and
truly dead, yes?

I've been meaning to
thank you, Captain.

I'd have been executed
if it weren't for you.

Just did what I thought
Gwynn would want.

Is there something wrong?

Gwynn gave her bond
to set you free.

You have no idea
what that means, do you?

No, not really, I don't.

If you break the law,
Gwynn is equally guilty.

Wythers will cut off
both your heads.

Even if I did do something,
I'm not saying I would,

I mean, surely your father
could pardon her.

Not lawfully, no.

And when the Prime Order
comes to investigate,

and they will come
to investigate...

...the whole thing
puts Gwynn in mortal danger.

Why would the Prime Order
care about Gwynn?

I just--

I think it would be best
if you moved on.

You don't think I can stay
out of trouble, do you?

The further away you are,

the less likely something
would befall Gwynn.

Good night, Captain.

Pardon me.

Lady Gwynn Calkussar requests

the pleasure of your company
tomorrow...for tea.

Shall I tell her
you will attend?

Tell Lady Calkussar
I would be pleased to attend.

Looks like you're stuck with me.

Hmm.

- Why exactly are we doing this?
- We were volunteered.

How could I be a volunteer
if I didn't want to come?

You know what, Munt?

About some things,
you're extremely profound.

This all gives me the jeebies.

Don't you even wonder
how this happens, Munt?

How people are suddenly turning
into these night creatures?

This isn't in the almanacs.
This--

This is something new.

It's a witch's curse.

When a man looks upon a witch
with unnatural urges

regarding her... private parts,

it's at night--
turns Plagueling.

- So, this woman?
- Hmm.

You think she was yearning
for some witch-teets

and that's why she turned?

Some women prefer women.
It's not unheard of.

I've seen it.

You are a treasure trove
of knowledge, my big friend.

Munt, I need your help.

- I need this arm as a specimen.
- Oh, come on, Janzo.

Come on, don't be so squeamish.
I've seen you do worse.

Oh, what, with this? Oh.

Yes, and don't make
a mess of it.

A mess? Says the man who wants
a rotting Plagueling's arm.

Anything else?

Nope. That's all, thank you.

Hey. Hey, you tricked me.

You told me that Talon
was going to be a part of this.

You tricked yourself.
Don't let her manipulate you.

Talon doesn't manipulate.
She's perfect.

She's dangerous.
Best keep your distance, Janzo.

My lady's expecting you.

Oh, good, Talon.
Thank you so much for coming.

When was the
last time you took a bath?

Oh, it's, uh--
it's been a while.

- Lilly, draw Talon a bath.
- Uh... No, it's okay.

We'll get you out
of these filthy rags.

No.

Really? You don't strike me
as someone who's timid.

Besides, it would be rude and
absurd to refuse my hospitality

after everything
we've been through.

A good soak will do you wonders.

We're all women here. Go on.

Oh, and rose petals, Lilly.

- As many as you have.
- Yes, ma'am.

See? Isn't it blissful?

I could get used to it.

I wanted to thank you

for your inestimable service
you rendered me the other night.

It pales in comparison
to what you did for me.

We did for each other

what we were incapable
of doing for ourselves.

We make good partners.

- I can manage that by myself.
- It's her job.

- She's quite good at it.
- I don't care.

No one bathes me but me.

I do hope I'm not being
too forward when I ask

why you risked so much
on my behalf?

I could ask you
the same thing.

Very well. I'll go first.

I could not let you die

for actions
that served my purpose,

even if you had
ulterior motivation.

You had other reasons,
I suspect.

He murdered my family.

Oh, dear.

I'm so sorry.

Uh, Lilly, burn those.

No, I need those.

Of course you don't. Burn them.

- Not the jacket, please.
- Sentimental value?

Fine, not the jacket.

It does have a certain
dauntless quality

that suits you quite well.

Why are you doing all this?

I'm only doing what I can
to show my gratitude.

Okay, well,
now we can call it even.

Calling it even
is such a vulgar notion.

We're friends now. We're two
women in a world of men.

Each has what
the other is lacking,

but together, we have it all.

You have the brawn
and I have the brains.

Oh, please, do go on.

We're like fire and ice,
you and I.

Fire and ice destroy each other.

Don't be difficult.

I'm offering you
my friendship.

I've been on my own
such a long time.

It's hard for me
to trust people.

We'll take our time then.

You came to the Outpost
to defeat Toru Magmoor.

He's dead now.

I do hope that means
you're not leaving soon.

I still have a few things
I need to do here.

Something less vengeful, I hope.

Supper is ready, ma'am.

For our next visit, we will play
the game of trading secrets

until we know everything
about each other.

When you've soaked long enough,
Lilly will help you dress.

I'll see you at supper.

I don't have anything
to wear to supper.

I think the yellow one.

The yellow what?

Ugh!

- Evening, my lady.
- I'm not a lady.

I am just like you.
I have no money, no title,

and nothing much in life
to look forward to.

I beg your pardon! I have many
things to look forward to.

Of course, I'm sorry.

It's just this bloody dress
is so tight.

It's pushing up my chest

like two pounds of flour
in a one-pound sack.

Just forget I said anything.

Whoo!

Sweet mother's milk.

I haven't seen a hussy
turn heads like that

since Tikka's gown
snagged on a coat hook,

and you're fully clothed.

Do you dance? Men would pay
dearly to see you dance.

And men would also pay dearly

to see me pull out your tongue
and tie it around your neck.

Well, if you change your mind,
you know where to find me.

I am looking for work.

Really?

- Well, bless my gourds.
- I could help Janzo--

running drinks, clearing tables,
serving the men that come here.

Dressed like that
or in those rags?

In whatever I damn well please.

Well, you better damn well
please to earn the money

to pay for the repairs
to your window

and wall in your room.

- Yeah, about that--
- I don't care how it happened.

Pay it back starting tomorrow.

You get three meals, a room,
and whatever miserly tips

you can coax out
of the patrons you serve.

And to do that,
I suggest you wear that dress.

Someone left this for you, mama.

It's a bit ripe.

Oh, sweet mother!

What is it?

It's Bill.

Who would do this?

Worm would do this,
and he's going to pay for it.

Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, mama.

I was grooming that boy
to take over.

Who's going to take care of
things when I retire now?

What about me?

The fact that you
brought this in here

without checking first to see
what it was is the reason why.

- I don't understand.
- Exactly.

Now get your brother's head
out of here.

Come on, Bill.

- What's that?
- Bill's head.

- Mum, was that Bill?
- Yes.

- Or part of Bill?
- Yes.

- Bill's dead?
- No, no, no.

He just lost his body.

Yes, of course he's dead,
you moron!

- Mommy, that was your son.
- No, he was not my son.

He was adopted, like all of you,

and I didn't really
like him much anyway.

Clearly this is a message
from the Worm.

He's cutting us off.

Haven't seen a greyskin
over these walls in 11 years.

What I don't get is why it
dragged her halfway across town.

And then it runs off
back to the Outlands

and no one sees a damn thing.

Since when did a greyskin
go unnoticed?

Follow the blood trail
back to where she was killed.

Look for tracks, marks,
anything.

Fancy explaining why

there's a dead body
underneath your window?

- Coincidence.
- Come down here.

Let's have a little chin wag.

You know this woman?

No, I don't. Who is she?

Probably just in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Greyskins aren't particular
about who they kill

as long as they're human.

Think it was a greyskin?

- So why are you talking to me?
- Ah, no reason.

Just a ravaged dead woman
under your window.

- Any idea why that might be?
- Don't know.

When I was a boy,
there was this mangy cat.

I used to feed it bits and bobs.
You know, scraps.

It fancied me
as a bit of a mate.

Anyway, this stupid moggy

started leaving me presents
on me back step.

Half a chewed-up mouse,
a dead bird.

So you think I have a greyskin
as a pet?

Brings me its victims?

No, that'd be ridiculous.
Unfathomable.

Like a commander's daughter

who suddenly has the power
to pardon a murderer.

Unfathomable.

Like a girl with blood
as black as ink.

You going somewhere
with this, Marshal?

When you left Magmoor for dead,

he left a message
written in his own blood.

It said,
"Tell Dred one remains."

What's that mean to you?

Nothing.

You know what I think?

I think the one remains is you.

What do you want from me?

I want you to leave the Outpost
and never come back.

Let the Prime Order
hunt you elsewhere.

They shouldn't be hunting me
in the first place.

Oh, but they will.
You see, I've already left word

for the Prime Order,
to Everit Dred himself, so...

it's only a matter of time
before they come looking.

Good. Then let them come.

That demon thing
killed someone last night.

Only one?

I told you the Lu-Qiri
would kill - it'll happen again

if you don't banish it
back through the portal.

Well, that's why I'm here.

Teach me how to do that.
I can't let it kill again.

You don't need a teacher -
you already know

everything that's necessary
to do what's required.

Just stop. Just stop with the
circular crazy talk for once.

Bellows.

Okay, let's just say
you have this one moment

to explain everything to me,

to tell me as simply as possible

how I can get rid of this--

this thing, whatever it is.

- Can you do that?
- Yes.

Then in one sentence,
how do I get rid of it?

Command the demon Baphnoro

to return to the plane
of shadow and ash.

Of course!
'Cause everyone knows that.

Not everyone. Only you.

It's in that
black blood of yours.

So I just have to tell it
what you said,

- and it'll just obey me?
- Probably not. It hates you.

What's that smell?

- Smell?
- It smells of...

citrus and lavender?

Oh. That's me.

I had a bath.

I thought
something was different.

You no longer smell
of excrement. It suits you.

Look, can we just get back to
why the demon hates me?

The plane of ashes where
the Lu-Qiri have been banished

is a place of pain and anguish.

Baphnoro won't return there
unless he is commanded to do so,

forcibly, by you, a Blackblood,
without fear,

without hesitation
or self-doubt.

But why would it obey me,
of all people?

The blood in your veins
comes from the Gezzekhan,

their Lord Emperor.

The Lu-Qiri follow
an absolute line of authority.

- So it has to obey me?
- Yes.

Well, why didn't you
just say that?

Because for an impudent,
impatient little twit

such as yourself,
it won't be that simple.

No one's ever said
such nice things about me.

You must try
to control your impulses,

to be patient,
to clear your mind,

or you won't be able
to banish the Lu-Qiri.

- I can do that.
- I don't think you can.

Not yet.

You must stop thinking about
how to make him go away

and simply command it to do so,

without self doubt,
without distraction,

without fear.

Can you do that, Talon?

I don't know.

Well, you'd better.

'Cause you're the only one
in this world who can.

Any kind of idea
what could have done this?

I don't know.
Why are you asking me?

Because, um...

Because you've seen a lot more
than I have.

You think it's a greyskin?

You hate this, don't you?

Having to call me for answers?

Answers that I have
because I went

and did the one thing
that you didn't want me to do.

Become a soldier.

You sound mighty proud for a boy

who follows around
Calkussar the Betrayer

like one of his dogs.

- Don't call him that.
- "The Betrayer"?

That's what he is -
opened up the gates

and let in the Prime Order
to kill his own king.

He knows more of loyalty
and sacrifice

than you ever will.

- Is it a greyskin or not?
- Could be.

Obviously, it was very strong
to have done this.

There's something
I should tell you.

I killed a Plagueling
inside the walls.

- What? When?
- Yesterday.

On my way to the bathhouse.

You have one job,
to keep them out!

It was Kell.

That runt from Nordejor
you used to run around with

getting in trouble as a kid?

You should have told me
right away.

I know.

I know. I just--
I thought-- hoped...

that it was
an isolated incident.

I didn't want to set
the city in a panic.

Well, you weren't wrong
about that.

Plaguelings start showing up,

we'll have revolt
on the streets.

Who wants one?

Oh, sorry,
let me get that for you.

Are you looking for a man?

Oh!

You're not my type.

Think I was just proposed to.

Somehow I don't see you content
to be a miner's wife.

I mean, how much worse
can it get?

Come on, it's not that bad.

What are you searching for,
anyway?

- What?
- The arms.

You keep checking all the arms
of all the men in here.

Maybe I can help.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You can trust me.

I've never told anyone else
your other secrets.

I'm looking for a tattoo.

A double cross of bones,
same one Toru Magmoor had.

He told me one of his friends
is in town.

You're not going to kill him.

No, I just want to ask him
a few questions.

Right.
Well, I'll keep my eyes open,

and if I see him,
I'll grab him.

Did I mention
he's a murdering bastard

who would slit both our throats

if he knew we were
looking for him?

No. No, you didn't
mention that. Right.

Well, in that case,
if I see the mark,

I'll let you know...

...without letting on
that I know.

Without letting on that I know

that I let you know that I know.

Evening, Worm.

What'll it be?

Did you enjoy my little gift?

Busy night.

That's good,

because you're out
of the colipsum business.

You know why
they call you the Worm?

On account of this tiny,
tiny body part of yours

which resembles a worm.

You're a small-time tavern wench

with no power outside that door.

Keep looking over
your shoulder, Worm.

Likewise.

I can only imagine
the look on his face

when he had to let her go.

It was exhilarating,

but not something
I'd like to repeat.

Nor would I.

Marshal, how dare you spy on us.

I'm not spying on you.

Come to make you an offer.

I doubt there's anything you
have to offer me, Marshal.

I know you've got a secret,

and you want it kept that way.

Lilly, Sergeant,
I'll only need a moment.

Our orders are not
to leave your side.

Oh, well, I have Marshal Wythers
to protect me.

You will explain
yourself at once.

I will not have you insinuating

without an explicit accusation.

I'm not making
any explicit accusations,

although you certainly
took the bait rather well.

How dare you!
Of course I have secrets.

- What woman doesn't?
- What are you hiding?

My girlish little secrets aren't
worth your trouble, Marshal.

Then tell me...

..why would a base commander

defer to the will
of a little girl?

That?
That's your precious riddle?

Then what's the answer?

Clearly you've never
had a daughter, Marshal.

Most of us can manipulate
our daddies

into pretty much anything
we set our hearts on.

- Gwynn? Lilly told me.
- He suspects something.

No, no, he would never cross
Commander Calkussar.

Isn't that exactly
what he just did?

No. No, he hates
an unsolved riddle.

When I was a boy,
I would hear him up at night

pacing and breaking things
if he couldn't solve the case.

He can't let go.

We can't do this anymore.

Your father saw us, Gwynn.

So what?

- He doesn't control me.
- No, but he controls me.

He's my commander.

Don't push me away.
I'll talk to him.

He's right.
We can never be together.

I'm a common soldier

born to a washer woman
and a watchman.

Who your parents are
doesn't matter to me.

I swore an oath
to protect you at all costs,

and I plan to,
even if it's from myself.

Garret?

Garret!

Bits of copper.

He called me a tavern wench.

That's what I am.

Have some.
It keeps the wolves at bay.

You could have
disagreed with me.

I think you've done
very well, Mum.

Very well? Is that
what you think I want?

To do very well?
No, I want that.

- You want the map?
- Do I want the map?

You heaving sack of dirt!

I don't want the map.
I want the whole damn world.

Or at least
a really good part of it.

How is that even possible?

Colipsum, my boy.

We need colipsum.

What if we just
increase our ale exports?

All right, yes, yes, yes!
Colipsum.

- Who has some?
- The Worm.

He knows the only supplier

of colipsum
this side of the realm.

I need to be the Worm.

His secrets
need to be my secrets.

I'm going to get you
another drink.

I don't want another drink!

Have some ambition,
for God's sake.

I would eat glass to get
the name of that supplier.

Do you understand me?

For once in your miserable life,

just do one thing
for your mother.

- It's all I want.
- Okay.

Is that his overcoat?

Weirdo. Never mind.

Go get me Munt.

There's dark deeds need doing.

Birds.

Birds.

Excuse me,
you can't be up here!

Hello, Talon.

What are you doing up here?

I, um, couldn't sleep.
Needed some air.

Well, it's nearly dawn.

It's far too late
for a barmaid to be up.

And far too early
for a captain.

- What's your excuse?
- I'm on duty.

If it's any comfort,

I'm not up here
to cause any trouble.

Yeah, about that, I, uh--

I didn't mean to imply...

It's just if you would
tell me more about yourself

- and what you're doing--
- What's there to tell?

I'm a barmaid, like you said.

A barmaid with
exceptional combat skills.

I still can't understand how
you killed Captain Magmoor.

- Why? Because I'm a woman?
- No.

Partly, yes.

And also the fact
that he's twice your size

and a legendary swordsman.

I'm not sure
I could have beaten him.

I could show you.

I'm not sure that's necessary.

Men like you underestimate me.

I won't let my guard down again.

Good.

Then maybe you'll be
a decent match...

for a sparring partner, that is.

Sounds dangerous.

Oh, I think you could
last a few rounds with me.

Oh, I think I could last
more than a few rounds.

I don't think so.
I'd wear you out.

Captain?

I have the greyskin count,
Captain.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Seriously, you can't be up here.

Send him in.

Pleased to see you
in good health, old friend.

Your men interrupted

a very expensive game of dice,
Ambassador Dred.

I hope you had good reason.

Your friend Magmoor is dead.

Toru's not my problem anymore.

He left the Bones
to work for you. Good riddance.

"Tell Dred one remains."

One what?

What one thing could remain
of such importance

that Toru would write it down
in his own dying blood?

It's impossible.

We killed them all.
You were there.

- I checked every corpse.
- Save your excuses.

Gather the Bones. Ride at once
for Gallwood Outpost.

If a Blackblood remains,

kill it and bring me the head.

It's a waste of time.

Won't be anything there.

I'm happy to confirm it for you
for the right price.

The right price
is that you and your men

do not suffer
the slowest death imaginable

at the hands of the Inquisitor.

Well, there is no greater reward
than that, is there?

Don't fail.