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EVERIT DRED:
No one left alive.

SMITH: 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.

LU-QIRI GROWLS
- No! Go away!

THE WORM:
A few hundred score of raw colipsum.

Cross me, and you're cut off.

Follow him. Day and night, wherever he goes.

GARRET:
Ah, 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 which crime you'll be sentenced to death.

GARRET: Kell, is that you?
- KELL GROWLS

THEY GRUNT

POUNDING ON DOOR

POUNDING CONTINUES

Hello?

Hello?

What the...

GARRET GRUNTS

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.

Come, bring him over.
- I need you to figure this out.

Help, please.
- OK. Chop, chop.

Careful, careful.

Hmm.

Truly disgusting.

This is quite a collection of...

whatever this is.

What exactly do you do down here?

Oh, you know, just mostly dismember bodies
making magic potions.

Yeah, I figured.

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

Oh, yes.

Back to this Plagueling
that you just dumped down my chute.

What exactly is it that you want me
to figure out?

Well, the Plaguelings... why do some people
get stuck by one and turn

and others get stuck and don't?

And 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.

Now, what under the gods makes you think

that I'll be able to figure some--
- 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, ahem. 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?

JANZO MUTTERS

PLAGUELING SHRIEKS
- JANZO SCREAMS

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?

Well, how on earth am I meant to know?

It could take absolute 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?
- JANZO: Mm.

Where can I get some more Plaguelings?

GARRET:
We kill Plaguelings every night.

Come out to the pass.
- JANZO LAUGHS

No, I'm going to need the bodies here,
where my tools are.

I am not bringing more PIaguelings
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?

BIRDS CAW

BELL CLANGS

BLOOD SQUELCHES
- BILL GRUNTS

TALON:
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.

Well, even if I did do something

I'm not saying I would

I mean, surely her father could pardon her.

Not lawfully, no.

And when the Prime Order comes
to investigate

and they will come to investigate...

DOOR CLOSES

...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.

TALON SCOFFS

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.

LILLY:
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.

LU-QIRI GROWLS

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? Hm?

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.
HE CHUCKLES

You are a treasure trove of knowledge

my big friend.
- JANZO: 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, with this?

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

A mess? Says the man

who wants
a rotting Plagueling's arm.

HE GRUNTS

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, uh...

it's been a while.
- Mm...

Lilly, draw Talon a bath.

Uh... No, it's OK.

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.

GWYNN:
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.

OK, 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.
- DOOR SLAMS

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?

SHE SIGHS

SHE TUTS AND GRUMBLES

LU-QIRI GROWLS

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.

LU-QIRI SNARLS

LU-QIRI GROWLS
- SHE SCREAMS

MEN LAUGH

MEN CATCALL

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?

HE GASPS

It's Bill.

Who would do this?

Worm would do this

and he's going to pay for it.

I'm sorry, mama.

I was grooming that boy to take over.

Who's gonna 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?
- MUNT: 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!

Mummy, 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 Grey skin 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 Out lands

and no one sees a damn thing.

Since when did a Grey skin go unnoticed?

Follow the blood trail back
to where she was killed.

Look for tracks, marks, anything.

THUD

ROCK THUDS

Fancy explaining why there's a dead body
underneath your window?

Coincidence.

Come down here. Let's have a little chin wag.

TALON GASPS

You know this woman?

No, I don't.

Who is she?

Probably just in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Grey skins aren't particular about
who they kill, as long as they're human.

Think it was a Grey skin?

So why are you talking to me?
- WYTHERS: 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 Grey skin 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 Ever it 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.

OK, let's just say you had 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.

TALON SCOFFS

Of course! Cos 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.

HE SNIFFS

What's that smell?

SHE SNIFFS
Smell?

It smells of...

citrus and lavender?

Oh.
SHE CHUCKLES

That's me. I had a bath.

HE SNIFFS

I thought something was different.

You no longer smell of excrement.

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 Black blood

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.

Cos 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 Grey skin?

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...

then you ever will.

Is it a Grey skin or not?

Could be.

Obviously, it was very strong
to have done this.

There's something I should tell you.

I killed a PIagueling 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 a revolt on the streets.

Who wants one?

Oh, sorry, let me get that for you.

Are you looking for a man?

HE LAUGHS
Oh!

You're not my type.

Think I was just proposed to.

Hm... 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.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

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.

CROWD LAUGHS

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.

SHE GASPS AND SIGHS

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!
- DOOR CLOSES

SHE SIGHS

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 turds!

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?

Alright, 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 gonna 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.
- OK.

Is that his overcoat?

Weirdo. Never mind.

Go get me Munt.

There's dark deeds need doing.

Birds.

Birds.

SHE GRUNTS

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.

You really 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.

SERGEANT:
Captain?

I have a Grey skin count, Captain.

Thank you, Sergeant.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
Seriously, you can't be up here.

Ahem...

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.

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