 Yes. Sing me a lullaby while I have another drink. Well that's one guy you'd love to have a drink with. Let's see. Mr. Rothweild. My research on Abigail Ames has turned up nothing. She has no close kin that we can leverage. She looks like a plague to her sister and mother. Her father died on a wailing ship of your predecessor about 10 years ago. As far as Blackmail goes, she's got no secrets I could uncover. The vows isn't overseer. It seems not surprising since she's rejected every Blackmail offer to come her way. I don't think she's making a powerplay. She seems to legitimately have the best interest of the laborers in mind. As I interview the workers, it seems she really has them in troll. They'll do whatever she says and their belief in her is absolute. If something happens to her, as in like an accident or something, I expect they'll riot. I'll keep searching for an angle on her, but in the meantime I advise leaving her intact. It might be worse even considering some of her reforms. I know that doesn't suit you, but at least it would buy some time and get the workers back in here. The butchers lack the finest skills to keep this place operational. Your servant, Jean. Okay, right now I have no clue where I should be going. All right, so I have to search for him. Do I? Probably not him. Certainly not him. Oh. This is about fair pay and safe conditions. Don't bother. You're not the first of his moles I've caught. What happened, Abigail? I trusted you. Extra elixir rations. Bags of coin is bup- But you're about to see that my generosity is counterbalanced by a very inhumane side. Oh my. Mr. Rothweild. Don't call me that. That privilege is lost to you. You don't know Ramsay. When he comes for me, he'll kill you. He'll gut you like the street filth you are and feed you to the rats. Ah, now it comes out. No one is coming. I've broken your strike and my butchers are the finest fighters in Dunwall. And the deadest? And by that I mean the most dead. Hello, darling. Sweet dreams, love. I'm still breathing. I assume that's on purpose. Indeed. I have something special in mind for you. Well, Dad, what do you want with me? I'm not here for you. I'm here to learn about a ship called the Delilah. Did the Lord Regent send you? That old fool, Hyrum Burroughs. I'm done with him. I know all about the Delilah. All of it. And I can give you exactly what you want. Please do. Not so fast. I need something from you in exchange. That's what I thought. You are pushing your luck. What? We're both professionals, Mr. Dowd. I was hired to get these gutless workers striking, which I did very nicely. And then destroyed the slaughterhouse itself. That's where I got caught. And that's where I need your help. How? The whale oil in those tanks out there is enough to destroy this entire place. The important industrial bits, especially. Just open all the valves at once to let the oil start flowing. The pressure will go out of control and... boom. What about the people inside? Growing a conscience? The factory workers are already out. My boss will hire them on in better conditions than they'd ever see here. Not the butchers, though. They can die screaming for all I care. Don't try and con me. Wouldn't dream of it. Here's the key. Don't get caught. You take care of the slaughterhouse, and I'll tell you everything I know about the Delilah. You know, I could put you in Rothweil's interrogation chair myself. Why should I bargain with you? Because it's a long and messy solution. And I'm gambling here not the kind of man who likes that. Make a deal with me. And I can tell you what you want and pay you for your trouble. I'll consider it. I do like coin. And injury report code. Five injuries when you report it over the span of one. Five on two. I get it. I get it. Hey, lads. Let's get you to a safe... oops. Not this. Five on two. Okay. First things first. Grab this hunk of shit. And go for a walk. First things first. A book. Now is not the time to read. No, no. Oh. Let's listen to this. Plane report for the month of Nair. A result. Where it is she restocked in Driscoll to pursue a lord. The hunters of the dry dock affected the damage. They say it wasn't a whale. If it was, it was a very odd looking one. Interesting. The plot tickens ever onward. Hey, I might as well do something while I'm here. Time to get you to a lovely little bed of wood. And make you die. Oh, how I want to make you die. Yes, it is a very old song, this one. That's very romantic. Hey, I might just find me another bone. Charm or two. Fortunately, this is not quite the road I was looking for. What the? I'll make sure you get to enjoy this. What? What just happened? Wait, why is Anton Sokolov's lab journal here? The section of the third life specimen is almost complete. Careful perforation of the lower diaphragm has brought me closer to observing the secretion of the ear hole, but the process retains its mystery. This creature has weakened considerably since its capture in its output is quite low. I've attached electrical stimulators to the beast. A mild current increases output by 20 percent. The considerable complaint of the whale, I might add, increasing the voltage will likely kill the creature. So further exploration will have to wait in a stronger specimen. For now, the music continues. All I want is to stop throwing your hands. Bread, thank you very much. I love bread. Really? Nothing? I expected something to happen. Oh, well, that's pretty. Oh, so maybe I can interrogate him and then, yeah. Sure, let's let's try with that. If only I had the powers of logic and observation with me. I'm really curious to see what happens with poor little Rossfalt. You do know that you are dead. Wrong answer, mate. Oh, no. You threw your own factory. See if we can get oil out of your blubber. That could be actually an interesting scientific research. Well, scientific project. We can talk this out like businessmen. Why did you name it Delilah? What are you? And it wasn't me. The previous owner named it to some sweetheart. A painter. Piss off, all right. Dunwall town, but it was worse than that. He couldn't think of anything else, just her. She whirled into his mind. He built that ship for her a lot more. Gave her half his fortune. Then he got scared. A witch, I suspect. Delilah is a hell of a witch's name. I hope that was satisfying. Here's the room key when you're ready to go. Sir, earlier I spotted crates bound for the most remote corner of the empire. It might be worth stuffing him in one, but tie things off. He doesn't seem the type to forgive. Of course, when I go through all the trouble, when a blade of the neck would accomplish the same thing. Sure, time to go back to the shipping crate. Oh, so what? Now I can't. I can no longer do the quest for the woman? Nuts. I'm okay with that. I mean, I was going to do the boat. Because why the hell not? Oh no, it's all right. Oh, must not forget the man's safe. Whoops, failing at my character again. Having, killing your body is distracting. Ugh, finally. Non-lethal. Yes, quite. What the hell was that? Ugh, look at what I found. A book? No, thank you. Really, it's for losers. Said the bookworm. No bloody hell. I refuse. Bleed. Did he seriously just say that? This has gone. Needlessly messy. Five, one, two, finally. And then got in a bone charm. Bone charm. Time to end this, I think. But then again, there is one more teeny tiny bone charm I can find with ease. And so I will collect it. And so I did. And a few gold pieces here and there. And now I think I'm done. Where the hell did all these new butchers come from? Don't I have taken care of all of them? Someone, eh? I'll take that. I think I just might have. You know, this did take a little while longer than I thought it was. Failure to report for work at industry's deemed vital to state interests has been declared treasonous by the Lord Regent. Well, it's nice to play with an assassin again and decimate the ranks of yet another fine and key establishment. What about the shrines? Tell me about the blood rituals you performed. Oh, well, where did you learn? That might be worth checking out. What the? Yeah, fair enough. Whoops. Reveal yourself. Hey, love. Let's go. I'm worried they sent for the hounds. I hate it when my minion has better teleportation capabilities than I do. It's very, very cruel. So right now I'm falling. Yet I can... This is so weird. I'm still trying to figure out why you let the Empress's bodyguard go. And now we're off wild snug in a box. What's got into you? Barrister Timsch lives up in the legal district. I know it pretty well. From what I hear, the Timsch family is practically at war with itself. Talk to his niece Tali if you can. I should probably have it all let go. Crazy rich people are buying up a lot of that self-loved security technology these days. Keeps the weepers and looters out. I might be useful. You might indeed, but you should be careful. Let's go. Wow. And this was a really nice, really interesting level. Let's see. I put down the captive whale. I shipped Boundary Rottweil to a remote island. And I looted the watch officers safe. I'm a bad, bad man. I guess there was something else which I didn't do. Probably I didn't release... Yeah, I did not release the workers. I did not know where to find them, in my defense. I wanted to. Eminent domain. The Lila once painted portraits for Barrister Arnold Timsch, a grub taristocrat who uses his legal powers to evict families. From their homes and claim property for the law of regent, based on false accusations of plague. What a nice guy. Barrister Timsch's niece, Talia, hates him. She has promised to help you locate Delilah for a price. Meet with Talia to find out what she knows. As a young girl, Delilah was a baker's apprentice in Dunwall Tower. Years later, a painter in Sokolov circle. Barrister Arnold Timsch paid her to paint portraits. Him, I knew. A nobleman born rich. And now he was making a second fortune, seizing the assets of played victims for the Lord regent. But Barrister Timsch has also played along with his own niece. Something to do with the family fortune. Lurk was probably right. We needed to speak with the niece first. Her feud with the old Barrister was something we could use. I got a message to the Barrister's niece. And she claimed to know things about Delilah that no one else did. But the knowledge would have a price. As knowledge always does, I went to meet her. We shall have to speak with that niece then. New upgrades available. Lovely. Let us see then. First I think one, two, and one dose as well. Now we are working with extremely limited funds. Oh, cancel. Well old delivery and rune drop off. I'm definitely taking the rune and I'm definitely taking the well old delivery. There will be some conveniently placed well old tags by the first gate in your way into the district. I'm taking all of it just because I never know if I will need something or not. I don't need any of this. So I will take what I need. And what I need is more than potions. Hey, two sleeved arse will do me well. Ha ha, well connected. What is that? Perch saw the favors in the knife of Dunwall. All right. No, I am going to take a break. I've been playing for, well, the last two hours. So I will see you next time. Thank you guys for watching. I appreciate it. And if you enjoyed it, please like, share, subscribe, all the usual stuff. Bye.