 Hello, hello, hello, I'm Philip Magnus and I'm back with some more of the wonderful, ever-loving, lovely-looking dishonored. This time I'm about to assassinate, or otherwise make disappear, the Lady Boyle. The Boyle costume ball, huh? Well, that'll be fun, but not for everybody. You ready? With a mask like mine, sure am. Well, boy, see? Just the best choice for where, when it comes to going to a mask, a ball. I will quite enjoy this, to be honest. The region's pulling out all the stops for the Boyle family. I didn't think there'd be tall boys patrolling here tonight. Watch yourself, Corvo. They don't fool around. The good news is, once you get to the party, that mask of yours will let you blend right in. Enjoy your evening out with folk quality. Better you than me. Folk of quality, yeah. Indeed. I shall be sure to rob them blind. Let us see, first. Oh, a bone charm. And rune and a bone charm. I think we must, most certainly go this way first. Right. Only a few rats around. Oh, let's go with possession, eh? I think I will possess a rat and go this way. Why the hell not? I believe that it's as easy as this. Now, now. If memory serves correctly, there will be an outsider shrine right about here. My poor darling empress, you and me, boat. Corvo, is that what you dreamed of? All those months in Coldridge prison while waiting for the executioner? Wealth, beautiful women in the latest fashion. Oh, yes. A party and a beautiful woman on my hand. I can see all her tomorrows, and I know that either she dies tonight at your hand, or she'll live out her days, month after month, year after year, far away. Even as her fine clothes wear into tatters, and her silken hair gets dull and gray. Silken hair? And they dream of the delights inside. Will you tear it all to pieces? Either way, it's Lady Boyle's last party. I will not lie. I feel for her. Not, not much. Oh, Granny Ragsdare, how unexpected, how lovely I'm going to read all of it. I can't trust him. You can't love what you don't trust. That's a song the birdie is singing when the weather turns cold, and forces them out of their nice homes they built. Night homes, spoiled, spoiled and ruined. Useless now, so the birdies hate the weather that betrayed them. They fly away to live for new homes that aren't so cold and dreary, dreary, dreary. I'm leaving too. My vales is packed so dreary everywhere I look. I can't bear it anymore. I say I did pretty well on the reading part. Oh, how did you not notice me before? Hello, my darling. Still alive? Well, not for long. You were sick anyway, so surely you don't hold this against me. A bird. And a corpse. My two favorite things, birds and corpses, except for sparrows. I hate sparrows. Oh, all the clicking. You do? How? Did you hear the gunshots? Probably. You should have been quiet. Oh my. Well, I do believe I'll be making my way down now if you do not mind. I'll come now. All right. That is good enough, I suppose. Still looking familiar, boy. Probably. Now, if I recall correctly... Yes, indeed. Rune in what appears to be the river, and a bonecham in what appears to be, certainly a house. Well, the house shall have to do. First the house, then the other thing. Right. Making sure not to be seen. Unseen by all. That's how I like to be. Good. I think I did well. Now, let's see... Oh my, so many sick people. Aw, you really shouldn't have taken the stairs up, dear. Can't say that I did not warn you. I will leave your disease-ridden comrades with their pulses still beating poisonous blood in their hearts after all I am not known to be unmerciful. Haha. Okay, maybe I am, but that's besides the point, really. Hello. Oh, it's just medicinal herbs. It's all right, they can be useful as well. Let's see. Well, great. So much needed coin for my upgrades. And so on and so forth. And even more process well oil. Well, I never say no to my processed well oil. Now, the question is, can I make my way? Huh? Can I go here? Oh, how wonderfully secretive. Guard quarters key-needed. Oh my. There are many, there are multiple lady boils, I suppose. Very well. Unfortunately, I'm not yet done with this here portion of the estate. Or rather of the mission, it's not a part of the estate, really. Details, details. Details are important, I should say. Always, always important. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hi, hi, hi, hi. Ah. Whoa, at least... oh no. He is going to see me. Isn't he? What if I do you... oh. How nice of you. Thank you, Zira. And good day. I will say that I'm terribly practical right now anyway. Let's see where that room was. 70 meters away. Excellent, excellent. We should be there at once. And then up through this here guard post and into the fray. Politics, nobility, all the usual. Hello, darling. I have much need of you this day. Unfortunately, I appear unable to use blink in that direction, so I will have to take my time and pass through here. But it's okay, it's so fine. I do believe I will not need my blade for this. Interesting. Very interesting. I could have sworn that there was some sort of an invitation my way. No matter. Perhaps this here nice garden. I'm just doing my job. Yeah. And I unfortunately cannot possess you. Because I did not have enough rooms, do I? Let me see. Possession? Oh, but I can. Oh, the little light I feel right now. That was absolutely weird. Apologies, my good sir. Now, I do believe there must be a way to get into the party from here. And then elixir while we're at it. Why not? Get-house key, excellent, excellent. Medicinal herbs. Oh, lovely. I'm not ringing the alarm bell for obvious reasons. And I honestly have no reason to rewire it either. The Exquisite Tall Boy. Excerpt from a letter of public concern by anonymous authors. What you've read here is the truth, regardless of what you will hear from the authorities who rule over us. It is not a matter of coincidence that the former royal spy master is the one who stepped in when the late Empress fell. We who will remain nameless. Believe that these events are interconnected. Designs of oppression are all around us. The circle of designs originally intended to provide light and warmth in our homes have been turned against us as a means of inspiring fear and controlling our movements through the city. And where did this plague originate? Some say it was imported. A wild theory? Perhaps. One of our members risked her life to obtain an internal report from the government which we will be printing and sharing soon called the Exquisite Tall Boy extolling the virtues of this newest member of the city, Watch. To those in the streets below, these virtues are horrors spread by stilted tugs who rain down fire on the sick and the poor. To these eyes, the Tall Boy is another government bully armed with incendiary devices, stickly armoured and standing high overhead looking down at the common people of the city. We now know that the Tall Boys are heavily drugged imbibing a substance that renders them resistant to pain but those dull sort of empathy they might normally possess. Exquisite? We think not. Copy these words and share them with your neighbours. And remember when the tides are lowest, the truth will be revealed. What a wonderful piece of text. I would almost go as far as to call it a piece of rebel propaganda. But hey. Welcome, sir. Thank you. We have a game tonight. Esma, Lydia and Waverly are wearing identical costumes in white, black and red. You'll have to work out which of your hosts is wearing which colour. Good luck. Why, thank you. This is going to be so much fun. I'll tell you if you turn around and close your eyes. Indeed, you are good, sir. How about your pouch? Oh, only 25 gold coins. Both of you must be horribly poor in the horrible company to me. Oh. I will. Thank you, sir. Yes, I will stop that and get warm immediately. I'm sure they do. And you have a lovely moustache. Maybe you're the twin brother of the guy. I just killed a few minutes ago. Oh well. Sorry for your loss. I mean, not it. Oh, it is. How good for him. Oh my, sexual rights. Oh. The best. It keeps the skin all fresh and lovely. Like baby bottom. Fun fact. Babies are also bathed in blood. Until his blood was used to do something. Like maybe wash her hair. You know, anything. I'm afraid not, madam. And I do not believe you've been assassinated tonight. But this will also change. Well, oh closet key. What nonsense is that? Do you have the key? No. Very well, I shall go and look in for it. Thank you, sir. I'm sure I will do my best to kill you now or later. Oh, madam. Indeed, they will not. Did I? Did I? I will. Absolutely. And you? No, I will not. Absolutely. And you? And you have a well on your head. This is not hygienic. Thank you, madam. And you're a gigantic bug. Oh, of course I will. I'm obviously an assassin just in... As a hobby, my actual job is a waiter. I am up to no good. All kinds of mischief, really. I'm excusing all of you for many, many moments. I will, madam. Now tell me... I doubt it. Lydia's in red. Lovely. So the third one is in black. I do not remember her name, nor do I need to, probably. I mean, who needs names?