 Yup, definitely sick. Oh yes, must take the time to get the runes. As always. As almost always. As per usual. Seriously, I literally moved. Ugh. My bad. Definitely my bad. Falling to my death is not the safest way of mine to die. I'm even standing here. Surely I do not know. But it is very entertaining. There we have them. A boom charm. Twist of fortune. One. Very rarely, a person gives you full mana. Watch out. Yeah, I need out the damage from explosions. I don't need that. I like the sound of twist of fortune. Taking my time to go on this horrible journey to sickness and disease. I will you now. No, no. I hate myself so much. Games sometimes. Oh, good. Interesting. Hope I didn't break that. Put it here. The Grieves' Whalehouse. In the early days, when the ships brought in the great dead whales, men would slaughter them and reduce their blubber to all in massive vats on the banks of the Wrenhaven. Small crews maintained their own vats, with workers specialising as far tender slices, gut men, haulers or strainers. Inevitably, once the demand went up, the businessmen moved in, wing the best crews with promises of better pay and safer conditions. The warehouses went up at the edges of the Rudshaw Financial District almost overnight. None was more organised or, as some would say, more ruthless than the Grieves' Whalehouse, opened by Ebeneiser Grieves himself. The Grieves' Whalehouse grew rapidly, absorbing ravels until it dominated the trade. By this peak, the operation employed over 300 workers, not including the children who fell the minor and often tragic roles. These associated with the refinery were recognisable by their head-to-toe industrial leather uniforms and the masks they wore to protect against fumes. Oh, so that's where they got their masks from. On Hunting Whales. Excerpt from a forward gaffer's journal by Old Grum. These new ships made by that Sockle Fellow make life easier than it was in my youth. I'll tell you what. Here was. We were at the mercy of the winds. Now that the engines get up on the first well sign in their aim time and are to rouse the boys from their bunks of all year on the hurt, we call out the biggest bastard we can lay eyes on and the pilots drag us out from the circling brutes, them things groaning below and bellow across the water like they're calling to each other. Men below say you can feel it in the hull, but when the harpoons go in, the beasts cannot make for deep water no more. Once it weeks from lost blood, we launch the hoop boat and put chains into the tail. Then the winches drag the bastard backward, up the chute and into the ring overhead. A lovely way to treat whales, I'd say, just all around exceptional. Anyone else in need of a stabbing? A few coins, as if coins are going to matter soon enough. I have no idea what you are, but you look dreadful, my dear. Well, vivisection. Is this the whale episode? I do dare say it is. Excerpt from the notes of a natural philosopher aboard a whaling ship. Remarkably, each specimen I had the pleasure of studying during the voyage possessed some minor variants in physiology. On the second leg of the trip, east of Tivir, the crew hauled aboard a female, some 42 feet in length. I estimate she weighs at 35 tons and the ship sat low, rocking side to side through the night with her trashing. By candlelight, I took her apart, sketching and taking notes. That must have been very impressive. Against her bellowing, I cut into the mass of tentacles around her mud. Within, I found row upon row of teat, and a baleen running along the upper jaw. Through this broom-like structure, I assume she filtered food from the water that was too small to be chewed. Alright. We're getting close now. Whale all processing. It is the whale episode. Excerpt from the founder of the Greaves Whale House by Ebenezer Greaves. Out at sea, they secure the beasts with hooks, with lines cast from the main ship and from several smaller boats. Bios keep the whale from diving deep. Once it's caught, a larger book is driven through the tail. Hook, pardon, which is used to hoist the creature up through the cheat. They moon and bellow for some time as the men get them onto the deck, then lift them into the scaffolding overhead. The ship adjusts its prow and returns to port in Dunwall, where the crew works on the great creature slicing off the fattest parts while it still lives. Okay, this one is really an obvious solution to a problem. And you boy, you didn't even notice this, did you? I do believe he was an overseer. An ex-overseer, obviously. I feel so much better now. Eh, not worth it. Haha. Can I get all the way up? Ouch. T-t-t-t-t-t. Alright, maybe this is not the way I get back up. Okay. And this was stupid. I keep doing stupid stuff. I'll just edit it out in post. Haha. Let's do this right now. I have no idea why I didn't do this in the first place. None. Okay. Time to get down there. Alright, I had a plan. I thought I could blink twice mid-air, but obviously this did not work. And yes, once I'm done with this, I'm saving, definitely saving. Now, I do want to take that out. I think I may be able to survive this. He said, and then pressed escape, and then he fell as he jumped because he's an idiot. Haha. Oh, particularly bad, bad time right now. Alright, let's do this. Chains, because sometimes you just have to die over and over and over again. Let's save at this point, because I didn't, but I do not want to replay this again, ever, ever, ever, ever again. Down, if you will. I wonder if I will die. Let's see. Nope. Whoa. Poisonous things. One out of five rooms. I have no idea what these things are, but they horrify me because of the sounds they make. Now, heart, anything for me. No, okay. Actually, what does the heart have to say? And it's the last thing I feel. I feel for them, in turn. Let's see. Anything else? Breathe back what they have taken. I bet, I bet that they will not. Anything else, heart? Even the terrible bloods were not enough to wash away the size of the tunnel. There you go. You let me help. With a serious warning, the assassin sprung their trap as we tried to cross the narrow bridge. At that choke point, they were able to pick us off one by one. We thought we could draw them inside, where our great numbers could make more of a difference, but it didn't matter. Now I'm the only one left alive, and I feel that slipping from me minute by minute. And I just was helping along. Please, if a second group attempts to come through this way, beware of that bridge. They are listening for the sound of the door opening. Keep an eye on the rooftops. Even a small number of them is more than much. Is there a way for me to pass from that point? No, I suppose not. Oh, very well. If they are listening, then I shall merely murder them all. Let's see what they have in store for me. I love how they've left swords all over the place, just in case someone feels like, hey, I'm not gonna go and pick my stuff up. Oh, there's a note down there. Orders from high overseas, Campbell. A video safety encourage in your expedition. The assassin Doud, and his cultist followers are commonly known as the Whalers, due to their all-working masks they wear. Beware, for Doud may possess power and resistance beyond expectation, tread with extreme caution, their infamy is well earned. They are based inside the Chamber of Commerce building, in the ruins of the central butt shore. All roads to this area have been blocked, with the exception of the elevated rails. Find rails stationed in the rush shore market. March carefully for the cultists undoubtedly employ spies towards you. Can't hurt me, evil plants. They probably can, but I'm not going to let them. So many grenades, pistols, and blades. Now show me where these foul assassins hide themselves. This is how you do it. This is how you assassinate assassins. Let me re-iterate. Damn it. This one was sloppy. Sloppy and professional work. Not for a man of my caliber certainly. Too late. Too bloody late. Time to go. Let's see. Will Doud prove as much a threat as, you know, taking the chain up and down did? Small scale combustion refinement. How lovely. Weapon courier's message. Co-win. Imagine the firepower of a tollboy, but the speed and ease of concealment of a pistol. With this new technology, any soldier with a steady gun arm will be a false to be reckoned with. Make sure it gets to the Lord Region without delay. Interesting. Not to see me if I come from the depths below. 12 meters. Okay, not the way to that room, I suspect. Healthy appetite, too. Is that another one where you eat rot? Oh. Not for me, because, you know, I rarely get starved, murdered and maimed, but useful nonetheless for all those gluttons out there. Hell with the intricate art of assassinations. Whoa. But hey, I'm not felling in just murdering them straight out. That's good enough for me. Good enough. And I didn't even take all that much health damage. Hell. Now, the only thing I want to know is how the hell do I get to that room? All right. Messy. That was the sound for a secret. I know that sound. I'm missing something now. I know it for sure. Let me take a more careful look above, perhaps. Hmm. Nothing? No painting that has somehow survived the horrors of this horrible time. No, nothing. Well, obviously I'm missing something. All right, you know what? I think I'm going to take a small pause right here. Thank you guys for watching, and I'll see you next time. Bye.