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I am dead.

I am dead. At least I think I am.

Killed on the battlefield. Last thing I
remember.

And now I'm here, among the stars.

Forced to watch you.

Watch creation. Watch the end.

Watch it all. Time is both irrelevant and
endless.

And slow. It moves so fast when you're
alive,

doesn't it?

You hear me.

I'm alone. You're alone when you die.

Alone.

Three remain. Three. Just three.

And they start to drive you mad.

There's just so much I wish I said.

So much I wish I'd done. So many questions
still.

And all I can do is watch. Watch people
with power bring pain.

Watch those I love make mistakes.

~

Watch what they do, who they've become,

what?

We try to fight them with nets.

We try to fight them with ships.

That entire army. You may call it
foolhardy.

But they were sacrificed for the greater
good.

Because despite defeat there, we are safe
here.

The war has granted us that.

The weather has been kind. Our fields are
ready for harvest.

Many who signed up for the war worked in
the fields,

given food on. Yes, they will be replaced
by my new temporary militia.

What?

I may have been defeated, suffered
personal loss of my trading fleet.

I have made an agreement with

the faraway land to provide militia for
the city

and to help in the fields. These
foreigners are under your command.

Yes. So to speak.

Do you know why we haven't broken out into
civil war?

Damn.

No.

You. The guardians. The people look to you
for law and order.

Thank you, sir. Yes, we will need you now
more than ever.

There is great unrest and there will be
more when we raise the taxes.

But sir, replacing our army will be
costly.

It must be done. There are whispers of
orcs.

Orcs? Keep that to yourself. But keep an
hero.

These are strange times. I believe only
the strong and the resourceful will
survive.

We look to you, Guardian Burrow.

Make our foreign friends welcome and
undisturbed.

Whilst the bodies of our fallen are
returned to the city.

will be fragile. Get out.

Sub

You stole it, didn't you? You may have
gotten away with stealing things

in water town, but this is Iliad.

back.

And such things are not tolerated.

Is that so? That's so. And what are you
gonna do about it?

What the Baker's Guild will say,

I can do. Eye for a pie.

You're gonna cut me over the sake of
stealing a pie.

I won't cut you.

Mm-hmm.

I know you're kind. Although it looks.

But break as easy as a goblin takes a
coin.

You won't cut me. You're right.

I won't.

Say.

Your chin that

Just cut a spiker slice.

Bet you thought he was gonna give you
retirement scroll.

well, 20 years left in me yet,

Look, tidy! No one is checking the new
militia.

You don't bother them, they won't bother
you.

Keep your eyes open for goblins.

Never mind them, goblins.

These new temporary militia can be the
creeps.

We'll get used to them.

Casket incoming! Check up a goblins!

We should leave the dead alone.

We found several goblins hiding in caskets
just two moons ago.

Best to check. Well said, Guardian at
well.

Please. Take a seat.

Then leave your weapon by the door.

This is your first time. No,

what makes you ask that? it wasn't a
question.

Part already. Indeed.

So how do we begin?

We already have.

What's that?

Sente.

Seems ironic. It is sage.

I like the smell. It helps me concentrate.

Now, you too must concentrate.

Me in the right eye, please. And breathe.

At a pace set to the beat of a dragon's
wings.

Few can ask for much. All shall weather
what life

brings. For the cost is ready.

I share now wisdom for youth.

Hold your nerves steady.

The swamp, as old as time, forgotten by
most,

drowned by Bacchus's wine. But here and
you,

you live with wisdom for years,

but forget youth behind, with its angst
and tears.

The trade is complete. Wisdom for years.

Complete.

But I didn't ask you what I wanted,

I had a question.

Wisdom is not in the lesson of things,

but in the knowledge that all life brings.

How do you feel? Tired.

You look great.

Bad for two hundred and forty two.

I only swap two years at a time.

It is the simplest way to replenish my
knowledge.

This is the body of a 40-year-old.

The perfect number.

Now, ask me your question.

I'm sure we can find the answer in my
library if I do not have it to hand.

to know how goblins hide their smell.

Any that entered the city illegally must
be using something.

They stink. You smell them before you see
them out

in the forests or when they travel
together.

But here. To answer that question would
surely mean

the death of many. It will be costly to
some.

But that is the price of knowledge.

So wise. You took me for a fool.

You played the innocent. You bought it.

You wanted me to be.

Now, Sage, we made a deal.

I didn't think I would be asked a question
where the answer would result

in blood on my hands.

The blood will be on my hands.

A sin I suffer willingly.

Speak. Death. The answer is in death.

Burnt by death walkers to hide the smell
of

the dying and deceased.

Rosemary.

Burnt all around the city so often you
hardly notice it.

When made into oil,

it is quite potent. I doubt you would have
noticed it at all.

Associating death with their kind so much
as you do.

out.

No witnesses, other than the one that saw
the theft.

He's missing his bones. Someone must have
noticed that.

What? He's missing the bones in his arm.

Stealing the pie doesn't mean you can
steal his bones.

I wouldn't want to. I took his eye,

that was it. And half his head.

He moved. ~ funny. You can take this up
with my guild.

No, we have quite enough paperwork from
your guild at the moment,

as it is.

We have a witness as to the thieving,

it'll stand as that. What sir?

The missing bones will file a a missing
property scroll?

Yeah, very good. You can go back to work.

We may have more questions. What about
compensation for my pie?

I don't think he can compensate you any
further.

Should you wish to press the matter,

though, we can escort you to the station.

File a grievous complaint scroll.

Can you read? It's a long one.

Sergeant,

could I fell his body to the medicine man
or leave it for the snap for?

back home we would have buried him.

You choose. No, I'd rather not.

Sell into the Madison man.

What are we to next? The big rocks.

Rumors are there's a goblin apothecary
hanging around there.

First, though, we might as well make the
most of traipsing all the way over here.

You wanna share half a pie? These were my
son's favorites.

Hello.

Hello?

Skulkin in the shadows is a dangerous
business,

child. From what? The new militia.

I wasn't school can I was hiding.

They're not dangerous. They are.

They don't sleep. Why were you skulkin?

I was looking for the flower hunter.

Don't sleep, you say. Do you know the
flower hunter?

He's gone. I can see that.

I wouldn't say more than that.

The near one or the far one?

Why should I tell you?

Why not? The far one. For that,

I shall give you.

Looks like you need good meal.

Everyone sleeps.

Curious.

You are still connected to the living.

You avoid me even now.

Too late. Stating the obvious is not
helpful at well.

Nor does it make you appear as smart as
you would hope.

Just speaking the truth. No. You just make
a noise.

The truth is that rope was oiled.

Means it's a fisherman. There's blood on
the grind.

It means there was a struggle.

Can't hear the crows.

Means there was a commotion. Probably
quite recent.

It's a big goblin, means it was young.

hasn't even started shrinking with age at
all yet.

There's no sign of trade,

goods, contraband. Means he were robbed.

Possibly.

This is a setup.

What's that? A clue that this isn't a
robbery.

Is that a gemstone blade? Worth a small
fortune.

What do you think it does? Well,

that's a banshee blade. If used on a
living thing,

it'll scream. That's carried in
self-defense to alert others.

Didn't even have a chance to draw it.

No one claims that in two moons' time it's
yours.

Useful thing to carry.

That's useful for anyone to carry.

Magic, senses, magic. If you were to come
up against a magical foe,

you'd have more chance of hurting it with
that.

I come up against a magical foe,

I'll do the sensible thing. Run.

Come on. Well, should we cut it down?

It's a goblin! And? I go near that,

my wife and kids won't let me in the
house.

I hated goblins that much.

The smell of them, yeah.

What kind of dine of it pleases ya?

Let's get to the fisher books then.

You should really be heading
investigations yourself.

Who are you? Where am I? You are here,

the in-between. I am the cartographer.

You know me as death.

I'm dead. Almost. I have yet to decide.

What are you waiting for? I've been busy
and you have been cheating me.

store and out looking for more.

You look like you're prepping for a
journey.

A visit from the goblin hunter.

An odd day indeed.

Very formal.

Your reputation is growing. If you know
you by any other name now.

Is that so? There was a time,

many years ago, that you even smiled when
you greeted people.

Now I suspect you prefer your name and
your past to being a mystery.

It's good for business. Keeps things
simple.

You cause unease. How is that useful?

Goblins get wind of you and flee the city.

I prefer to hunt them in the countryside.

Hunt?

Good to see you.

What's wrong?

Wise to watch where you step these days.

That sounds like a warning.

Goblins mean gold and silver to some.

You might be paid to kill them,

but that harms other people's profits.

You got very good. Better than I think the
city were expecting.

I wouldn't be surprised if some started
hiring people to kill you.

I've had a lot of clients in Iliad.

I've heard many things.

Many clients that like to buy Rosemary.

common herb. All sorts of uses,

all types of clothes. Well who buys you
purest and best.

This isn't a friendly chat, is it?

What do you mean? It's starting to feel
like an interrogation.

Dear flower hunter.

Perfectly.

Every rose has its thorns, don't be
offended.

Rosemary has no thorns.

You won't get names from me.

I found you've shut up shop, not a petal
in sight,

any hearing. Picking as if you've nothing
left.

That dean woodly. I am a member of the
Hunters Guild.

It's forbidden to harm another member.

You deal with goblins. No. I don't.

Lie to me again and I'll cut out your
tongue.

I don't.

Directly. Direct enough for me.

Do you have lavender?

If others deal with goblins, that's their
business.

I can't be held responsible. I'm not
responsible.

Alive is richer than dead, is it not?

Come now, I just flagged a warning for you
to watch your step.

No names. Just advice when I can.

I always watch my step.

Name.

Can't I've cleared out. So it shouldn't be
so hard.

Yes.

I don't know what it is. But I haven't
sold so much rosemary since the last time

the Black Death arrived.

The guilds stockpiled. They all knew what
was coming.

Guilds know before the people.

Something is happening now.

Waters from everywhere, I could better
keep up.

No.

Now I am out.

Where do you go?

Please may be.

Hunters will be the hunted soon enough.

So it worked. ~ yes.

It worked until the last moment when you
were distracted by helping another

on the battlefield. That is why you are
here.

Obviously. Not quite.

Life and death is mapped in the stars.

Your star is no longer there.

By cheating me, you've cheated yourself.

So where do I go? Nowhere.

You are here. The in-between. Forever.

But I have a deal for you.

The resting of ash from the light that
ended before touches you now,

so that the before entwines with the now,

so you may live for the beyond.

So many dead. Without your courage,

perhaps I would not be here.

Thirsty work, this dying business.

~

You! That's my job. The Crypt Keeper's
Guild shall ensure that no dead return

to harm the living. For cowards,

you must stay alert. Those who pretend to
die shall receive a spike to

the heart or a scythe to the eye.

Do what must.

Coward, I am not. Die, I did.

And I don't fancy doing it again.

So perhaps.

We could dance.

An easy word to call others when it's not
you in danger.

Think on that.

Let's make this simple.

Three of yate garlic this morning.

Two we don't know how to wash properly

and You're very clever.

That's what they said. Three crossbows.

Five blades, two spears. Might not be
enough,

they said. Good positioning.

Well

Three arches in a triangle. Is that so?

Blades close. You've had military
training.

If I take you alive, I'll get double the
reward.

member of the Hunters Guild protected by
the ~ used to be a member.

Your membership has been revoked.

Seems you like to kill goblins,

not hunt them. I serve the city.

No, you don't. Governor Bloodhorn declared
it this morning.

Seen goblins will have the same rights
like us.

That's why we're here. You're now a
criminal with

a bounty on your head.

Seems you hung a goblin by the big rocks
this morning.

I don't hang goblins. I'll save it f save
your lives for someone who cares.

There is no escape.

On my path there is no escape.

Only death.

Yeah.

You can get live.

Pressure on the wound. You on the other
hand.

~

I need to know who sent you. Don't tell
her.

Tell me,

or we'll see how long your guts are!

You're a monster! ~ says the man who just
tried to ambush me with several others.

We've all heard about what you do.

What you do to the goblins you fight.

Judge. Chief of peace and axe we order,

all in one.

You don't know better than us.

No, no, no, don't tell her! No,

no. Too late. He'll pass out from the
pain.

He's about to die. See?

gonna tell me. I'm from the Guild of
Bakers.

You're not from the Baker's Guild.

We're all from the guild of peacekeepers.

Your guild took a bounty. I thought that
was beneath you.

It wasn't a bounty. It

was a guild-to-guild escort request.

The bakers asked to escort you in.

Well, I guess they'll get the guardians
involved.

Yeah.

You attacked me. You don't believe me.

Jack in the satchel.

I think you'll find a pie. Good one.

you know, saving mine.

It's got their mark on it,

see. We were paid in pies.

A full one each. Strana got two for
setting the deal up.

Call you by the

No.

Well

Why not? You're about to die.

That spear went straight through you.

Whilst you held one side, you bled out the
other.

You awesome.

No I take it.

Give me a name.

It's warrior's casket. How do you know?

It's the same as my son's. The last thing
me and my wife did together

was confirm it was him. That one is marked
to go to backwater town.

Have you made your report to the
Cripkeepers Guild?

Of course I. They'll probably discipline
me tomorrow once they've reviewed it.

Or worse. Now we'll need a copy.

Take it down to the sentry hut.

We need to continue on to Fisher Cove.

Important business. Stand up when I'm
talking to you!

I should have killed him. That's the first
rule.

I just All the training you like never
matters until a thing actually happens.

I'm responsible for him escaping.

Yes, you are. Now make your report to the
sentry hut.

Sulking in tears won't help anyone.

Bit harsh. Not really. I wasn't asking,

I was telling. Have a job. Do it.

It's simple. Is that so? I hold my side of
the bargain.

It is time for you to uphold yours.

One does not simply walk into the lodge of
the Crib Keeper's Guild.

Why not? It need know where it is first.

Their secrecy is legendary. I should think
so.

Death holds many secrets. This takes a
little getting used to.

How do I find their lodge? I could kill
someone.

Not if it's not their time to die,

you can't. Finding a freshly dead body
isn't easy.

I did not bring you back from the
in-between because this is easy.

Concentrate and feel the pull of death.

Here's all around you. I shall awaken your
senses to it.

I feel it. The pull. Cripkeepers attend
the scene of death.

I might be able to interrogate them.

Good. Why would you want to live out here?

Cold and miser. Trade?

After a long day's fishing,

the Fisherkov allowed sailors to store
their cats so as it'd be cool

for the next day's market.

place soon got built up. Many people bent
boarding houses,

taverns, food courts, and of course
bureaucracy moved in.

Good for us, highly organized,

and incredibly safe as it's all managed by
the Guild of the Sea.

My mother always speaks fondly of the
infamous blue markets.

Those days were behind us. Piracy was
rife.

Good riddance to it. Guardian Hotspare
lost his right hand here,

pirate pixie. Delicious things,

sir. If the guilds run well, it benefits
everyone.

You know what's run poorly, no?

Some were too much and others were too
little.

Guild of this sea shares their bounty with
all,

and to be a member is a thing of great
pride.

Miserable it is not.

By the sun and moon. World weathering goal
for,

isn't it?

That is a passing over. An old man nearby
has died.

His spirit has moved on, gone quickly,

died happy. Feeling the first,

always its hardest. You won't notice it
again.

Unhappiness lingers pausing death's
fingers.

It's his folly to be so. The happier you
are,

the quicker you go. Very accurate.

That's why spirit users can only contact
unhappy spirits.

Indeed. And only use such spirits.

The longer they stay, the more powerful
they may be to them.

This is another. I didn't feel that.

Somebody has stolen her soul.

This is wrong. Very wrong.

Crypt Keeper will be along soon though.

What happened? Poor lass must have slipped
and fell,

I guess. Quite the drop. Horrible death.

You know her? Perhaps.

Stay here then. Crypt keepers will be on
their way.

We'll want to speak to you.

What did you do to her?

Stay here. Crypt keepers will want to
speak to you.

Find out how you made their body run away.

Second dead body, I've seen dead.

Never buy from the locals, never even
taught.

And more arrive every day. What happened?

That girl must have killed herself.

If it wasn't her time to die. Her soul has
been stolen at the moment of her death,

and now her spirit is trapped trying to
get out.

That's why the body makes the dance of
death.

A spirit cannot escape whilst the soul is
still in this realm.

That said it's one of mine. I'll check my
ledger for you.

Very good of you. That's why you've cut
it.

Throwing rope like that should last you a
quarter of a lifetime.

It's a murder weapon. Well, that makes no
sense.

Why? It's a sea-oiled rope. It's good for
long voyages.

Heavy, but quite buoyant. It's not a good
rope for killing anything.

Anyway, I don't need to look in my book of
allowances.

I can already tell you it's expensive.

Very.

Well

At the bottom and guild.

I ain't supposed to share information
about guild purchases,

not even with the guardians. But I am
meant to share information

on people who supply weapons used in a
murder.

I'd hate to be forgetful of that.

Well, it's a 24-day trade in suspension,

isn't it? To allow for a guild
investigation.

~ yes, I believe so. 24 days, yes.

They call me Tasker.

Because I do the task and I do them well.

I ain't done nothing to get in any
trouble,

not once since leaving Batwater Town.

Ever. Well I tell you what then,

Tasker. You go back to oiling your rope.

And I'll close your ledger for you.

Well

See where the mark of hunters guilt here?

I know some people frown on coming here.

The silent house. I've only been once
before.

Thrice but I'm telling the truth.

I hunt rats. Want to make my mark by
finding the nests.

If it takes me more than a week,

then I come here.

One full token for the truth of one item.

I barely make ends meet if I come here too
often,

but it's an investment in my reputation.

They should be paid less in my opinion,

or at least make it cheaper for those of
us starting out.

But the price is they can't hear anything.

I was told if they have a child that could
hear,

they let the centipede enter their ear and
eat away until the world

is silent just to see if they have the
skill or not.

Savage. And most do not. But they still
get a job in the silent house,

don't they? Lucky things. Have they not
paid a high price,

though? One that deserves to be treated
with.

Respect.

The truth is as valuable as it is deadly.

Deadly. You are a guild member,

new and young. You are not honing your
skills.

But cheating. You build a reputation on
lies.

You bring dishonor to yourself and to our
guild.

No guild member comes here unless they
must reveal a lie.

I dare rumours the guild are making it too
easy to be a member.

You're the proof. Do you know the penalty
for falsehood?

Why move up? You're next. Shut it.

Do you know the penalty for falsifying a
hunt report?

Dead.

We are the oldest guild for a reason.

We uphold our values to the death.

Recite the creed. the wild may wander

and the wind shall thunder, none shall ha
none shall stray from the hunt

of the prey. You astray in.

Back to your hunt rat catch.

Yeah.

We must hurry. They said I shall speak to
a cryptkeeper.

We must wait. You enjoy making me wait,

don't you?

Truth awaits. In return,

serve a secret to the rest.

Tie your parchment to a cord,

and know its truth must pass the test.

Do not worry, I cannot read it.

But I feel the cord is happy. Behold

the truth is.

Put your boot on the floor.

Good.

This object know that the truth is all I
can say.

No other words may come this day.

No other questions, no speculation.

All you shall hear is the truth's
articulation.

~

Put your hand through the screen and think
of the question formed in your mind.

But you are the hand on the object,

and our trio shall bind.

For the truth, we can find.

Wait a struggle today.

Who is fun?

One by one. Saw the sunrise on the cobble.

Lingered in the shadows.

Drudged through the town by the Wicker
Street.

The Andal Street to a building.

The Guild of Bakers. No.

No. The guild out there.

Of the city into the woods.

Your hand out of the street. That is your
truth.

But you missed a bit.

But you can't hear me, obviously.

Silence! Forbidden is the fruit of speech.

Bow your thanks and leave.

Another's love.

Turn you around.

you

Dark Storm Storm took your goblins thought

was your first start.

GEAM

Last from you is your guiding star.

Stay your blade!

The end is nine.

Dare not slay danger in the eyes.

They're not sleigh danger.

All is lost when you feel rage.

You've one last chance. To turn the page
on the page.

Stories flow and loved go around.

Life is lost. Life is lost when hope doth
die.

Well that was ~ to leave.

This dancing sickness is caused by
foreigners.

You think he caused it then? Might be a
mage.

Worse, might be a spirit master.

He might be gathering his strength to do
that to us.

They are armed. You are not.

You are one. They are many.

Death pulls towards you.

You wanna wait around and return into a
dancing pleb?

We should stop him. Now for good.

You'll feel their death blow before it
lands as you always have.

This is as much as I can help you.

Understood.

What's the delay? Is there a problem?

Yes. You none of the locals recognize you.

We all know the girl. What did you do to
her?

Nothing.

eyes into the brain dead. You can't do
that.

It isn't his time. ~ come on, now you tell
me.

It's all employed by death,

but I'm not allowed to kill. Fine.

Kill them, but they can kill you.

Well if you're just going to stop me when
I'm about to kill someone,

I might as well not bother. ~

assured I've got to get as good as I get.

~ Don't be childish.

Childish? Death pulls towards you now.

Feel it. You're a dead man!

No, shut up. Behind you!

Fighting by your rules. I prefer not.

Tag first.

We'll wait for back up.

Son it.

No. I mean This is beyond the powers

of a being mortal.

This is madness. You're coming with us.

You perish. I suggest go after them.

You're coming with us? You're not.

This is not of my doing. A wickedness such
as a dancing death

is beyond my abilities. Breaking every
bone in it.

If you waste a second more of my time,

I shall see you bleed, snap, and snivel
before I'm finished with you.

Would that satisfy you, sir? We'll find
you.

You pay for what you've done here.

Ulot, come with me. Can't have guardians
dancing.

It brings shame on us all.

You

I know nothing about goblins. The house of
the brooch does not work with them.

We never would. None on Anvil Street.

I can smell that you're lying.

Who says such things? Tell me now.

No, I can literally smell that you're
lying.

What? Rosemary. So much of it.

I like the smell. Could I not like the
smell?

Goblins work in clans.

Whatever deal you have with them may be an
advantage to you,

but it's part of a bigger scheme by then.

You can never trust a goblin. You can't
trust humans.

How many do you have? You think you're
protecting them,

but when I ask this next question,

they'll kill you. Queenie Hum.

gonna lie.

~

Sending Bixies, Poppin' Poppies,

Bye.

O and they wither with their worries.

You have to get past me first.

Remember where you first met this goblin?

Must have been a while ago. Goblin talent
us not what the trickster to know is.

Don't tell the trickster. Trickster is
tricking us to find more goblins

and kill us all. No.

This is Slither.

No! The slayer. Don't think. Don't even
think it.

What? No! I remember like it was
yesterday.

And I'd never say. Too late. Slay that has
the stone of the wiven.

No! It lets her listen to your thoughts
like a clean skeleton.

Don't think. Stop thinking. You've got to
stop thinking.

You have a mess to clear up.

Official hunters guild business,

whether they like it or not.

This is the way to the Baker's Guild.

You think me stupid?

I know these back roads. I was stationed
in here at a six-month place of training.

18 months in close prisoner. Stop it.

I'll tell you where to go.

No. You lead me.

You live. That's the deal. I don't want
to.

Well doing things we'd rather not right
now.

I mean, I don't want to go back there.

Why not? I swore to do right by the guild.

follow its rules but but I broke the
rules.

I don't care because because they broke
them first.

What do you mean?

Goblins. What do you mean, goblins?

They're controlling the guild.

What? They have a gemstone. They're
controlling our guild master.

Do you mean controlling? She's a spirit
master.

Sometimes useful for a cryptkeeper.

A good thing, but not this time.

Not now, not like this. This is who we
seek.

What is it? What happened?

You're safe now. You won't believe me?

I'm glad you came. You thought I wouldn't.

All paths are unclear today.

Come now. You're the greatest spirit guide
I know.

Don't flatter me. Flatter?

Is it not fact that you seem to know our
fates as easily as you know what

we dream about? It's a trick that's
brought you wealth beyond compare.

But yes. Let's cut to the chase.

I reviewed the scroll you sent,

and your latest demands are beyond the
talons of flattery to grasp.

Inviting me here better not involve
ambushing me for more than you already
seek.

I invited you here to formalize the
alliance between our guilds and to offer

you the opportunity to bring your
considerable wealth and support our
growth.

What growth?

Leave us.

world is about to change. It can no longer
keep hidden what is happening.

I could use your guild,

Ursula. Your funds, your members.

You may either work for us.

Or not at all.

That sounds like a threat. Indeed.

Threats from one guild head to another.

Exciting. This is private property.

Get out. I'm a hunter. Unofficial business
of the Hunters Guild.

I know naught of this business.

As the master of the Baker's Guild,

I am very busy. You may contact the office
for an appointment,

Hunter. This is the Goblin Hunter.

Your reputation precedes you. Merciless
and cruel.

Quite the reputation. I come with a simple
question.

We have no goblins here. I shall take my
leave.

Allow you to talk more openly.

Not like you. This hunter is obsessed with
death and yet.

Death hunts you. Your soul is hurting,

Hunter. Pains me to be near you.

Smell of roast green.

Do I? What are you on about? Rosemary oil.

Who buys it from you?

What?

What is this? What's going on?

Those of you are finishing their shifts,

dancing, any reports?

It's everywhere. Mobs are forming.

We're all dancing. Call it that.

Convulsing more like. Convulsing
convulsing.

What about missing bones? Well there's
been reports.

We didn't have time to follow up.

They were waiting for the next shift.

Didn't have time? It's been a long day.

Shifts over. No, days are about to get
longer.

Get up!

In uniform on the streets, no exceptions.

Something is happening. People need to see
a firm presence.

Check out those reports. Come directly to
me.

Where will you be in the bat with your
feet up?

I'll be coming with you. And I'll be
bringing our orca spear.

The orca spear? Is that serious?

you

This stinks of magic. If ever there is a
time to use gemstones,

this is it. As speaker of the guard,

I expect you to wield if you can unleash
that.

Precise moment that we're needed.

This is your time. Get the spear.

There should guards here. Careful now.

Words are weapons. Wield them wisely.

Or one day I'll find you,

and I'll say those three little words.

Rosemary oil is sold all over the city.

It's a running joke among the populace,

is it not, that we sell more oils than we
do baked goods.

I shall take my leave. You stay.

You invited me here.

Well, it's not a joke. It's a fact.

The essence of something once diluted is
worth tenfold what it once was.

The trick is diluting it with something
that is a cheaper oil.

I do not do business with goblins.

Have I suspicions? Yes.

The Crypt Keeper's Guild. They deliver us
oil,

and in return we deliver them rosemary
oil.

Which you have paid handsomely for.

Yes. Too well recently.

You're selling me out. All good things
must come to an end.

Is that not so? Maisus here is our
go-between with the Cryptkeepers Guild.

Since their last guildmaster disappeared,

Maises has risen swiftly up their ranks.

I came here to offer you partnership.

Partnership? No. The stench of your
dealings have brought the nose of this dog
here.

You underestimate me constantly,

and frankly, I've had enough. The rumors
of what you get up to down there

are down there. The Cryptkeepers Guild is
directly below our guild.

So good use of abandoned cellars and
caves.

Or we make a good front for nefarious
deeds.

Enough. Enough.

Your time is at an end.

This hunter has had her membership
revoked.

You have no authority here. The guilds are
finished.

The goblins have bought us a lich king,

ruler of the undead, and your greed has
allowed it to happen right under your
feet,

Ursula. Goblins can't be trusted,

is how the saying goes. Well, truly,

it's weak people that can't be.

The undead army.

Only a fraction of them are around the
city watching.

Some of them work in the field.

I'll protect you. No, you won't.

Fight here now, or you both die.

Second thoughts. We need to do something
else.

Yes, you must find a way.

could hide.

Two.

They will see you if you

I smell goblins.

Listen to my heart. It's all working with
the car.

tell you secret. Why did you deal with
God?

Isn't it fine?

Listen to my voice. I'll tell you what
happened.

Listen to the words, the words.

Focus on the words.

So then to stay, my brother and I.

Twins we are. Same eyes,

same face.

We knew the law, no trading with the
goblin.

But I was being sent across the Argane Sea
to fight in the mermaid wars.

That's right. Certain death awaited.

Brother, Orion. He had heard of a goblin
who was seeking out twins.

Wanted to take the bonds, the special
bonds that only twins have,

and remove it into a gemstone.

I love that pond. But I was facing certain
death.

What could be worth such a gift?

The goblin promised that I would be able
to

see and hear death. Seemed like a fair
trade.

We all know goblins never lie,

so we knew what he offered was true.

But you can never trust a goblin.

For you only see and hear death when you
die or are about to.

Stop moving. You're dead.

But did see.

So I was asked to come back.

I think to finish what your guilt has
started.

You must go now.

We must go. Now

Take me to the goblin.

To face a new power in this land.

For death is coming.

Fear death. I deal in it.

Might be next.

Never worked with the Peacekeepers Guild?

Never. Our guilds don't get on.

Why?

Might be next.

No.

You've been telling the truth.

I value that.

Then we should leave.

When storm comes and you're on the hunt,

you either weather it and continue or stop
and prepare to brace it.

To flee an unknown is to enter another.

Yes. I agree.

How many entrances does this build have?

Only one.

We must defend it with our lives.

Something wrong with him. That ice!

Look at that eyes!

Oops!

Wow.

What's wrong?

There will be gods. Guards? This is a
guild.

The crypt keeper guard.

They're a myth.

Well what are they guarding? The undead.

Isn't that what you regular cryptkeepers
do?

We guard against the dead from rising.

That sounds like the same thing.

No. Spirit masters

and necromancers may raise the dead by
bringing

the spirit back into the body.

The undead must steal the souls of others
to live again.

One soul brings them to life to serve the
Lich King.

Two souls and the body of one allows them
to act independently

of the lect case.

Your guild must answer for what it's done.

City this big, you'll always have
creatures,

people, or monsters coming through.

Ones you haven't seen before. But if they
cause trouble,

how do you know how to handle them?

The hunters guild always suggests killing
through the eye.

But if something attacks me and I'm not
sure what to do,

I try to take its head off.

Continue. The one we seek is here.

It's not your time to die. Another guard
approaches.

Yeah.

Sh.

Thank you.

Two moons have passed. And still the
report is far from finished.

Full accounts of what happened that there
hard to come by.

Give me the gist of it.

City Guilds have been working with
goblins.

A deal with the Crypt Keeper's Guild
allowed a goblin to raise an army of
undead.

His body was found. A handful of witnesses
have come forward,

but the bulk of the report is full of
questions.

Enough. You awoke.

As did so many others. With black spots in
your memory.

Luckier than many who died, were killed,

or who simply haven't stopped dancing.

The sooner this nonsense is put to bed,

the better. Further questions are not
necessary.

The official word shall stand.

It was a sickness, a dance of death.

Delirium will explain the rest.

But the truth is Irrelevant.

I will not have my city contaminated by
stories of goblins,

undead uprisings, and guilt mischief.

Give me the report. Give me the scroll.

We need to know the truth. Who hung that
goblin out by the big rock?

That was done to divert our attention.

The rope suggests it was someone with
dealings with the sea.

Wealthy was good rope. This scroll
contains all the sworn testimonies.

Your scribes have not had time to copy it
yet?

Not yet. Good.

You may go.

People need to know the truth until we
understand how this happens That

is none of your concern.

You are a tool.

To be used where appropriate.

Well, I must ask that Guardian Atwell

not be transferred to such a remote
location as Windshore Haven.

Her heroics. Heroics? Lies.

They were verified. By an unnamed child.

Scars on her. Theatrics. People will need
to know the truth,

Governor Bloodhorn. Someone must be held
accountable for this.

That's the only copy.

Truth is what we make it.

This is politics.

Truth is a heavy responsibility.

So let's have it. You hired the skeletons
to work

for the guilds for a fee. Important funds
to replace your trading ships.

You hired them as militia to replace the
army you lost.

You knowingly traded with goblins.

Hundreds have died because of your
actions.

Me?

You allowed a goblin hunter to get away
with.

You fail to guard our people from

You will learn a sickness to flourish
where people dance to their death.

You simply failed.

Your wife was right to leave.

You send your son off to die in a
ridiculous war.

You've probably enjoyed fighting in the
streets.

War, Monk.

Taxes will be raised to pay for the
damage.

sure to tell them

Always that failed to be.

Speak of taxes. My arrival is fitting.

Who are you?

What do you want?

Don't worry, I'm not political.

I walk with a demon's dream.

What are you talking about?

You turn a blind eye to a goblin?

Yes. We must love all races.

That's why you ordered the execution of
the elves,

the massacre of the mermaids. We are at
war with them.

So not all races. Just the ones that bring
you wealth.

Got

They're asleep.

They'll live. Not that you care.

Just you. Me. And Guardian Burrell
listening at the door.

Come in.

You're working together. No. We were just
on the same hunt.

We both sought the goblin hunter.

It's not about We fight to the death.

What guild are you from? What business do
you have here?

Death and taxes. Something even you can't
bargain your way out of.

You wanted the truth, guardian.

Accountability.

That is the goblin who has become a Lich
King.

This has allowed him to use a very rare
gemstone and spirit magic to split

the sword of earth and bring life to the
long dead.

It pushes through things of suicide,

then takes the souls of those who've just
died,

causing their bodies to dance,

yearning for their souls to return.

Should the skeletons suck out under the
sword,

they'll be free to wander as they will.

Must kill him. Take back what is yours.

My. ~ He has the power of twins,

but I see no second head, second body,

or other goblin. You did a deal,

did you not? Let us preposterous.

Alleged king! A myth we would know.

You did know. You were there. Watching the
undead army take form,

for that is what you were promised.

For what purpose? For

A lust for power, the curse of many a
spirit,

master. I am not. Show me you are.

You have the mark of the spirit on you,

don't you? Your apprentice is dead.

Masus was killed by the goblin hunter for
the same reason I'll kill you.

Masus. Reason.

Which is Trading with a goblin.

You threaten death.

Come now, what do you want?

Is that what you came here for?

We will hang you. So all know.

No.

His death is mine. You will watch.

The governor has started something,

as have we. Tonight you will see his end,

and the start of a new arrangement of
power.

We are the justice in the shadows.

Finish what you began. Killing the Lich
King will destroy all the skeletons

who only have one soul and stop the host
dance.

We are the silent judgment. We are the
Assassin's Guild.

Yes, a bunch of mercenaries. So what's
new?

Nothing new. A tale as old as time.

What? They can't hear me.

This is a moment that is wholly yours.

For in the heartbeats before your death,

you get to hear me. Justice once.

A gift at the end of your life.

A life spent taking taking warriors to
their graves.

Ships to the sea. Wealth from those who
don't have it.

I care little until I did.

For you took death and gave life.

Now the undead roam.

This is.

There.

Tis your time to die. A weak heart and a
poisoned wine.

You wanted the truth, guardian.

Accountability. Death is watching.

Death is here.

Do what you will. But should you find this
token,

know the death was just.

I have upheld my bargain. It's time for
you to uphold yours.

I must do nothing.

Promised me the chance to see her again.

That was the deal. You do not make deals
with death.

You only serve. You are,

as you said, the hand of death.

What do you want? You offered your service
to me.

I've taken them. You asked for a chance to
see her again.

A chance. Not a chance.

Myself very clear. The undead still roam.

I offer myself in exchange

for a guarantee to see her again.

An exchange that

Your service is accepted. All the freed
skeletons must be hunted and destroyed,

so their souls may return to their
rightful owners.

You will see her.

Her death approaches. Feel the bone of
following.

Wow.

goes I

This is not fair.

It didn't

True.

See you again.

I don't.

service. I spent my years hunting them for
the search

of her answers or a glimmer of hope that
you might still hit.

Terrible things too.

Yeah no.

Slavender.

Yeah.

Sneezed like a well.

Just the smile that makes me smile.

Just wanted to tell you.

I don't want it to

Waited.

I just wanted to tell you once.

Just once.

friend or foe. You choose.

That's it.

Dy.

Thank

you.