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Previously on "The Outpost"...

There is a book full of names.
I want it destroyed.

That's the Vex Rezicon,
the Book of Names.

Talon, you found it.

And it says right here
it's kept in Shrine Maer-Nokh.

See how this road makes an "S"
between the two mountain peaks?

That's the border front at Hadrion Pass.
I'm going after it.

Across leagues of flesh-eating
Greyskin territory?

You need that book to help us
defeat the Prime Order.

Now I have at least two days.
There is still time.

You will be sent to the mines
to pay for your crime.

Tomorrow we reach
Gallwood Outpost.

We will hunt down a creature
resembling a woman.

Anyone loyal to Calkussar
dies today.

And find me that Blackblood!

You didn't turn.

- Unchain me.
- Why didn't you turn?

I really need to relieve myself.

He's been infected
for four days already.

Janzo!
Unchain me immediately

or I will go on you
right here, right now.

He's ever so dramatic, isn't he?
Open it up.

Ahh.

- Still nothing.
- Clearly! Unchain me.

Talon. Hello, Talon.

Thank you.
Ah!

It can take upwards
of six days, but...

But usually the vast majority
of people

would have been infected by now.

So if he lasts two more days,
he's not infected?

Not necessarily.
Maybe.

Wish I knew.

Oh, wow.

You're really afraid you're
going to lose him, aren't you?

- No.
- You really love him.

We need him,
in case you didn't notice.

Why?
Because of yesterday?

Beg your pardon, but I think you'll
find that I was the hero yesterday.

You were.

Very good.

Sorry, what was that?

Nothing.

Let's chain him up.

No, we need him in case
we need to fight.

And what if he's the one
we need to be fighting?

Well, if I can beat him
when he's himself,

I'm sure I can beat him
when he's a Plagueling.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

Do you actually think
you can be...

- Do you want to be chained up?
- What I want is to find

that book before I turn.

Now, are you going
to chain me...

or are you not?

- I'm not.
- Very good.

Let's go, then.
What are we waiting for?

"Book of Names."

It's so damn hot.

My lips are more cracked
than this ground.

Did any one of you
bring extra water?

You told us not to bring
extra water,

that we'd be traveling
alongside a river.

This is a river. Just not at
this time of year, apparently.

So tell me, what is that dragon man
thing you two keep talking about?

It's a Dragman, Garret.
It's a Dragman.

Not a dragon man, a Dragman.

Ever heard the term?

Well, obviously not.

If he had, he wouldn't have
called it a dragon man, would he?

So what is it then?

It's coming to find me,
whatever that means.

I've been translating
the smith's books,

and wherever there's mention
of the Book of Names,

there's also mention
of the Dragman.

This way.

Water! Water!

Right.

I'm coming.

Janzo.

Well done, Janzo.

Wait,
something's not right here.

Why don't the Greyskins
have a settlement here?

We're right by a water source.

Um, uh, uh.

Um, you need to get out.

- What?
- Um, you need to get out.

Get out!

Where did he go, Janzo?

My very educated guess
is it's a Teraprock.

- What is that?
- It means get out, Talon!

No way.

No, don't!

Talon?

Garret?

No, no, no, no.

Oh, thank the gods.

Garret, here.

Get it off of him.

Take one, Talon.

You sawed off the tentacles
with that little dagger?

Garret, breathe!

Talon, what are you doing?

Talon, what are you doing?

Nordijorian clerics say it can
bring someone back to life.

Well, do the clerics also say that
they could kiss people back to life?

Garret?

You've got to be kidding me.

Are you all right?

I feel like a horse
kicked me in the chest.

I dreamt that you kissed me.

She kissed you back to life.
Yes, that's what she did.

How incredibly romantic.

You know, those ten tentacled
Teraprocks, they can come this far,

so you may want to take your little
staring competition elsewhere.

Aah!

You dove right in after him.

I just stood there.

There was nothing else
you could do.

Otherwise you would have.

I'm a coward.

Cowards don't come deep into Greyskin
territory to help their best friend.

Best friend?

Greyskins.

Garret, Greyskins.

Come on, we need to go.

Ambassador Dred.

What have you found?

Oh, relax, Talon.

It's just from all the water
I swallowed.

I'm not a Plagueling.
Not yet.

I've been thinking. I don't
actually know much about you.

All right.
What would you like to know?

- Well, your father is Wythers.
- Mm-hmm.

What about your mother?

Well, my mother
was a washer woman.

Died when I was very young.

- Sorry.
- It's all right.

So Wythers raised you alone?

Me and my older brother
Jaelon, yes.

You have a brother?

Be a couple of years
older than me.

We'd get into so much mischief
when we were young.

Never any good at it,
but that didn't stop us.

There was one instance
in particular.

Jaelon had stolen a case of wine for
us from one of the quartermasters.

Caught right away.

And my father sent him down
to the lowest mineshaft.

It was only meant to be
a day or two.

Idea was to teach him
a lesson, I don't know.

Except that he was
now surrounded

by all the criminals
that my father had arrested.

Oh, no.

And hours into that
first day in the mine,

My brother Jaelon
was beaten to death.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

That's all right.

So that's why you left
the Outpost.

That was when I enlisted
in the Prime Order, yes.

It was the one thing my father
hated more than anything else.

The only trouble was
I didn't realize how quickly

I would grow to hate them even more
than he did, if that's possible.

So you came back?

Mm, Commander Calkussar
summoned me back.

I was tasked with the
responsibility of protecting Gwynn.

- Why you?
- Oh, he knew he could trust me with her safety.

Gwynn and I,
we grew up together.

We played together as children.

We were friends.

She wasn't a little girl
anymore, was she?

No. No, she wasn't.

And I wasn't that scrawny
little boy who had run away.

So why come?

Why leave Gwynn?

I'm infected. I didn't want
to be anywhere near Gwynn.

Why else?

Protect you.

Help you find the book.

- For Gwynn?
- For the entire Realm, Talon.

I mean,
the things that you can do,

the things that you
are capable of

can shift the entire
balance of power.

So that's why you're helping me.

'Cause it's part
of your mission.

No, I cannot let anything
happen to you.

Why?

Because Gwynn needs me?

I am here, Talon,
because I want to be here.

With you.

Are you two coming or not?

- Coming.
- Yes.

Find Calkussar's daughter
and bring her to me.

Get over here!

Line up!

This trench should bring us
right past the Shrine

and hopefully hide us
from Greyskins along the way.

Janzo!

Ahh!

They're barbaric.

This is what life is like
in most of the Realm.

Where I'm from, anyways.

Where are you from?

The Capital.

Mimm's Burrow.

Mimm's Burrow.

I remember that place
when I was a child.

I wasn't permitted
to go there, though.

Not surprised.

It's where the poorest
of the poor live.

It was very bad
under your father.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Keep searching. Cut every
hand until we find her.

But it's much worse
under the Prime Order.

Well, poverty will be one of the first
things we solve when I get there.

I hope you can, miss.

But first we need to get you to safety.
I'll go find help.

No!
No, it's too dangerous.

Your life is more important
than my own.

I misjudged you, Naya.

You're brave.

There is a watchman named Danno,

the one that can't speak.

He is loyal to me.
Maybe he can help.

Thank you.

Get out of here!

Those Covenant bastards.

Who would have thought
they'd be bad for business?

Gluttony, debauchery, greed.

They're the three pillars
of the Prime Order, aren't they?

I think it's, uh, loyalty,
purity, strength.

Munt, shut up!

What the blazes?

I want all women to line up
with your hands out,

palms up.

Ambassador,

welcome.
Uh, can I get you a drink?

Shut your mouth and get in line.

Next.

Ambassador, maybe if you could tell me
what it is that you're looking for,

perhaps I could help.

I am looking for a woman
with black blood.

If you know who she is,

you could save all
of these women a lot of pain.

Well, I don't.

And it's not me.

Aah!

You may have been somebody
special before we got here,

but now... you're nobody.

Destroy every bottle
and every barrel.

I don't like your business,

and I don't much like you.

This swill makes a man
forget his place.

I want this Outpost dry,

and keep cutting every woman
until we find the Blackblood.

Take her upstairs.

Leave us.

How is it
that you failed to mention

in all your correspondence

that the lady you serve

is a surviving royal?

I only learned it recently.

Do you know where she is?

First give me a way
to free my sister and mother.

If what you tell me
leads to her capture,

then yes, I will free them.

It will.
She's like a rat in a cage.

Naya?

Hello, princess.

- You swore to help me!
- Shh.

- Touch me, I'll scream.
- You talk too much.

You're gonna get us all killed.

Wait.
What's happening?

Greyskins.

They believe that leaving
the body of a dead enemy

is a waste of food.

Are you saying...?

They're going to eat us.

But I don't want to be eaten.

Nor do I,

so maybe you should
think of something quickly

to get us out of this.

I've barely even lived.

I've... I've never seen
the ocean.

I... I... I've never been
with a woman before.

- What? Never?
- Never?

It's colipsum.

Interesting.

I knew colipsum came
from Greyskins, but...

- What? When did you figure that out?
- Long story.

Maybe you should have some.

Might make this whole thing
a little less unpleasant.

I do not use colipsum.

Neither do I. Oh, that's another
thing I haven't done, colipsum.

Wait. Why are they only
offering it to him?

Why aren't they
offering it to us?

He can smell it on your blood.

- What?
- He can sense the Plagueling venom.

You're not going to get eaten
'cause you're a Plagueling.

How lucky is your bloody life?

Lucky?

No.

Go. No, no.
Stop!

No, you don't want to eat me.
Stop!

Please don't eat me!
I haven't washed for weeks.

Talon, we are running
out of options.

Oh, I hate this.

Talon, come and help me!

Talon!

- Come on.
- That's magnificent.

- Janzo, come!
- Go!

Wait.

Talon, come on.

Before they turn
their attention back on us.

Talon, are you all right?

I sent him to his death.

You could say that,

or you could say that it
sacrificed its life to save ours.

It didn't have a choice.
It had to obey me.

Talon, it's not exactly... I mean,
it killed innocent people.

And he saved my life
more than once.

That's it.
Shrine Maer-Nokh.

We can get there by morning.

Oh, well done.

Well done.
You hear that, Talon?

We'll have you more demon
names before you know it.

More names will lead
to more killing.

Talon, it saved our lives.

Now with more of them,
we can take back the Realm.

We can free the people.

Talon, listen to me.

You promised the smith
that you would find the book,

but in finding the book doesn't
mean that you have to use it.

You said that yourself.

We cannot turn back now.

Come on.

I told her to stay here.

Take three squads,
search these tunnels.

Find her and bring her to me.

My patience has expired
with you.

I'll find another way to be useful.
I swear it.

Oh, I'm sure you will,

or your mother and sister
will pay the price.

You are dead.

Quiet!

Be quiet, will you?

Aah!

Damn you, bitch!

Get her.

You think I'd make it easy
for you to get your revenge?

To kill me
or whatever your plan is?

I'm not gonna kill you,

not that I haven't thought about
breaking every scrawny bone in your body

since you put me down
in this hellhole.

Well, then,
you're selling me to Dred?

No, princess.

I'm helping you escape.

Why didn't you just say that
in the first place?

'Cause you wouldn't shut your
piehole long enough, would you?

Come on, Danno, move.

This is Sill.
She'll smuggle you out of here.

Sill, this is Lady Calkussar, or
Queen Rosmund, take your pick.

Your Majesty, forgive me
if I don't kneel or bow

or whatever it is that you do
for disenfranchised royalty.

A little hard on the old knees.

And I'm supposed to trust her?

No, she's not to be trusted.
She's a crook.

But she's predictable, which
is just as good, ain't it?

Um, no.

No, it's not.

Why would you help me?

Gold.
And favors.

For that, you could sell me
to the Prime Order.

They might give me gold,

but most likely,
they'd just kill both of us.

Then what do you want?

A head's weight in gold,

and my freedom.

If and when you're in power,
you can give it to me.

We've already searched
down there.

They're searching for her
down the mine.

Come on.
We're running out of time.

It looks like I don't
have much choice.

- I agree to your demands.
- Oh, good. Let's go.

- There's nowhere to go.
- But there is.

- I'll never make that. - I've smuggled
hundreds of swords and armored suits

across this wall. I can damn sure
smuggle a bag of bones like you.

Let's go.

Marshal.

I'm not Marshal anymore.

I don't deserve to be.

We'll talk about that
along the way.

Oh, I'm not coming.

You must.

The Outpost is my home.

I was born here.

My father and my father's father
were born here.

I can't just let
those bastards take it.

I understand.

Gwynn...

Your Majesty.

If I don't make it
through this mess...

and you happen
to see Garret alive...

tell him...

I'll tell him.

- Which way are we going?
- This way.

Look busy.

Don't come any closer.

We've been infected.

Is there another way
out of this chamber?

It's a dead end.

I mean, why do you think they stick
Plaguelings like us down here?

Plaguelings?

- Come on, let's go.
- Come on, move. Hurry!

I found some more wenches that
are in need of indoctrination.

More loot, sir.

Add it to the pile.

Looks like you'll leave here
a rich man, Ambassador.

Funny.

I spent my whole life
in the wrong career.

Robbery's so much more
lucrative.

Spoils of war
liberated from traitors,

I hardly call that robbery.

There's plenty of my gold
in that pile.

How am I a traitor?

All my life I've done nothing
but serve the Realm,

fed its soldiers,
kept them entertained.

Gambling, drinking, and whoring.

Those are expressly forbidden.

It was your soldiers that
turned this house into whoring.

Whoring is when you pay
for services.

Has any money changed hands?

Spoils of war.

- How do they taste?
- What?

Those boots you're licking.

If you think you're too old...

Marshal!

I'm eating.

Next time, Mistress.

There won't be
a next time, Higgs.

Well, it's not exactly the
most inviting place I've seen.

We won't be here long.

Let's go.

Talon.

The Vex Rezicon.

The book of denomination,

by Lord Yannu Metahkken Rino
Faxtinus Leitch.

- It's gone.
- But only just recently.

Why?

Who?

Well, it can't be a coincidence.

We almost died, multiple times,

for nothing.

All those names lost.

So now what?

We just give up

and go back to the Outpost?
No.

Someone built a shrine
for this book.

But then why would they make
the book itself so fragile?

Wait, what is this?

Could this be the Dragman?

Except the smith said the Dragman
will find you, not you will find it.

Well, whatever it is,

must be important

for someone to hide it so well.

Maybe the book was a decoy,

another layer of protection.
Talon...

I think that this
is the Vex Rezicon,

the Book of Names.

But if that's the book,

then how do we read it?

Come on.

Down here.
Quiet.

Shh.

Keep it down.

This is madness.

What do you hope to accomplish?

We take back the Nightshade.

- And then what?
- We take back the Outpost.

- And after that? - Then the Prime Order
will send more armies to kill us all.

Good.
So you've thought it through.

We're as good as dead
either way.

Listen, I have lived through
changes in command.

I have survived war.
I've survived famine.

I've outlived my enemies.
Men come and go,

but I mind my business
and I survive!

- This is different, Elinor!
- How?

Dred don't want your libations,

or your colipsum.

Trust me, he's not gonna spare
you 'cause you bake a good cake.

You grew up here like me.

Are you gonna let
those Prime Order bags of scum

take our home without a fight?

All right.
What you got in mind?

That's more like it.

Right.

Come on.

Something doesn't make sense.

The Prime Order obviously
went through a lot of trouble

and expense to burn that book.

Why under the gods
aren't you turning Plagueling?

That's what I don't understand.

I mean, why they would go to all
that trouble to burn the book

instead of just keeping it
for themselves?

It has no value to them.

Only a Blackblood can use it.

They just want
to keep it from me.

Right, but wouldn't it
be easier just to kill you?

They tried to.

They sent the Bones, remember?

And I wasn't so easy to kill.

But Dred went through
a lot of trouble

to find and burn
that book, didn't he?

Now, surely he would go
through just as much trouble

to find and kill you.

And what?

Send an army?

They could be marching
on the Outpost as we speak.

I have to warn Gwynn.

Where's Dred?

Moved into Calkussar's house.

What do you want?

Oh, just his throat slit,
that's all.

I guess you'll do.

This is treason.

You'll all be hanged.

Well, I guess you'll never know.

Aah!

Good boy, Munt.

Oi, oi, listen up.

All right.

There's about a hundred
of the bastards out there.

They're well-armed
and they're well-trained.

Some would say we don't stand
a chance in a fair fight,

so we don't give them
a fair fight.

We wait till the moon is high,

and we take them out one by one,

soul by soul, from the next

to the next to the next.

Are you with me?

This is our only chance, okay?

Let's have it.
Now come on, look lively.

Cut them off
so there's no escape.