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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.

Pause to watch you.

Watch creation.

Watch the end.

Watch it all.

Time is both irrelevance and endless.

And slow.

It moves so fast when you're alive, doesn't it?

But you can't hear me.

No one can.

I'm alone.

You're alone when you die.

Alone.

Well, almost.

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.

Watch what they do.

Who they've become.

What?

We try to fight them at once.

We try to fight the machines.

Our last result was from the beach.

We lost our retirement.

You may call it foolhardy.

But they were sacrificed for the greater good.

Because despite the free there we are safe here.

The war has granted us that.

The weather has been kind.

I've fields already for hours.

Many who signed off for the war worked in fields but on.

Yes, there will be replaced by my new temporary militia.

What?

I may have been defeated.

I have

made an agreement.

But they far away 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 all order.

Thank you sir.

There has been one engineer more than ever.

There is great unrest and there will be more from the race that taxes.

But sir.

Replacing our army will be costly.

It must be done.

There will be whispers of war.

Orcs can keep that to yourself.

But keep an ear open for them.

These are strange times.

I believe on its strong and resourceful will survive.

We look to you guardian borough.

Make our foreign friends welcome and under starved.

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

Emotion will be fragile.

Get out.

Stop there you stud.

You stole it didn't you?

You may have gotten away with stealing things in battle to town.

But this is in the end.

And such things are not tolerated.

Is that so?

That's so.

And what are you going to do about it?

What the baker's girl will stay on candy.

I for a pie.

Bye.

For a night.

Really?

You're going to cut me over to the baker's stealing a pie.

I won't cut you.

I know you're a kind.

All I looks.

But beer is easy as a goblin.

It's a kind.

You won't cut me.

You're a kind.

I won't cut you.

You say I know people.

You're a chamber.

But just cut.

This baker's size.

That you thought he was going to give you a retirement scroll.

Oh well.

20 years left in me yesterday.

Look 30.

No one is chanting you militia.

You don't bother them.

They won't bother you.

Keep your eyes open.

Your goblins.

Never mind if you don't believe me.

They need temporary militia.

You can never create.

No bit use for them.

You can cut me.

Check out the goblins.

We should leave to that alone.

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

Best to check.

Well said.

Guardian out well.

Please.

Take a seat.

And leave your weapon by the door.

This is your first time.

No one makes you ask that.

Oh, it wasn't a question.

Well, playing your party ready.

Indeed.

So how do we begin?

We already have.

What's that?

Sage.

Seems ironic.

It is Sage.

I like the smell.

It helps me concentrate.

Now you two must concentrate.

Look me in the right eye, please.

And breathe.

The world walks at a pace set to the beat of a dragon's wind.

If you can ask for lunch.

Or shall weather what life brings.

But the cost is ready.

I share now wisdom for youth.

Hold your nerves steady.

There's a swap that's all this time.

Forgot I'm most drowned by back of this wine.

But here at you.

We live with wisdom for years.

But forget youth behind.

With its angst.

And tears.

The trade is complete.

Wisdom for years.

Complete.

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.

Not bad for 242.

Why 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.

I want to know how goblins hide their smell.

Any that enter the city legally must be using something.

They stink.

You smell them before you see them out in the forest, so when they travel together.

But here.

To answer that question.

Surely mean the death of many.

It will be costly to some.

But that is the price of knowledge.

For once so, why?

You took me for a fall.

I played the innocent.

You bought it.

You wanted me to be.

Now, say each we made a deal.

Tell me.

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.

The sin lies so fervently.

Speak.

Death.

The answer is in death.

But I doubt walkers to hide the smell of the dying of deceased.

Where is me?

It is burned 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.

Now.

Get out.

No, wait, this is other than the one that saw the theft.

He is missing his bones.

Someone must have noticed that.

What?

He is missing the bones in his arm.

Stealing the fighters, I mean, he can steal his bones.

I wouldn't want to.

I took his eye.

That was it.

And half his head.

He is.

You can take this up with my guilt.

No, we have quite enough paperwork from your guild at the moment as it is.

We have a witness as to the thief and it will stand as that.

The missing bones will file a... The missing property is wrong.

Very good.

You can go back to work.

We may have more questions.

What about compensation for my pie?

I don't think you 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.

Sadie.

Could I feel like body to the medicine man, or will you get to this doctor?

Back home, you would have buried him.

You choose.

I'll draw the knot.

I'll draw the knot.

I'll sell under the medicine man.

Where are we after next?

The big rocks.

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

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

Do you want to share half a pie?

These were my son's favorite.

Hello.

Hello.

I wasn't schoolking.

I was hiding.

For what?

The new militia.

They're not dangerous.

They are.

They don't sleep.

What were you schoolking?

I was looking for the flower hunter.

Don't sleep, you say.

Hello, the flower hunter.

He's gone.

I can see that.

Sold up last night.

This morning, he said he was going to the stream before heading off.

Wouldn't say more than that.

The new one.

Or the flower.

Why should I tell you?

Why not?

The flower one.

For that.

I shall give you.

You look like you need a good meal.

Everyone's sneaked.

Choose.

Hello.

You are still connected to the living.

You avoid me even now.

What do you like?

Stating the old business.

Not helpful at well.

In order to make it appear as smart as you would hope.

Just speaking the truth.

No.

You just make a noise.

The truth is that rule was oiled.

Means it's a fisherman.

There's blood on the grind.

Means it was a struggle.

Can't hear the crews.

Means there was a commotion.

Probably quite recent.

It's a big gauntlet.

Means it was young.

I wasn't even sure it was shrinking my age at all.

It's a new sign of trade, goods, contraband.

Means you were robbed.

Well this is a set up.

What's that?

A clue that this isn't a robbery.

Is that a gemstone plate?

Not a small fortune.

What do you think it does?

Well that's a bunch of ways.

If used on a living thing, it'll scream.

I'll carry it in self-defense to away at others.

Didn't even have a chance to draw it.

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

You still think they carry?

I was 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.

We're on.

Come on.

Oh, she might cut it down.

It's a goblin.

Ah, look.

I go near that, my wife and kids won't let me in the house.

I hurt it, goblin, is that one?

You smell it, I'm here.

Kind of don't have a pleases, yeah?

Let's get to the fish a little bit.

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 am yet to decide.

What are you waiting for?

I've been busy and you have been cheating me.

And empty store, and I'm looking for more.

You look like you're prepping for a journey.

I visit from the goblin hunter.

Not day indeed.

Stay formal.

Your reputation is growing.

If you know you buy any other name now.

Oh, it's 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 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.

It's good to see you.

And you.

What's wrong?

It's wise to watch where you step these days.

That sounds like a warning.

Goblins mean gold and silver to sun.

You might be paid to kill them, but that arms are the people's profits.

You got very good.

Better than I think the city we're expecting.

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

I've had a lot of clients say that I've heard many things.

Many clients that like to buy rosemary.

It's very common herb.

All sorts of uses, all types of plants.

Who buys you purest and back?

This isn't a friendly chat, is it?

What do you mean?

It's starting to feel like an interrogation.

My dear fellow hunter.

You are prickly.

I'm weary.

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

Rosemary has no thorns.

Very good.

You won't get names from me.

I've found you've shut up shop, but not a petal in sight, any of you here.

Pickings if you've nothing left.

Nothing would need.

I am a member of the hunter's guild.

It's forbidden to harm another member.

You deal with goblins.

No, I don't.

I'd to me again, I'm good hurt you, Tom.

I don't.

I'll direct you.

I've directed you for me.

Do you love him, though?

Father's deal with goblins, that's their business.

I can't be a hundred responsible.

I'm not responsible.

A live 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.

I can't.

I've cleared out.

So it shouldn't be so hard.

Look at this.

I don't know what it is.

But I haven't sold so much rosemary since the last time the black death arrived.

The girls stopped planted.

They all knew what was coming.

Girls know before the people.

Something is happening now.

What is from everywhere?

I could better keep up.

And now?

Now I am out.

Where do you go?

Please.

It may be.

And it has probably been hunted soon enough.

So it worked.

Oh yes.

It worked until the last moment when you distracted

by opening another on the That is why you are here.

Obviously.

No, it's quite.

Why from death is mapped in the stars?

Your star is no longer there.

By cheating me, you've cheated yourself.

So where do I go?

No where.

You are here.

The in between.

But I have a deal for you.

The resting of Ash.

I've been to before and touches you now.

So that the before and twines with the now.

So you may leave with beyond.

So many days.

Are you encouraged perhaps I would not be here?

Firstly, what up this dying business?

I must kill you.

That's my job.

Crit keepers going to shall ensure that no dead return to harm the living.

The cowards, you must stay alert.

Those who pretend to die shall receive a spike to the heart or a size to the eye.

Do you want your mark?

But coward, I am not.

Die, I did.

And I don't fancy doing it again.

So... perhaps.

I should kill you.

Or we could dance.

Coward.

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

Think on that.

Let's make this simple.

Three of you.

Eight garlic this morning.

Two don't know how to wash properly.

And...

Oh... 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.

So it's so blade's close.

You've had military training.

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

And remember, if the hunter is good, I'm protected by you.

You used to be a member.

Your membership has been revoked.

Seems you like to kill goblins, not hunt them.

I serve the city.

Well, you don't.

Governor Bloodhorn declared it this morning.

Seeing 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.

Save your lies for someone who cares.

There is no escape.

On my path, there is no escape.

Only death.

You...

Can I get them?

Brush on the wind.

You want me your hand?

Sure be fine.

I need to know.

I sent you.

Don't tell it.

Don't tell it.

Don't tell it.

You're a monster.

Oh, says the man who just tried to ambush me with several others.

You've all heard about what you do.

Well, you do to the goblins you find.

Chief of peace.

An axe from Yoda.

A hole in one.

You don't know better than others.

You don't know, don't tell it.

Too late.

You'll pass out from the pain.

He's about to die.

Say?

You're the one that's going to tell me.

You're the guild's baker.

Not from the baker's guild.

We're all from the guild's feast game.

Your guild took a bounty.

I thought that was beneath you.

But he wasn't a bounty.

He was a guild's guild.

Escort the quest.

The baker's are asked to escort you in.

Oh, I guess I'll get the guardians involved.

You attacked me.

You don't believe me.

I'm checking the satchel.

I hate you'll find a pie.

Good one.

Oh, you're all saving mine.

You've got their bark in it, see?

We were paid in part.

A full one each.

He's trying to got two.

He's starting to deal with... Garlic.

If I can't eat right now.

You won't.

What I'd have... You're about to die.

That spear went straight through you.

I asked you how the one side you bled out the other.

I gave you hope.

Now I take it away.

Give me a name.

That's a warrior's casket.

Have you now?

It's the same as my sons.

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 crypt king?

Of course.

They'll probably discipline me tomorrow once they reviewed it.

Oh, what?

No, we'll need a copy.

Take it down to the centre.

We need to continue on the Fisher Cove.

Important business.

Stand up what I'm talking to you.

This should have killed him.

That's the first rule.

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.

Soaking 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 crypt keepers guild.

Why not?

You need to 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 launch?

I could kill someone.

Not if it's not their time to die, you can't.

I'm 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.

He is all around you.

I shall awaken your senses, too.

I feel it.

The pull.

Crypt keepers tend the scene of death.

I might be able to interrogate them.

Do what?

Why would you want to tell me what I am?

Call the miserable.

Trained?

After a long day's fishing, the fish are called the Lord sailors.

To store their cat, so it's gonna be cool for the next day's market.

Play soon got built up.

Not many people bet 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.

I'm going to always speak family of the infamous Beaumark.

And those days are behind us.

Paris he was rife, good riddance to it.

Guardian hot spirit lost his right hand, the apparent pixie.

The Guilds run well, it benefits everyone.

You know what's wrong, poorly?

Maybe you have some too much numbers or too little.

Guild of the Sea shares their binding with all,

and to be a member's a thing of great pride.

Miserable, it is not.

By the sun and moon.

Poor weather and gold fork.

That is a passing over.

An old man near buyers died.

His spirit has moved on, gone quickly.

Died happy.

Feeling the first, always, it's hardest.

You won't notice it again.

And happiness lingers pausing this.

Because it's fully to be so happy you are the quicker you go.

Very accurate.

That's why spirit use is can only contact unhappy spirits.

Indeed.

Hello, you such spirits.

Along with they stay the more powerful they may be to them.

This is another.

I don't feel that.

Somebody has stolen her soul.

This is wrong.

Very wrong.

What happened?

Poor last must have slipped and fell I guess.

Quite the drop.

Horrible death.

You know what?

Ah, absolutely.

Stay here then.

Crypt keepers will be on the way.

We'll want to speak to you.

What you can do to that!

Don't say it.

God, he's broken our body back.

You 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 death since those creepy little issues.

Never buy from a little crypt.

Never even talk to them.

And more alive if you die.

What happened?

That girl must have killed herself.

If it wasn't her time to die.

As all 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.

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

Yes, that's one of mine.

I'll check my letter for you.

Very good, have you?

That's why you cut it.

I went wronged like that.

She'd last you four in a lifetime.

It's a murder weapon.

Well, that makes no sense.

There'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.

There we are, right at the bottom, and... It's a 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'm here to meet the get-for-a-wrap.

Was it 24-day trade-ins' expansion, isn't it?

To allow for a guild's investigation?

Yes, I believe so.

24 days, yes.

They call me Tasker.

Because I do the task, and I do them well.

They ain't done nothing to get in any trouble, not once since leaving backwater town.

Ever.

Well, let's tell you what, then, Tasker.

You go back to oiling your rope.

And I'll close your ledger for you.

Well.

I see where the Mark of Hunter skill, too.

I know some people found on coming here, this island house.

I've only been once before.

So I spent telling the truth.

I had a breath.

I want to make my mark by finding the nest.

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 who are starting out.

Can I always see you say I get some power for one of those?

But the prices that can't hear anything.

I was told if they had a child that could hear, they would have to send to beat ends

later, and eat away until the wilder silent just to see if they have to skill enough.

It's half-bit, and most do not.

But I still get a job in silent house, don't they?

Lucky things.

Have they not paid a high price then?

One that deserves to be treated with respect?

Treat is as valuable as it is deadly.

Definitely.

You were a guild member, new and young.

You were not holding your skills.

But cheating.

You build a reputation on lies.

You bring dishonor to yourself.

And to our guild.

No guild member comes here, and this they must reveal a lie.

My dad arenas the guild and makes it so easy to be a member.

You're the priest.

Do you have a penalty for thoughts?

Well, I move up your next.

Shut it.

Do you know the penalty for thoughts of buying a hunger cost?

Death.

We are the oldest guild for a reason.

We uphold our values to death.

Recite the creed.

Erm.

For the wild may wander in the wind child under Nunchal.

Nunchal straight from the hunt of the prey.

You are straight in.

Back to your hunt, Ratcatcher.

So much to say.

We must hurry.

They said I shall speak to a crypt keeper.

We must wait.

You enjoy making me wait, don't you?

Truth the wait.

Truth the wait.

In return, serve a secret to the rest.

Tie your parchment to a chord.

And now it's truth must pass the test.

Do not worry.

I cannot read it.

But I feel the chord is happy.

Behold the truth.

Put your boot on the floor.

Good.

I hold this object.

Know that the truth is all I can say.

No other words may come this day.

No other questions.

No speculation.

And all you shall hear is that truths are taking action.

Put your hand through the screen.

Think of the question form it in your mind.

But you are the hand on the object.

And our trio shall buy.

For the truth.

We can find.

Why did this rattle today?

No, not very far.

More and very warm.

So the sun rise on the cold.

Lengthen the shadows.

Trudged through the town by the wickest street.

The under street.

To a building.

Like you're the baker's.

No.

They're the girls and them.

Men.

Out of the city.

Into the woods.

To your hand.

That is your truth.

But you missed a bit.

But you can't hear me.

Silence.

Forbidden is the front of speech.

Bow your thanks and leave.

Another's love.

Turn your hand.

Dark storm to cure.

Goblins, or towards your friends.

There's death.

There's a near eye yet.

Not past.

What do you mean is your guidance?

Stay your blade.

The end is mine.

They're not slated in the eyes.

Slated.

All is lost when you feel right.

You've won last John.

To the end of the bed.

The story's flow.

I'd love to go over her.

Life is lost.

Life is lost when hope does die.

Well, that was her.

Leave.

This dancing sickness is caused by foreigners.

You think he caused it then?

Might be a mage.

Worse.

Might be a spirit master.

You might be gathering this strength to do that towards.

They are armed.

You are not.

You are one.

They are many.

Death pulls towards you.

You want to wait around and return into a dancing pleb?

We should stop him.

Now.

For good.

You feel that death blow before it lands as you always have.

This is as much as I can help you.

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.

She's doing

a need to make some space.

Enough to go through the eyes into the brain.

Dead.

You can't do that.

It isn't his time.

Oh, come on.

Now you tell me.

It's only played by death, but I'm not allowed to kill.

You can't kill him, but they can kill you.

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

Might as well have to bother.

You can be assured that I'm going to get as good as I can.

Don't be childish.

I'm tired.

Death pulls the water now.

Heal it.

You're dead, mother!

Oh, shut up.

Behind you.

I'm like fighting by you.

I think we're far, far, far faster.

We'll wait for back up.

What was it there, Tommy?

You think that was my sin?

This is beyond the power of his own army.

This is a likeness.

You're coming with us.

You passed it.

Yes, come on.

You're dead.

You're coming with us.

You're not.

This is not of my doing.

No, we couldn't have such a dance in death.

It's beyond my abilities.

Breaking every bone in your body is not.

If you waste a second more of my time, I shall see you

bleed, snap and sniveled before I'm finished with you.

But that's us, right, sir.

We'll find you.

You pay for what you do here.

You look come with me.

I caught up guardian to dancing.

It brings shame on us all.

You.

I know nothing about goblins.

The house of the board does not work with them.

We never would.

None and they'll take it.

I can smell that you're lying in.

Who's there such things?

Tell me enough.

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

What?

Rosemary.

So much of it.

All right.

I like the smell.

Could have might not like the smell.

Goblins working clubs.

Whatever deal you have with them may be in advantage

to you, but it's part of a bigger scheme by them.

You can never trust a goblin.

And capture humans.

How many do you have?

You think you're protecting them, but when I ask this next question, I'll kill you.

Queenie human.

Ten lives.

Ten new bricks.

He's popping.

What?

Oh, humans.

What?

They're with them.

You have to get past me first.

Remember where you first met this goblin.

Must have been a while ago.

Goblins are in total.

Don't want the chicks to do this.

Don't tell the chicks.

The chicks are tricky.

There's a point where goblins are killed.

No.

This is slither.

No.

I'm a slither.

I'm a slither.

What?

No.

I remember, like, it was yesterday.

And I've never seen.

Too late.

So that has the stone of a wyvern.

I know.

So this is your fault.

What if kids get a snip?

Oh, think.

Stop thinking.

You've got the stuff.

You have a master clear up.

Official, I'm just gill business.

Whether they like it or not.

Stop.

This is the way to the baker's gill.

Please, please stupid.

I know these back roads.

I was stationed in the area.

Six-month place of training.

18 months in a close place.

Stop it.

I'll tell you where to go.

No.

You'll need me.

You'll live.

That's the deal.

I don't want to.

What?

Well, doing things would happen a long time now.

What do you mean?

I don't want to go back there.

I know what.

I just wanted to ride by the gills to follow its rules.

But I broke the rules.

I don't care because they broke them first.

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

Goblins.

They're controlling the gills.

What?

They have a gemstone.

They're controlling our gill master.

She's controlling.

She's a spirit master.

Sometimes useful for a crypt keeper.

You're a good thing, but not this time.

Not now.

I'm not like this.

This is who we seek.

What is it?

What happened?

You can tell me you're safe now.

You can'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 guy I know.

I 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 talents 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 gills.

And to offer you the opportunity to bring your

considerable wealth and support our growth.

What growth?

Leave us.

The world is about to change.

It can no longer keep hidden what is happening.

I could use your guilt as you are.

Your funds, your members.

You may either work for us.

Not at all.

That sounds like a threat.

Threats from one guild head to another.

Exciting.

This is private property.

Get out.

And the hunter.

On official business of the hunter's guild.

I know not 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.

The reputation precedes you.

Masilus and cruel.

It's quite the reputation.

They come with a simple lack question.

We have now 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.

He's a man of your own, isn't he?

Do I?

What do you want about?

Who is my isl?

Who buys it from you?

What?

What is this?

What's going on?

Those who have finished in their ships, dancing and reports.

They're not in their ships.

They're not in their ships.

It's everywhere.

Moms are forming.

All dancing.

You can call it that.

Convulsing more like.

What a big missing bones.

Well!

This may report we didn't have time to follow up.

You were waiting for the next ship.

Didn't have time.

It's been a long day.

The ship's over.

No, days have only been longer.

Gear up!

I've been all guardians in uniform.

All the streets.

No exceptions!

Something is happening!

People need to see a firm presence.

Check out your reports.

Come direct me to me.

Where will you be?

The battle you feet up?

I'll be coming with you.

I'll be bringing our orcas spear.

The orcas spear.

I think it's that serious.

This stinks of magic.

If ever there was a time to use jam stones, this is it.

A speaker on the guard, I expect you to read it.

You can unleash that power.

I haven't done it before!

We're never ready.

Until the precise moment that we're needed, this is your time.

Get the spear.

It should be gods here.

Careful now.

What's our weapon?

Will the 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 life.

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 heap is gold.

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?

Mases here as I'll go between with a crypt heap as gold.

Since their last gold master disappeared, Mases has risen swiftly up their ranks.

I came here to offer you partnership.

Heartless ship.

No.

The stench of your dealings of what the nose of this dog here...

You underestimate me constantly and frankly I've had enough.

The rumours of what you get up to down there are down there.

The crypt heap as gold is directly below our guild.

It's a good use of abandoned sellers and caves.

Or... We make a good front for nefarious deeds.

Oh, enough.

Enough.

Your time is at an end.

This hunter has had her membership revoked.

And 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 as hell.

The saying goes... Well, truly...

It's weak people that can't be.

They're moving.

The undead army.

And the refraction of them are around the city.

Watching.

Some of them work in the field.

Watching.

Making sure that the army grows undiscovered.

Come this way.

Some of them are bound to.

I'll protect you.

No, you won't.

Fight here now or you both die.

Second thoughts.

Who needs to do something else?

Yes.

You must find a way.

We could hide.

Perhaps.

They are the undead.

They cannot hear you.

But they will see you if you move.

I spell goblins.

And... Listen to us.

It's all working with the goblins.

I'm telling you, see you.

I'll tell you what happened.

This seems to be where it's the worst focus on our lives.

So then just day.

My brother or not.

Twins we are.

Same arms, same face.

We need the law on no trading with a goblin.

That was being sent across the arcing.

See, to fight in the learning world.

That's right.

Certain death awaited.

My brother, Orion.

He is out of a goblin who is seeking out twins.

He wants to take the bombs, the special bombs that only twins have.

And remove it into a gemstone.

I love that bond.

But I was facing certain death.

What could be worth such a gift?

The goblin promised.

I would be able to see in here death.

Seems like a fair trade.

We all know goblins never lie, so when you want to you off it was true.

You can never trust a goblin.

For you, only see and hear death when you die.

Over about two.

Careful.

Stop moving.

You're dead.

Not at the moment.

But I did see.

And 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.

I tell you to face a new power in this land.

For death is coming.

I do not fear death.

I deal in it.

I might be next.

Never worked with the peacekeeper's guild.

Never.

Our guilds don't get on.

Why?

I might be next.

No.

You've been telling the truth.

I value that.

Then we should leave.

When a storm comes and you're on the hunt, you need the

weather it, and continue your stop and prepare to brace it.

To flee in, I'm nervous to enter another.

I don't.

I don't.

I agree.

How many entrances does this bear have?

I'm no one.

Then we must defend it with our lives.

I'm really just figuring that on!

Look at that arms!

Get out!

Why are you doing this?

Stop it!

Stop it!

What's wrong?

There will be gods.

Gods.

This is a guild.

The crib to keep a god.

They're a myth.

For what's in their garden?

The undead.

Isn't that what you regular crib keep us do?

We got against the dead from rising.

That sounds like the same thing.

You know, spirit masters and necromancers, they 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.

It depends on the Lich King.

Your guild must answer for what it's done.

In a city this big, they'll always have creatures.

People are monsters coming through.

What 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 tried to take its head off.

The one we seek is here.

The pressure on the moment.

It's not your time to die.

Another god approaches.

Not dead, hurry.

Two moons have passed.

And still the report is far from finished.

A full of cons of what happened there.

Hard to come by.

Give me the gist of it.

The city guilds have been working with goblins.

I deal with the quick-key brews guild.

I'll allow the goblins to raise an army of undead.

His body was fined.

A handful of witnesses have come forward, but

the bulk of the report is full of questions.

Enough?

You awoke.

I did so many others.

With black spots in your memory.

Lucky other men who died were killed, or who simply haven't stopped dancing.

As soon as this nonsense has put the bed the better.

Further questions are not necessary.

The official word should 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 guild mischief, give me the report.

Give me the scroll.

We need to know the truth.

We hung that goblin out by the big rock.

That was done to divert our attention.

The rule suggests it was someone with dealings, but to see.

Wealthy was good route.

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 happened.

That is none of your concern.

You are a tool.

To be used, we're appropriate.

Well, I must ask that guardian at will not be

transferred to such a remote location as Winshawhaven.

Her heroic... The Royks.

Lies.

They were verified.

By an unnamed child.

But the scars on her.

The Matrix.

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 had the skeletons to work for the gillings for a fee.

Important funds to replace your trading ships.

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

You're knowingly traded with goblins hundreds of died because of your actions.

You will order goblin hunter to get away with more guard.

You've filled a guard out people from killing this management.

You will order sickness to flourish where people dance to their death.

We trusted the guardians.

We trusted you.

I did my best.

You simply failed.

Get out.

Your wife was right to leave you.

You said you're set off to die in a ridiculous war.

You probably enjoyed fighting in the streets.

War hungry.

Taxes will be raised to pay for the damage.

That would be sure to tell the people what was that failed to protect them.

I'll fight that.

You speak of taxes.

My arrival is fitting.

Who are you?

Where do you want?

Don't worry, I'm not political.

I walk with a demon stream.

What are you talking about?

Whilst 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.

God!

They're asleep.

They'll live.

Not that you can.

It's just you, me.

And Guardian Burrell listening to the door.

Come in.

So.

You're working together.

No.

We were just on the same hunt.

We both sought the goblin hunt.

Come on, it's not hurt.

We'll fight to the best.

What can do you from?

What business do you have for you?

Death and taxes.

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

You want 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, to split the soul of

the planet and bring a knife to the long dead.

It pushes through to suicide and takes the souls of

those who just died, causing their bodies to dance.

Yerning for their souls to return, should the skeletons suck out into the soul?

They will be free to learn as they will.

You must kill him.

Take back, what is yours?

Nine.

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.

A Lich King.

A myth, we would know.

You didn't know.

You were then, watching the undead army take four for them.

That's what you were promised.

What about us?

Four.

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

I am not.

Shill your arm.

You have the mark of the spirit on you, don't you?

Your apprentice is dead.

Maseous was killed by the goblin hunts of the same reason I'll kill you.

Maseous.

Reason.

Which is.

Trading with a goblin.

You threaten death.

Come, nobody you want.

Is that what you came here for?

We will hide you.

So all know.

His death is mine.

You will watch.

The governor has started something as if we, tonight you will see his end.

And the start of a new arrangement of power.

Who are you?

We are the justice in the shadows.

Finish what you began.

Killing the lich king of the sword by the skeletons,

who only have one soul, pinstomp the horse down.

We are the silent judgment.

We are the assassins killed.

Yes, a bunch of nurseries.

So much in you.

Nothing new.

A tale is always time.

What?

Oh, yes.

What was that?

What?

There you can't hear me.

This is a moment that is only yours.

For in the heartbeats before your death, you get to hear me.

Just this 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 can't listen.

Until I did.

For you took death.

And gave life.

Now the undead roam.

This is wrong.

It is your time to die.

A weak heart.

And I poisoned the wine.

You wanted the truth, Guardian.

Accountability.

Death is watching.

Death is here.

Do what you will.

But should you find this token?

No, the death was just.

That will be the quick keep of guards.

Too late.

I have upheld my bargain.

It's time for you to uphold yours.

I must do nothing.

You 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 have taken them.

You asked for a chance to see her again.

A chance.

Not a guarantee.

Let me make myself very clear.

The undead still roam.

I offer myself an exchange for a guarantee to see her again.

An exchange that I can do.

Your service is accepted.

All the free skeletons must be hunted and destroyed,

so their souls may return to their rightful owners.

You will see her for her death approaches.

For you, the poor will not follow it.

You never mess in good life.

I thought you were dead.

I thought.

..

This is not fair.

It's life that I've been through.

I thought it didn't last my night.

What the hell was true?

How did you see you again?

You traded the cold at work.

No way.

After I did my service, I saw my ears hunting him fully, as such a good part.

That's the same.

I've been gonna hurt up, but you might still let terrible things do now.

Go.

You're here now.

I got some love into today.

I haven't a few years.

You sneeze like a wild cave.

Just smile.

It makes me smile.

I must use it.

I just wanted to tell you.

But I wanted to.

I waited.

I just wanted to tell you once.

Just once.

Wait.

Are you friend or foe?

You changed.

Hey,

I said, I am fired.

I said, I am fired.

I said, I am fired.

I said, I am fired.