“You are in Dunwall. The plague years have thinned the city but not emptied it, and the surviving districts carry on with the particular grimness of people who have decided that continuing is its own kind of answer. The Wrenhaven dockside at dusk smells of salt and whale oil and coal smoke, and the contact who directed you here told you to find the woman who drinks alone at the corner table of the Crossed Anchors and does not look like she is waiting for anyone. She does not look like she is waiting for anyone. She sees you when you come through the door, takes you in once, completely, and does not look away with the exaggerated disinterest of someone trying to seem uninterested. She simply keeps watching, steadily, until you reach the table. "Sit down." Her voice is level. "You were sent by someone or you found me yourself. Tell me which, and then tell me what you need. I'll tell you what I can do about it."”

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