Guard 1: He used some kind of explosive to blast his way out. That doesn't happen by accident.
Guard 2: You think he had help? Who'd know how to do that?
Guard 1: Bottle Street gang, maybe. Watch for booby-traps. Could be some down here, by the look of it.
Guard 2: Good! If we're lucky, one of them will get Corvo.
Guard 1: You're afraid of him? He's Serkonan, it's all merchants and whores down there.
Guard 2: Kids like you, you never saw what he was like. I saw him fight three to one in the practice yard. He's a whirlwind.
Guard 3: Aren't we supposed to load the bodies into carts headed to the Flooded District?
Guard 4: Yeah, but screw that. That's too far. And I don't want to catch the plague, do you?
Guard 3: No. But doesn't the elixir prevent it?
Guard 4: Maybe. Either way, let's just dump them down there. Let the rats eat them.
Announcer: Attention, Dunwall citizens. The assassin, Corvo, responsible for the murder of our fair Empress and the disappearance of Lady Emily, heir to the throne, has temporarily escaped state custody. Any evidence as to his whereabouts must be delivered to the City Watch at once.
Guard 5: He won't get past me, sir.
Guard 6: Do you know who we're hunting here? Don't try to take him on alone.
Guard 5: But what if no one from the squad is around?
Guard 6: Then try to make a lot of noise when you die. Knock something over if you can.
Guard 5: Bastard.
Guard 6: Smells like a dead weeper in here.
Guard 5: Probably is. They come here to die sometimes in the dark. Just slip into the water, don't come out. I wonder how deep it is that I can't see the bottom.
Guard 6: Seen anybody with signs of the sickness?
Guard 7: Blow off!