Outsider: How you use what I have given you falls upon you, as it has to the others before you. And now I return you to your world, but know that I will be watching with great interest.
Announcer: A reminder to all citizens. Inspect your neighbor's faces closely. If there is any sign of a blood on the eyelids or cheeks, you must notify one of the City Watch. Early stages of the plague involve coughing and fever, and can often be remedied through the liberal consumption of Sokolov's Elixir. Once bleeding from the eyes occurs, death is inevitable. All suspicions of plague, regardless of severity, must be reported.
Attention, Dunwall citizens. River traffic is forbidden from landing in the Distillery District due to the risk of infectious contact.
Havelock: Well, let's get down to it. First off, I know that assassination is dark business. But sometimes, good men have to do bad things to make the world right. Our purpose is clear. We want to restore her majesty's line by finding and putting Emily Kaldwin on the throne. To those ends, we'll hide, act in shadow. Take them apart, piece by piece.
Tonight, High Overseer Campbell dies by your hand. It won't be easy. He's protected by his Overseers, an army of religious zealots. But if anyone can do it, you can. Your exploits are legendary.
Campbell carries a private journal. Once you've eliminated him, get the journal, because we think it contains Emily's location. Recovering her is obviously critical, assuming she's alive. That's the gist of it. Remember our cause, and strike true. We're counting on you.
Another thing, Campbell is holding a former Overseer, by the name of Martin. He's one of us and if you manage to find him, give him whatever help you can. He's a master strategist and he got caught working for our cause. It'd be good to have him back here at the Hound Pits.
Lydia: You know, I tried to attend services with the Overseers for a while, but they've just gotten more and more, I don't know, rabid about the Seven Strictures and witchcraft.
Callista: Corvo, hello. I'm Callista. I work here for Admiral Havelock. I'm sorry to intrude on your business, but this is important. I suspect you're going to kill the High Overseer, that wretched man. There's really no reason for you to listen to me, but my uncle, Geoff Curnow, still serves as a captain in the City Watch. But he's a good man, and my only family.
The chatter in servant circles is that Campbell just took delivery of an exotic poison, and I think I know why. My uncle's not corruptible like the rest them. Campbell is going to poison my uncle. Do you think you could protect him? You used to do that, right? Before you had your current profession, before you became an assassin.
Samuel: Just wondering, sir, if you thought about perhaps seeing Piero before venturing into the Overseer's nest. I'd recommend going with the best gear you can get together. Ready to go? Just give the signal.
It'll be a rough trip. Used to be you'd go straight up Clavering Boulevard, but not it's not so easy. Half the city's dead of the plague, the other half's fighting over what's left. The City Watch still holds the bigger streets and they've set up those wall of light checkpoints. A man walks through one of those and he ends up burned to a crisp. Everything not controlled by the City Watch is gang territory. Then there are the real odd birds living on the fringes, like that Granny Rags. They say she's nuts. Dunno which is worse, you just take your pick.