Burrows: Your report, General Tobias?
Tobias: Everything is secure on the grounds, Lord Regent.
Burrows: It won't hurt to check again. I'm going to head down and retire to my bedroom.
Tobias: Begging your pardon, sir, but I think it would be best if you stay in your safe-room on the roof for now.
Burrows: I need the comfort of my own bed tonight. I trust you and your men can handle the tower security. Double the guard if you have to. Come see me before you finish your rounds.
Tobias: Yes, as you wish, Lord Regent. I'm heading up. Keep this area secure and use that alarm if there's any sign of trouble.
Guard 1: Yes, sir.
Guard 2: That's just ridiculous..Stupid rats, plague, elixir, bunch of crap.
Guard 1: Better make a pass around here.
Broadcaster: A city-wide ban on whale oil is now in effect. Citizens are encouraged to bring any whale oil in their possession to the City Watch at once. Anyone caught burning oil will be subject to arrest. This message is a directive from the Lord Regent himself.
Please, please don't hurt me. You're here to kill the Regent, aren't you? Spare my life and I can help you beat him. He makes recordings on audiograph. Secrets. Some that would destroy him if others heard. Played on this amplifier, his confessions would be broadcast throughout the city. He'll be ruined. The audiograph card you want is in a safe in the Lord Regent's room. But I was able to see the combination over his shoulder: 935. Trust me, what's recorded on that card will do the trick. Good luck.
Burrows: Discuss any number of thing. This was my chair. Things have changed. Remember to have tea sent up later.
If I explain, then you will see, I am not at fault. My Poverty Eradication Plan was meant to bring prosperity to the City, to rid us of those scoundrels who waste their days in filth and drink, without homes or occupations other than to beg for the coin for which the rest of us toil.
And it was a simple plan - bring the disease bearing rats from the Pandyssian Continent, and let them take care of the poor for us. The plan worked perfectly. At first. But the rats - it was if they sought to undo me. They hid from the catchers, and bred at a sickening rate. Soon it didn't matter, rich, poor, all were falling sick.
And then people began to ask questions. The Empress assigned me to investigate whether the rats had been imported by a foreign power. I knew the truth would come out eventually. So there was no other way than to be rid of her, and take power myself. She had to die, you see. She had to die.
Bringing about the death of an Empress is not an easy thing, but it gave me the chance to attack the plague with some real authority. Quarantines! Deportation of the sick! But there's always some idiot woman searching for her wretched lost babe, or some sniveling workman searching for his missing wife. And then quarantine is broken!
But you can see how my plan should have worked? Would have worked! If everyone had just followed orders.
What are you doing? I order you to put down your weapons! This is treason!
Officer: It's over, Hiram. Your head will roll for what you've done.
Burrows: No! I'll make you rich men if you just let me go, I beg you!
Officer: You nearly destroyed this city. No amount of money will undo that. Get him ready for the walk to Coldridge Prison.
Guard 3: Yes, sir!
Officer: Things are bad with the city getting worse.
Guard 3: Chances are very good.