Man 1: This is it, Sir. I suspect half Black/g Martin and North Pendleton/g [inaudible 00:00:10] a while ago. Knowing that, they're not giving up without a fight. I remember hearing the Admiral at Martin talking about this place as where they'd hold up if they had to. Anybody going in it has to breach the fort or the gate house. And there's only one way to the top. All I can say is it's been a pleasure serving with you. Maybe, after all this is settled, we'll see each other again. Good luck, Corvo/g. If anyone deserves it, you do.
You've my best to handle it. After she's on the throne, she won't have time for an old man like me. I knew you were sharp, Corvo. But somehow you've managed to get through all this mess without losing sight of what really matters. For that, I respect you. The city's gonna pull itself up I believe. Too many good people here to let it all turn to ashes. I'd best be going. Battlefield's no place for an old sailor like me. That time has long passed. Good luck, my friend.
Man 2: I know something's up.