CHANGELING

Tragedian: How small you are, how frail... Will you survive in this horrible world? > You're talking as if I were a newborn baby. [[> What happened to your face? *]]

[[Tragedian]] [[Executor]] [[Grace]] (start here to skip the tutorial) Main Quest: The Harbinger [[Katerina|> That's odd... Impossible, actually. It must have been me, there's no other way. *]] [[Alexander|> I'll do as you say.]] [[Katerina|> All right. I'll do as you say.]] [[Doghead|> All right. I'll do everything you say.]] [[Grace|> Ah! I know her. *]] [[Haruspex|> I'll try to find him... *]] [[Anna Angel|> You fear me, Ripper. And rightly so. You must already feel that I'll be the undoing of your gory plans. *]] [[Bachelor|> No, they haven't! Nothing of the sort... *]] [[Alexander|> I'm a miracle worker. *]] Side Quest: The Hooks (Truth Revealing Itself) [[Alexander|> Tell me when you're clear.]] [[Katerina|> Why would I? You're helping me. So I have nothing to hide from you. *]] [[Georgiy|> All right. I'll follow your advice.]] [[Maria|> All right. Where will I find her?]] [[Georgiy|> Goodbye, Maria.]] [[Alexander|> Sleep. Poor old man... Let some sleep soothe him at least a little.]] Side Quest: For Those With the Freedom of Choice [[Anna Angel|> See you tomorrow. I'm so glad it was you who gave me shelter! You'll see how it will pay off in the future...]] [[Notkin|> A trifle, you say? Why, I'll get acquainted with those boys all right. And I'm not scared of the thieves either. *]] [[Anna Angel|> I was the one who decided if he should live or die.]] Misc. Dialogue [[Bad Grief|> Now, Anna, there's no need. You don't know what you're doing. I'm glad to have helped you.]] [[Girl|> I'll surprise you many times yet, thief! *]] [[Anna Angel|> Intelligence is relative. Often the voice of reason tangles the ways of fate, whereas the heart always leads you down the right path. *]] [[Mark Immortell|> I don't know. It's not I who heals, it's the power that chose me as its instrument. *]]

Executor: Oi! You're one swift appearer! A child, a sweet child... Such thin, see-through palms you've got -- magnificent little hands, so extraordinary... And already blackened and reddened all over. How very evocative. > What do you want from me? > Who are you? [[> How did I end up here? *]]

Tragedian: How can you say something like that? You haven't seen my face, it's behind the mask! Nor can I see your true face... [[> You can't see my face? As if I were wearing a mask too? That's funny. Is there anything you wanted to tell me?]]

Tragedian: Aren't you? You'll have to be taught to eat, drink, sleep, move around, heal yourself; even to breathe. This place drains your health all too fast; even a seasoned person must stay alert. Not everyone manages to cope. [[> Teach me, kindly Mask. How do I stay in good health? *]] > I don't need your advice. I think I'm familiar with eating. You open your mouth and go "nom."

Tragedian: We're dying every minute of our lives. Thousands of cells dissolve, melt, burst like bubbles in a froth. You must replenish your strength several times a day. If you allow yourself to be overcome with exhaustion, or your hunger becomes unbearable, you will be dying even faster than usual. And usual is fast enough as it is. It's the air in this place... [[> I'm hungry already. Starving, actually! *]] > I'm so tired, it's as if I've been sleepwalking all night...

Tragedian: You can buy food at a shop. If money is a problem, various comestibles can be picked up at residential houses, but those are closed except during an emergency. And should you break into one using a lockpick, be nimble; the inhabitants will defend their property. > So what am I to do? [[> And what if I'm injured? *]]

Tragedian: There are pharmacies selling medicine -- at no small price, mind you; or you can barter for it with one of the street urchins, who carry it around out of sheer curiosity; or, if you're lucky, you may get away with pinching some from a private home. Be sure not to abuse those substances; they're bad for your system! [[> Pinching? As in stealing? Won't they give me some if I ask politely?]]

Tragedian: You can take anything you want at the mansions of those destined for the leading roles in this unfolding drama: such is the custom of hospitality with the local aristocracy and those who try to imitate them. [[> What sort of people are they? *]] > I know. I know all that already. Goodbye, good soul.

Tragedian: You will soon learn to spot them among the populace. Their homes stand out. By the way, this is also where you can find a bed to get some replenishing sleep in -- provided, of course, that you don't give the owners a reason to shut the door on you. [[> Where can I buy useful things around here?]]

Tragedian: You can spot a shop by its sign. They're for selling useless items as well as buying useful ones. And some of the people in the street will gladly barter things they wouldn't sell you for money. There's illicit trade going on at a couple of secret spots -- but a lady so young would be wise not to set foot in those dens. Or, for that matter, talk about them. [[> So there are things no one would sell me, right?]]

Tragedian: Should your reputation -- on the importance of which my surly colleague has been meaning to speak to you -- sink so low as to lose you the trust of even the most desperately reckless (which describes all merchants), you won't be able to buy even the most harmless of articles. But reputation can be restored. [[> What else can you teach me?]]

Tragedian: Essentially, this is it for now. Don't forget to stop by the caretaker's lodge. Awaiting you there is Katerina, who will be a better mentor and support than myself in these difficult first days. You're lucky to have her on your side -- being as she is a Mistress, as well as wife to our ruler, the fearsom Alexander. > Very lucky indeed1 > Thank you, Mask. I don't need you anymore. [[Executor]]

Executor: You crawled out of a grave, sweet child. Or maybe clawed your way right out of the bowels of the earth with your fingernails. Couldn't tell from over here, the mask diminishes my field of view a bit... [[> Dear me... And what was I doing in there? *]] > And why are you standing here with these horrible masks on your faces... Has something happened?

Executor: And who are you? That's a much more interesting question as far as everyone's concered. Yourself included, I should think... [[> You can call me Clara.]]

Executor: Before you enter the town and embark on your -- uh -- cleansing agenda, I'd like to give you a few pieces of advice. You are, after all, a mere hatchling; I rather doubt you arrived at this cemetary with yout m.o already laid out, if you pardon the pun. [[> Please do tell me. *]] > I'll figure it out, beakhead! Go away and don't bother me anymore.

Executor: Time won't wait for you. Hour after hour, day after day, it will run out fast. You're not the centre of the universe -- not even now that you have this truly exceptional part to play. At some point, you may even feel that you could easily be everywhere at once... But make no mistake, the town is changing ith time, and there's nothing you can do about it. [[> We'll see about that! *]] > Why do you need to rub it in?

Executor: Time has the final say in the matters of life and death. It may so happen that you will knock on the door of a person you need when that person already past being able to answer you. The news changes too... What was on a person's mind a day ago will have petered out come tomorrow. And it may have been something you'd have found useful. [[> Pray, why speak of such terrible things? It's not like I have a say in matters of anyone's life and death, time or no time.]]

Executor: Ha ha ha ha ha! Haven't had a laugh like this in quite a while. If you don't have a say, who does? Who but you, my blessed child, is holding in her hands the lives and deaths of others. But be careful with your terrible gift. Every death will count against you. No amount of trickery is too much, no price is too high for maintaining a viable reputation. [[> Reputation?]]

Executor: Yes, you will have a reputation too, my dear child.. and I don't think you'll find that sullen horse easy to tame. It will be full of surprises. Your reputation will be falling, always, relentlessly. And it's decisive in, you know, everything: how many friends you've got, how many enemies. Trust opens the right doors and the right lips. > How do I keep track of my reputation? [[> Why will it always be falling? I'm a good person... *]]

Executor: But people are convinced to the contrary. You will exist in several guises here. The guise that will live in the collective mind -- and, one may speculate, the collective memory -- is a most terrifying one. Every day, people will witness signs of your otherworldly nature. They will be frightened. [[> No! I will be remembered for my mercy! And always spoken of in praise! You'll see! *]] > Doesn't matter... It won't help them any.

Executor: People will always appreciate your help. And I can assure you a lot of people are going to need help these days. Relieving sufferers from their misery is appreciated a great deal. Sometimes a person is in such great pain that even euthanasia will be a blessing -- especially for the incurable. [[> Do I have a good reputation right now? *]] > I know all that! There's no need to teach me the basics.

Executor: Right now? Search me. But that's easy to find out. In fact it's generally a good idea not to neglect checking up on your status. Has my kind-hearted colleague spoken to you about it yet? [[> He has. *]] > He hasn't.

Executor: Most importantly, don't forget to stop by the caretaker's lodge. You've got people awaiting you there, and they have no doubts about your identity. As it happens, they've just drawn proof of your arrival from a pile of oracle bones... Your turning up in person will duly impress them. Tarry not. > Careful! Don't scratch me with that beak of yours. [[> I'll remember to do that, kindly teacher. Thank you... *]]

Executor: Me? I'm not much of a teacher... More like your faithful servant. I'm here becase of you, you know. It's you who are the kindly teacher. [[> As you wish.||Grace]]

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Side Quest: The Living [[Lara Ravel]] [[Harpist|> Fine, I'll find this Harpist of yours. *]] [[Bachelor|> I know very well what happens. Let's go. Lara's worried about you. *]] [[Lara Ravel|> Go to hell... You and your jokes!]] Main Quest: Spirit of the Restless Kin [[Alexander|> I don't need money...]] [[Vlad the Younger|> Yes, father. I'll do my duty.]] [[Big Vlad|> Yes, it would do good to speak with him. That's where I can find a hook... *]] [[Aspity|> That's better... You'll appreciate me yet. *]] [[Haruspex|> Fine... I'll do the whisper. But if I do find him, you owe me that conversation.]] [[Aspity|> It's the only house with a cellar in the quarter which corners on the Abattoir and runs adjacent to the cemetary. *]] [[Alexander|> I'll think it over.]] Side Quest: The Curative Substances [[Vlad Jr|> All the same, she's not guilty.]] [[Anna Angel|> I'll certainly manage that. I just have to look a person in the eye and they become so docile... I'm a mellower of hardened hearts. *]] [[WORM|> All right... we'll do it your way. But you owe me one.]] [[Andrey|> Eww... Gross.]] [[Anna Angel|> No, that's not necessary. I'll handle Vlad myself.]] [[Vladito|Pray, Anna. You're looking for salvation in the wrong place. *]] Side Quest: Grace [[Katerina|> Don't worry. Your words won't change anything. There is no one closer to you than me. Remember that.]] [[Lara|> I trust you, Katerina. What you're saying is wise and true. *]] [[Grace|> I do. It's called selflessness.]] [[Katerina|> Exactly. I'm glad that your faith is firm. I promise you that as long as you can muster the strength to accept the diviine will, nothing will hurt you. *]]

Main Quest: Seeds of the Caravan [[Alexander Saburov]] [[Anna Angel|> All right. Ah, you've frightened me so much... *]] [[Capella|> Well, I'll grant you that wish. I'm sparing no efforts for you now... *]] [[Anna Angel|> Whatever I told you now, you wouldn't believe me. Don't be so afraid of me. You didn't think a miracle-worker would look like this, did you? That will soon pass...]] [[Alexander|> Too big of an honour for you, having an entire town perish because of your greed. No. It wasn't your doing.]] Side Quest: Who Will Sting The Haruspex [[Capella|> ... Let truth prevail.]] [[Bachelor|> All right. I'll ask him when I meet him]] [[Loafer Tot|> No. I haven't met any big fellows. *]] [[Haruspex|> Give it to me, kid... And run from here. Quickly. *]] [[Bachelor|> I'll take your concoctions. You'll make more, and I'll hand these out to the poor. *]] Side Quest: Who Will Injure the Bachelor? [[Anna Angel|> He's armed even better... We'll see who wins]] [[Eva Yan|> I do. Everyone needs money...]] [[Stanislav Rubin|> Thank you, sweet Eva. Now I can tell him everything I need to... *]] Side Quest: Eva [[Katerina|> ... Don't be afraid. I'm not going to inform on you. You'll suffer enough as it is. Yes, that's enough suffering for you. *]] [[Yulia Lyuricheva|> I'll try, mother.]] [[Eva Yan|> Your atheism is groundless... I think you'll soon change your views. *]] [[Katerina|> He's the one who'll do the fighting. Not you, gentle Eva... Sleep.]]

Grace: Surely you're not going to hurt a poor caretaker's daughter, are you? I may be useful to you yet. If I die, who's going to look after the graves? [[> You don't say so, my dear! Who do you take me for? You've got me mixed up with someone else, right? *]] > So you're the cemetary caretaker. Don't worry, I won't do you any harm.

Grace: See? My lady has come to find out what the dead are saying about our fate. [[> And what are they saying? *]] > Are those their bones you've got before you?

Grace: They're saying they've already vacated seven of the nine corners of their house for the guests that are due. All of the house's inhabitants are now crammed into the remaining two corners. Can you imagine the harvest that death is about to reap? [[> Oh, scary... I can picture vividly this house with the dead crowded in those corners, expecting the many guests... *]] > That's right. You're a good girl, caretaker's daughter.

Grace: And my lady doesn't want to believe it! She says the future can be changed. This is her pity talking... Where did you come from? I thought you were going to stay at Grandfather's -- you only went there yesterday evening, after all... [[> What are you talking about? *]] > Shhh! Be quiet! I don't know anything about a Grandfather... Got it?

Grace: Well, there was a girl -- the spitting image of you. She came here just before you did -- it wasn't dark yet... And then she went to Grandfather... [[> That's odd... Impossible, actually. It must have been me, there's no other way. *]] > Have you seen her with your own eyes?

Katerina Saburova: Where did you come from... girl? Tell me your name. [[> I'm Clara... that's who I am. I saw the lights and thought I may be welcome here. I'm cold... *]] > Let it be Clara. I've come to this town... looking for my sister. Yes, I'm looking for my sister. Something's telling me she has recently paid you a visit.

Katerina Saburova: Yes, that is right... I have been waiting for you... Clara. We have many things to talk about. > Ask me and I will answer. [[> And why have you been waiting for me? Please do tell me! *]]

Katerina Saburova: No, not in here... Listen. You need to go to my house. Report to my husband, the ruler Alexander. He will take care of you. And I will be there later, when Grace and I are finished with our... business. If I am guessing who you are correctly, then we are all saved. > Are you in danger? Katerina Saburova: Yes. The bones say we are in a danger the likes of which have not been seen on this earth. Go to our house, Clara. If you are who we have been waiting for, you will have no trouble getting there, and no-one will threaten you on your way. [[> I'll do as you say.]]

Alexander Saburov: You are standing before Alexander Saburov, one of the rulers of this town. You must be Clara, I suppose? > Yes, that's right... Have I done something to make you angry [[> At least half of what you've said is true.]]

Alexander Saburov: My wife Katerina said you had been seen at the cemetary. The late caretaker's daughter claims that you had crawled out of a fresh grave, the appearance of which could not be accounted for. Is this true? > Yes. I awoke in an earthen pit. It didn't look like a grave, just a pit in the middle of a cemetary... But that's not a crime, is it? [[> What? How could she possibly have talked to you already? *]]

Alexander Saburov: Do you know that it's dangerous for you to even go out in the street? Are you aware that the powerful Kain family has put a bounty on your head? An envoy of theirs just left. And I promised them I'd help catch the criminal by all means possible. [[> The criminal...?]]

Alexander Saburov: The head of one of the ruling families died last night. His murderer is said to be a woman similar to you in appearance. The description largely matches. The common folk, blinded by local superstitions, are blaming a mystical creature spawned by the earth under mysterious circumstances at night. Is there anything you have to say to that, Clara? > It wasn't me! Look into my eyes... Do you believe me? [[> Who's been murdered? I know nothing. *]]

Alexander Saburov: Simon Kain. The oldest and wisest of us. The spiritual mentor and founder of our community. Don't dodge the question. The charge is serious. But for my wife's firm faith in you, I would have handed you over to the Kains without a moment's hesitation. [[> And you? Do you suspect me too?]]

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Alexander Saburov: ... I don't know why, but for some reason I trust you. I get this strange feeling as though I have known you for a long time. And that makes me suspicious, Clara -- pointing as it does to the fact that you control an otherworldly power of some kind. [[> I do have inexplicable powers! I've always had them. But I've always thought of it as a blessing. It's good, not evil... *]] > I can't help myself. What if it's the force of truth? The truth speaking for itself?

Alexander Saburov: Why, then, are you being called a thief? I do believe larcenous skills are the exclusive domain of the wicked. [[> Who's calling me a thief? *]] > That's not quite fair... But evil is alien to me. I've always helped people. And always considered it a blessing.

Alexander Saburov: That is something you'll have to ask my wife. She, too, possesses mysterious powers. Specifically, she has prophetic dreams. It has been proven over many years that these dreams do come true. They have been her main source of knowledge about you. [[> It's actually the other way around! My hands have the gift of healing. I can cure the most terrible diseases with my hands. I've cured cancer. I even brought someone back from the dead once. Everyone said I'd made a miracle happen.]]

Alexander Saburov: Indeed... You are a miracle-worker. That makes you almost a saint. Yes, a status like that precludes accusations of murder and theft. But then explain to me the meaning of those coincidences! If not for my blind faith in my wife's words, I would have no doubt that you are an evil spirit, a spawn of the netherworld. And if you don't explain that mystery at once -- I swear even Katerina's influence will not save you! [[> Wait! I'll tell you. I have a twin sister. She looks exactly like me, is named the same, and wears the same clothes! I fear that she was the one who committed all those horrible crimes...]]

Alexander Saburov: ... All right. Have it your way. I accept this explanation, and I believe you. > Thank you for believing me. [[> (... I've just had to tell a lie for the first time in my life... to invent a fictional sister and shift all those outrageous accusations to her... strange I could even utter the words... but I promise, I promise when it all clears up I'll explain myself and undo that lie...) *]]

Alexander Saburov: So what are you capable of, Clara? Tell me more about your miraculous abilities. [[> I can cure various diseases using my hands.]]

Alexander Saburov: I know that already. Anything else? [[> I can induce a hypnotic state in people -- provided they consent, of course. Then they will answer any question truthfully.]]

Alexander Saburov: Enough. I need time to make up my mind. Now go outside, walk around the house, and you will get to my wife's side. Afterwards, come back to me. If your conversation yields no unpleasant surprises, I shall decide on your future from then on. [[> All right. I'll do as you say.]]

Katerina Saburova: The vision is becoming real... This doubtlessly is one of those two. Yet which one? I must be on my guard. > May I come in? I'm cold. [[> Do you recognize me, Katerina? I recognized you at once. *]]

Katerina Saburova: Come closer, Clara. Do you know that I, Katerina Saburova, am a clairvoyant? I can commune with the mysterious forces that permeate this land. Magic has no power over me. I can see into the future. Tell me, do you question my abilities? > That was just an introduction... You do have something important to tell me, right? [[> I have such abilities too. I'm not one to doubt the existence of supernatural powers. *]]

Katerina Saburova: The visions -- they're not all the same. Some of them are clear, some are hazy. But a recent one was straightforward and vivid -- a vision of suck power that even a materialist would not question its divine provenience. I've had a vision of the chaos to come. Of the doom of all our creations. Of the earth swallowing our town. [[> If it's all true, it's horrible... *]] > I know. I've seen it too recently.

Katerina Saburova: There was a prophecy of twin angels. It spoke of a harbinger of death, the imminent disaster incarnate, who is to come to the town -- along with a holy healer who can perform miracles with her hands and deliver us from evil. Now I understand who is standing before me. Tell me, are you yourself aware of your calling? > I am! I said so at once... [[> I thought I was a mere modest servant of virtue... *]]

Katerina Saburova: Yes, yes... That is correct. All that remains is to interpret that dream. A dream is always an allegory. Before I saw you, before I heard you speak, I had been thinking of other pairs of twins: Simon and Georgiy Kain, Andrey and Peter Stamatin... Even those visitors, the Haruspex and the Bachelor, had seemed to be the harbingers from my dream... But now I see where the truth lies. [[> So you believe me? *]] > It may not quite be so...

Katerina Saburova: I am fully convinced that the prophecy was referring to you. But others will need better proof than that. Do as my husband said and prove that you are who I think you are... and we will stand by you. The ruling couple and the holy harbinger. [[> What does that mean?]]

Katerina Saburova: It means that if you stand before our people in all your glory, fulfill your destiny, and don't abandon us afterwards, we will adopt you as our daughter. When I die, I will pass on to you the power of the Spirit. And your heart's chosen one will inherit the power of the Sword from my husband. > You're too kind to me. [[> Why are you speaking as if you were reciting a psalm? *]]

Katerina Saburova: Because there are no other words to speak properly of such things. And as for you, obedience will suit you much better than waywardness at this time. You are in too questionable a position -- and it is beyond my power to change that on my own. [[> I fear nothing. My conscience is clear.]]

Katerina Saburova: Now, go to Alexander. Be brave, no matter what he asks you. You have nothing to be afraid of, for I see that you are the true harbinger. Such things can neither be changed nor hidden from me. Time has proven that I do not make mistakes. Fear nothing and return triumphant. [[> All right. I'm going.]]

Alexander Saburov: Indeed, you do look more like a messenger from above than a spawn of the earth. > Katerina has told me her dreams. It all fits. She believes I am a messenger from above. * > That is true. [[> I'm very scared now...]]

Alexander Saburov: All right. My wife is a clairvoyant, but I am not. I need something to make sure that you are exactly who you claim to be. I'm going to give you a few tasks. Let your actions prove that your hands have power over people's lives, and your words, over their minds. > I'm ready. I have nothing to worry about. [[> You don't trust your wife? *]]

Alexander Saburov: I would rely on Katerina's testimony entirely if I were a common man instead of one of the town's rulers and an heir to a family that has maintained order in this land for generations! Several thousand lives are my direct responsibility. Do you understand? [[> Yes, I do.]]

Alexander Saburov: I have received reports of a fight at the Station this morning. Several men were killed, several more maimed. I have dispatched two loyal men there. They will tell you where the dead and wounded have been carried off. See if anything can be done. [[> But it could be dangerous!]]

Alexander Saburov: If you are truly the prophecied messenger from above, you have nothing to fear. Nothing will harm you. The murderer has fled. The whole town is searching for them. Wherever they are now, that place is far from the Station. Go and fear nothing. [[> And what if I don't succeed this time? After all, I can't control this power. It's coming from beyond. *]] > You don't think my sister's guilty of this crime too?

Alexander Saburov: If not this time, then another time. Heal a man by nightfall for me -- in the presence of a witness, or preferably witnesses. This will strengthen our position. I will then have legitimate grounds for protecting you against the Kains' wrath. [[> All right. I'll do everything you say.]]

Doghead: I'm angry. And I hurt. [[> Why so?]]

Doghead: Why? Because first I get chased away into the Steppe by my Soul-and-a-Half mates -- and then I run into a Ripper there to boot. Boy was I begging him to let me go -- but the bastard knew what I'd been picked on for, then pulled out his knife, and here I am, carved up like so much fillet. It hurts. Help me, will you? [[> Why did they do it to you? *]] > Hang on... What was it you said? "Soul-and-a-Half"?

Doghead: Well... I suppose I had done what was a mighty rotten thing to do, and mucked it up like an idiot, at that. So my former Soul-and-a-Half mates, they threw me out, called me a traitor and all that. Hunted me. But I'm a slick one. I saved myself. Thought I'd made it out. And what do you know, along comes Leathersack! [[> Leathersack? *]] > So what did you do to become hunted like that?

Doghead: Some Ripper I'd never seen round here before. And he's like, stop right there, imma question you. Are you wanted for such-and-such crimes, are you carrying valuables on your person, etcetera etcetera -- and then whack he goes with that razor. But I wriggled myself free -- saved myself again! And then wobbled my way to this place, and then... [[> What did you do to cross the boys? Look me in the eye and speak honestly, or else forget about getting help from me. *]] > Poor thing... Come on, come to me, let me touch you with my hands. You'll feel better.

Doghead: Uh... honestly, it was pretty bad. You see, there's these shmowder things. Y'know, powder-shmowders. We had an outbreak a couple of years ago -- they called it the Sand Pest. It would burn up your blood. So these shmowders, they helped if you caught it. There are still some left, but they're hard to come by. [[> And...?]]

Doghead: A-and now there was this rumour, about the Pest being back and even a couple of folks, what's the word, sick-coming to it; and one of our lot had a shmowder. Was saving it for his sister in case she caught the Pest. Basically, I, you know, stole it. [[> What for? For yourself? *]] > And there I was wondering how a pathetic creature like you could vex everyone so much. Turns out you're really asking for it...

Doghead: Nah, not for myself. Our gang, the Soul-and-a-Halves, is at war with another gang, the Dogheads; quite a fight this is, last drop of blood and all. The Dogheads outnumber us, and they've set up their lair at the Tower. And the Tower is... a dream tower of pure gold, if you like. You wouldn't understand. So I thought I'd switch sides. With that shmowder as an admission fee. [[> So you stole medicine from a friend, who might need it to save his sister's life, and you did it so you could be a more desirable sell-out? Right? *]] > You're a real scoundrel, aren't you...

Doghead: What does it matter! Everyone steals; everyone sells out; it's in our nature. Whoever isn't a thieving man -- is a thieving woman, haha! The real nasty part is that when my scheme was out, the fool rushed me and tried to take his shmowder back, so I... waited for the right moment and offed him. [[> ... Good grief. Do you at least feel some remorse? *]] > This is just abominable! I'm not touching someone like you, ever!

Doghead: Oh yes, yes! I'm all remorse and penny tins! Just do something, stop the bleeding at least, tie it with a hanky, would you? See how the bastard has sliced me into ribbons with that razor of his? Ah, just let me get to him. I'll tie him up and give him twice the pain he gave me! [[> Be quiet and hold still! I'm going to lay my hands on you, and you'll get better. *]] (RIP LIKA) > I could heal you, but I won't. You're much too disgusting.

Sickly Man: So -- you can kill evildoers with a single touch? Truly a godly gift! [[> I didn't mean to! I wanted to heal him! I felt sorry for him... *]] > Serves him right.

Sickly Man: Then it must have been the supreme judgement. With you as the judge. Yes... it makes sense. Had he deserved to live, you'd have given him life -- right? But the murderer deserved to die, so you dealt him death. Yes... It's much like what the Mistress foretold! [[> Who? Katerina? *]] > I see you're well informed... I suppose you're religious, faithful man? Do you read mystical and spiritual books?

Sickly Man: Yes... She screamed in her sleep a few days ago... Afterwards, her maids were whispering among themselves saying the Mistress had been talking deliriously in her sleep about a harbinger of fate who'd come in the guise of a child... Could that be you? [[> Yes. It's me. *]] > I doubt it...

Sickly Man: Don't touch me please, I'm as full of sin as they come... what if that's enough for your touch to kill me? My master would surely be interested, but you were meaning to heal... You had better find somebody else... That's what he sent you here for, right? [[> Who? Where do I find a person like that?]]

Sickly Man: Well, how about that one who made a lucky escape from robbers? He survived that massacre and avoided the corpse-eaters, so fate must be favouring him. Bring this one back to life -- if you wish to, of course. Will you be able to find him yourself? [[> But how?]] > Thanks for the advice, faithful man.

Sickly Man: Those people were wondering if he had crawled away eastwards into the Steppe. he must have been from the Steppe himself, a local, so he'd want to be buried in living earth. If he's still breathing and has made it there, then the cemetary caretaker's daughter must have given him shelter. [[> Ah! I know her. *]] <3 > I'll tell Alexander that you're conscientiously doing your duty.

Grace: You're back... What did Grandfather say? [[> Tell me, has an injured man come to your lodge today? *]] > I haven't seen anyone's grandfather. There must be some misunderstanding.

Grace: How do you know? > I know a lot. Are you forgetting who you're talking to? [[> That's what I've heard from the people who were robbing the dead at the station. Be careful, if they find out you gave him shelter, they'll come for you too... *]]

Grace: No one would dare to touch me... least of all a robber. There's no one villainous enough here to pull a knife on me... That's what my father used to tell me -- and that's how it's always been. > Everything's going to change soon, Grace. Keep your lodge locked at night. Expect no mercy from anyone, dead or living... [[> Why do they honour you so much? *]]

Grace: For feeding them -- long after no one else would. For singing songs to their ancestors and comforting those slain at their hands. [[> So where's your wounded man?]]

Grace: Yes, an injured workman did come crawling here. He was all but dead, so I went to find him a good spot. I'd almost settled on a grave by the far wall, when I thought of burying him in your pit. The one you spent the night in, I mean. When I returned, there was a visitor at the lodge. [[> ... Death? *]] > A robber?

Grace: No. Leaning over the wounded worker was the scary man who'd inflicted all those wounds on him in the first place. I asked him not to kill the workman, but to heal him with living blood instead. And he, the scary one, said nothing for a long time -- there was just the sound of his wheezy breath -- but then he took the workman and dragged him off somewhere. To his den, he said... [[> Who was that scary man? *]] > But you can't heal with blood! ... Or can you?

Grace: He is of Warden stock; he knows the lines of the body. He can heal people and is allowed to cut a body. He said his name was Artemy Burakh. But I'm afraid he'll kill the wounded man instead of helping him... The workman was, after all, his enemy; he'd attacked Burakh in the morning and injured him. [[> And where is this Burakh's den? *]] > So that's who he is... The Ripper!

Grace: I don't know, but I think it must be nearby. He was in a bad state himself, so he couldn't have walked too far with a limp body on his hands. Hiding at the Works perhaps? Or at the runaway hospice... But now that I think of it, his shoes were covered in grey clay, which you only get around the Words. [[> I'll try to find him... *]] > Thank you, Grace! I'll stay away from the Works.

Haruspex: Aha! Are those yout crimes that the entire town is now hunting me for? I mean, how blind does one have to be to mix us up... > I'm in the same situation! Persecuted for harm done to these people by, apparently, my sister. * [[> I'm Clara. And you?]]

Haruspex: Fine sister you've got... More of a menace than any caravan. Few people could hope to cause such a commotion. [[> The worst thing is, we're twins...]]

Haruspex: So what's your business here? [[> Grace, the caretaker at the cemetary, said you'd brought a wounded man here... *]] > I'm leaving already... > What a gloomy and damp place! No human being could live here...

Haruspex: I did. And what of it? [[> Did you... did you kill him? *]] > I need him.

Haruspex: No. > Have you healed him? [[> And... did you want to? *]]

Haruspex: Who sent you? [[> No one. I've come of my own accord. *]] > Alexander Saburov, the ruler. It was him who tasked me with healing the wounded man!

Haruspex: Then what the hell are you doing here? [[> I'm looking for the wounded man...]]

Haruspex: As you can see, there's no wounded man here anymore. He vanished while I was away. And that's strange, since he couldn't walk on his own. He must have been kidnapped. By whom? [[> What do you mean, vanished?]]

Haruspex: I brought the wounded man here. Examined him. He was beyond hope. Then I went to get... my tools. When I came back he was gone. That was ten minutes ago. The trail of blood led back to the town. I saw blood on the embankment too, but that doesn't tell us a lot. So I've lost him. Where could he go? [[> And why didn't you follow him yourself? *]] > And what were you intending to do with him, you cruel man? He was still alive, wasn't he?

Haruspex: It's better for me to stay out of the town. Every passer-by rushes to tackle me and tie me up. I wonder what I did to deserve this Ripper fame. [[> It was certainly none of my doing! *]] > I'll look for him on the embankment. He may have found shelter at one of the houses.

Haruspex: Don't stand in my way, Changeling! I don't care if you're a thief or not. But I don't want our paths to cross. Do you understand? > I understand. [[> You fear me, Ripper. And rightly so. You must already feel that I'll be the undoing of your gory plans. *]]

Anna Angel: What do you want from me? Are you looking for shelter too? [[> My, you're so pretty! What's your name? *]] > I don't have to be afraid of anyone. I'm not you.

Anna Angel: Anna. Anna Angel. When I was small, it's what they called me for my beautiful singing voice. And what's your name? > My name is Clara. Don't be scared of me. >[[ Clara. I didn't get any nicknames when I was a child, because I couldn't sing at all. *]]

Anna Angel: It would seem that I haven't lives in this house long enough for its walls to protect me. First that wretch bursts in and bleeds on my carpet; then a certain Bachelor drops by -- and there he is, already acting like he owns the place. > And this -- is this your house? [[> Ugh... That's horrible! Do you think he's dangerous? *]]

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Anna Angel: What? No... he's dead already. Although they say the dead are even more dangerous than the living! Especially if they decide to forever haunt those who'd slighted them before they died... [[> No, I mean the Bachelor! I dread him for some reason... an inexplicable fear, like a premonition. He's not a turnskin, is he? *]] > So... the living are much more dangerous than the dead after all. But these ones seem kind...

Anna Angel: He doesn't look cruel... You think he's the actual monster from the Steppe, whose coming was announced today? The terrible doll made of human bones? No, I don't think so. The shabnak always seeks to assume the shape of a woman. [[> Yes, it's those exact bones that I feel in him! He's somehow... not real. Like an animated strawman.]]

Anna Angel: Don't you argue with him, though! He represents the Law now! And the Law is not on our side. [[> What? The Law?]]

Anna Angel: Shh! Yes... You and I are outlaws. The Law is a grindstone, heavy as a bell, inexorable and persistent. You need a certain amount of power to stand up to it... But where do you get it? And so many of us here don't really have a choice; we are doomed to be victims. [[> Why are you counting me among them?]]

Anna Angel: You know, I recognized you at once, I did... Aren't you being persecuted? Aren't you being called a thief? Haven't you had the words "shabnak", "turnskin", "maneater" thrown in your face? Haven't they looked for boned under your skin, or dropped swevery juice into your eyes? [[> No, they haven't! Nothing of the sort... *]] > Pst! Quiet! He's listening!

Bachelor: This blood-covered tramp is not who I'm looking for. He's not complicit in Simon's death. At any rate, he's about to kick it no matter if I help along or not. I'm done here. No, wait. A lot points to Simon having been murdered by a girl... and this dirt on her clothes... I suppose I ought to interrogate you. One wonders if you have an alibi... [[> Wait! He's not dead yet, is he? *]] > Why interrogate me? > If I have a what?

Bachelor: No, but he will be soon. He's lost so much blood that only a miracle could revive him. [[> I can work miracles.]]

Bachelor: Curious. And how do you go about doing that? [[> I lay my hands on someone in pain, and they are brought back to life.]]

Bachelor: ... So now only are half the people here psychics. Turns out the other half are faith healers! What kind of town is this? What kind of a time? I've been transported to the Middle Ages! I presume you can demonstrate your art right here in front of me? [[> I can. Watch. *]] > Now I don't feel like it anymore. You're an evil man.

Bachelor: How did you manage that? [[> I've had this gift for as long as I can remember.]]

Bachelor: Unbelievable... [[Many continue to disbelieve even after seeing it with their own eyes. *]] > I myself sometimes find it hard to believe what I'm capable of.

Bachelor: ... Are you some kind of saint? > No. I'm a thief! You get that? [[> I'm a miracle worker. *]]

Alexander Saburov: Indeed, you do look more like a messenger from above than a spawn of the earth. [[> I have fulfilled your request. I healed a man in the mansion to the south of yours. A menacing-looking scientist in a snakeskin coat oversaw it. He calls himself the Bachelor. *]] > That is true. > I'm very scared now...

Alexander Saburov: ... And that is excellent! A first-hand account from the visiting bachelor will carry more weight with the Kains than anything else. He will probably side with them, seeing as the dearly departed Simon meant so much to him. [[> So now you have trust in me? *]] > And you, do you know this man?

Alexander Saburov: I trusted you even before that. Do not be offended by these tests. What I do, I do not do on my own behalf, but on behalf of the people entrusted to my care. I will most likely give you one more task; just allow me to pause and compose my mind first: I am considering what would be the best approach to the matter. [[> Tell me when you're clear.]]

Alexander Saburov: Here is a new task for you. It is said that someone resembling you has murdered our townsfather, Simon Kain. But now I am sure that the Kains are not telling the whole truth, and that the murder story was invented to conceal something grim that they know about... or suspect. [[> I don't understand such things... Who are these people? *]] > But you are a ruler. Why do you speak of the Kains as though they were more powerful than you?

Alexander Saburov: The Kains are the family with which everything began here. Their radiant blood has preserved the memory of ancient magic since the time of the epics. They are the descendants of heroes who had fashioned the world out of their own flesh, who had created talking beasts and stretched chains of fire from sea to sea and built sky-high towers in a single night... > Why are you telling me all this? [[> Such arts are pertinent to demons, not humans -- or rather, to half-human sorcerers who are part beast or part malicious element! *]]

Alexander Saburov: I never said they were like that. I said they had descended from such... beings. It was a figure of speech. The Kains are every bit as human as the Saburovs. And yet there is still within them a spark of the flame that burned in deities and heroes born into a mythical era. [[> Why have you brought them up?]]

Alexander Saburov: The town is now governed by the Saburov-Olgimsky-Kain triumvirate. I fear that driven by their desire to avenge Simon, the Kains could try to shift the balance of power. Their tyranny would usher in an era of madness. I don't want that to happen. But I need to be sure before I can confront the Kains. And that is where you can help me. [[> How?]]

Alexander Saburov: You will go to The Crucible. It is in the upper part of town, called the Stone Yard. Go to Georgiy, charm him with your hypnotic powers, and find out what's behind Simon's death. It's a dangerous mission, but an important one. If you succeed, I will reward you generously, Clara. [[> All right. I'll give it a try. *]] > No! I'm afraid of visiting these people. I can sense how dangerous they are to me! Their very name, it seems, is something the whole of my nature protests against...

Alexander Saburov: You do, however, need more than just to look into a person's eyes in order to make them speak the truth and answer your every question? You need their consent? [[> Yes, that's right. I ask directly if they consent, and their mind approaches mine only if they say yes. Also I must know the person's real name and a secret fact from their life.]]

Alexander Saburov: What for? [[> That's how I unlock a soul.]]

Alexander Saburov: Well then... Go to Katerina. She will tell you about Georgiy. You are not, indeed, as simple as you seem. It is strange that you have revealed your secret to me. Have you not been tempted to use your skills on me? [[> Why would I? You're helping me. So I have nothing to hide from you. *]] > I haven't revealed anything to you. I've just explained why I can't deceive you, so that you could trust me. I'll go to Katerina.

Katerina Saburova: I feel that you were sent to us by destiny itself... [[> Alexander has tasked me with finding out the truth about Simon's death from Georgiy. It makes me feel uneasy... *]] > Who are Mistresses? > It must be so...

Katerina Saburova: But why would he give you such a difficult task, my child? He is well aware that the Kains, blinded by fury, are looking for the mysterious maneater who supposedly murdered Simon... In their anger, they are missing the obvious -- but such is that family's way... Even our protection may be of no use! [[> The truth will speak for itself. They won't dare hurt me... I suppose. *]] > I'm under protection of a power that will make any ruler's army beat a retreat.

Katerina Saburova: Perhaps. But Georgiy will never speak to you, will he? Or do you weild such power over people as to be able to make him talk? [[> No, I have no such power. But cunning will become the solution where power can't. If you help me, I can make him answer questions.]]

Katerina Saburova: And how will you find out the truth? How will you make him reveal it? [[> I would call a person by their real name twice and say the words, "Such-and-such, I know of you this... Will you agree to touch me? To brave the depths? To answer my questions candidly and without prejudice?" If the answer's yes, then it's done.]]

Katerina Saburova: Why "I know of you this"? It feels like a part of the phrase is omitted... [[> It is! You really have to know a secret about the person, which it would stun them to hear. But the secret must be true, of course. For example, you can say: "Anna, oh Anna, I know of you this: you've kidnapped a child!"]]

Katerina Saburova: What's that supposed to mean? Why did you say that? [[> That's just an example. Do you know any secrets concerning Georgiy Kain?]]

Katerina Saburova: Yes, I will teach you... First of all, call him Judge. Do not call him Georgiy at first. The Kains are clever and he may immediately become suspicious. If you want to stun him with a secret... try to say, "You never loved Simon, and ou are no twin of his." He will be taken aback. [[> Thank you. Thank you!]]

Katerina Saburova: But it is not of Georgiy that you should be wary. I feel that the Kain's plot was conceived in a different mind. It all comes from Maria, who is about to challenge my position of a Mistress... But do not even think of approaching her yet. She's very dangerous. Your formula will not work on someone who has a Mistress's abilities... [[> All right. I'll follow your advice.]]

Georgiy Kain: What's this now? Here's an unexpected visitor indeed! I can't believe what I'm seeing! [[> My name is Clara. I just wanted to... *]] > There's so much anguish in your eyes, so much pain...

Georgiy Kain: ... You do look like a regular human being on the outside. [[> I'd like to help -- if my help is needed here, of course... I can work miracles. *]] > I'm not who you're looking for. See, I've even come here of my own accord...

Georgiy Kain: That's not uncommon around her. And do you know that a person greatly resembling you in appearance is wanted for murder committed by supernatural means? [[> I do. But don't be in a hurry to call the guards. I'm not guilty, and there's proof of that! *]] > So it must be my twin sister. I've followed her into this town.

Georgiy Kain: I must say, if it were up to me, I'd have you executed without futher ado. You owe your life to the Bachelor, in a way, for he told us that although there is little doubt left that you are a changeling spawned by the Steppe, the shape you assumed when you visited upon him was unexpectedly uncharacteristic of any demon he knows of. [[> What are you talking about?]]

Georgiy Kain: You laid your hands on a mortally wounded man and brought him back to life, calling on the holy powers to bear witness. Your demeanour was, so they say, like that of a miracle-worker or even a saint of sorts. Is this so? [[> I only bring goodness into this world. Such is my nature. *]] > I can work miracles. It's been attested.

Georgiy Kain: All the same, I don't believe you. Besides, you claim to have an evil twin. So which of you two is the real one and which is the changeling? [[> I've done the honest thing and come before you, so you can see for yourself.]]

Georgiy Kain: Why have you come to me, fearsome child, posing as a miracle-worker? > I wanted to ask you about Simon, the late ruler. [[> I wanted to tell you something about your brother Simon. *]]

Georgiy Kain: Is that so? Very well, I will lend you my ear, but no sooner than you have met Maria, my niece. Let her look at you with her own eyes and tell me who you are and how I should treat anything you tell me. > I won't go! [[> All right. Where will I find her?]]

Maria Kaina: What is it? [[> Your uncle... Georgiy has sent me to you... so that you could take a look at me and say what you think of me. *]] > Georgiy advised me to seek your counsel, Maria, on whether I'm worthy of asking him questions.

Maria Kaina: Why should I? > He wants to know how... dangerous my supernatural abilities are. [[> I have no idea. I'm just trying to do as the proverbial Romans do. *]]

Maria Kaina: This is a room that one doesn't come uninvited to in the first place. What did Georgiy ask you about? [[> You can see for yourself that my mystical abilities are negligible. *]] > He said you should have a look at me.

Maria Kaina: Your abilities? Ha ha ha... Fine sort of a Mistress! Well, let me look at you then, let me listen to you carefully... What is he getting so nervous about? > ... I don't know. He demanded that I be examined by you. [[> You're a cheerful girl, aren't you, Maria. Let's have a good laugh together. Ha ha ha... ha? *]]

Maria Kaina: ... I suppose I was too quick to laugh at you... Let me see... You seem as though you were two people... You are a walking lie... But you shouldn't be killed yet. Everything depends on how this day ends... I'll have them tell uncle to talk to you. Let him answer your questions. [[> Goodbye, Maria.]]

Georgiy Kain: So, my dear guest? [[> Maria wishes to say that-- *]] > I have nothing to say.

Georgiy Kain: Maria has already said all that she wished to say. Don't be surprised. You wanted to ask me something, did you not? Feel free to ask. [[> Georgiy, oh Georgiy, I know of you this: you didn't like Simon, and you were no twin of his. Will you agree to touch me? To brave the depths? To answer my questions candidly and without prejudice? *]] > Judge, you had no love for Simon and were no brother to him. Will you agree to answer my questions? Will you plunge into the darkness? Will you speak honestly and without guile?

Georgiy Kain: ...... Ask away. [[> Do you know who murdered Simon? *]] > Are you afraid?

Georgiy Kain: ... No. > Are you sure he was murdered? [[> Deep inside, you know he wasn't murdered by anyone, don't you? *]]

Georgiy Kain: ... Yes. [[> What's more, you're sure of it, right?]]

Georgiy Kain: ... No. [[> Why have you ordered everyone to search for the murderer? *]] > Do you believe that I'm not the murderer?

Georgiy Kain: ... If there is a murderer, they must have no chance to escape. [[> Why are you afraid they'd escape? *]] > Could one of the townsfolk be the murderer?

Georgiy Kain: ... No human being could have killed Simon. He was killed by a creature of supernatural powers. [[> And you want to know what the creature looks like? *]] > Will you kill them at once if you catch them?

Georgiy Kain: ... No. I want to know what power it wields. > And now answer my final question. Will any of the Kains benefit from this death? [[> What are you going to do now? *]]

Georgiy Kain: ... I will try to keep believing that his death was an accident. For as long as I can keep this belief alive, I'll be able to strive for our creation to flourish as it always did. [[> Will you replace Simon?]]

Georgiy Kain: ... No. None of us would be able to advance and sustain the town in the way Simon did. And if his death was not a tragic accident but the ruling of some remorseless law, it will mean that our family's entire cause has been condemned. The town will perish. > That's enough. There's nothing more that I wish to know. [[> Sleep. Poor old man... Let some sleep soothe him at least a little.]]

Alexander Saburov: Indeed, you do look more like a messenger from above than a spawn of the earth. [[> I've talked to Georgiy. He answered my questions. *]] > That is true. > I'm very scared now...

Alexander Saburov: Have you heard the news about the plague already? The Bachelor has found the real murderer. An epidemic is spreading in the town. I feel the Kains will not be happy with this turn of events. So tell me one thing: did Georgiy know what his brother and patron died of? [[> No. He's convinced that no natural cause could have ended his brother's life. He's sure there is a murderer -- however indirect their methods may be. *]] > Who knows... Everything points to it.

Alexander Saburov: I see. Sounds typical of him... Here's what all of it means; I am going to talk to the Bachelor. Now that the murderer has been found, no one will dare continue the search for the maneater... for a while. But the Kains will not abandon their version so easily. And there's another danger -- the mob. [[> A danger to whom?]]

Alexander Saburov: To you, Clara. Or more specifically, to your sister. if the epidemic does begin -- and I see nothing that could prevent that -- the search for Simon's killer will very soon turn into a search for the one who caused the outbreak. If I remember correctly, you said that your sister is still somewhere in the town... [[> I suppose she is! *]] > Maybe she is, maybe she isn't...

Alexander Saburov: And she is indeed your twin? Are you impossible to tell apart? [[> Yes! That's truly how it is.]]

Alexander Saburov: It is possible, is it not, that she was the one who brought the disease into our town? Would you like to look for her? [[> I'll devote all of my time to this!]]

Alexander Saburov: You mean all of your spare time. Do you not realize how precarious your position is still? You have been cleared in my eyes, but people, both the commoners and the Bound, will require more evidence. [[> ... What more evidence do they need? And how much of it? *]] > Not miracles, I hope? I can't be commissioned to perform one! It's a power bestowed to me from above!

Alexander Saburov: We shall see. Tonight Katerina and I are going to talk about you. Tomorrow we shall state our will to you. And if everything turns out well, tomorrow you may already be helping me restore justice and mete out retribution. What destiny Katerina foresees for you I cannot tell. In the meantime, rest. Take the small bedroom upstairs. [[> See you tomorrow. I'm so glad it was you who gave me shelter! You'll see how it will pay off in the future...]] > Good night to you. An unquiet one though it may be.

Anna Angel: And then there's the second newcomer! Just as sinister... in fact he seems even scarier than the Bachelor. Why else would they call him the Ripper? Why is he hiding somewhere in Earth, so close to me? What does he want? [[> Are you that scared of him? *]] > By the way, he's still looking for that wounded man... He'll get here sooner or later.

Anna Angel: My goodness... Everything points to this Ripper being a heinous murderer! He's unstoppable. He could wrestle down Andrey Stamatin with just one arm. Ah, forget Andrey, the ghastliest thing is that he apparently killed a homeless boy in the Steppe today. [[> So what if he did? Why is it making you so anxious? Surely you won't be mistaken for some homeless boy, what with this mansion of yours. Hmm? *]] > Yes, this is terrible... monstrous. > Don't worry, it wasn't be who killed the homeless boy. It's not this neighbour of yours that you ought to be afraid of... Anna Angel.

Anna Angel: There's nothing worse than a crime against a child! Especially in this town... Only a stranger could be capable of such a savage crime. Any local would know how the Kains would react to something like that -- especially the younger ones! [[> Anna dear, it wasn't you who killed him... What are you so afraid of? No matter how brutal this murderer is, he's a threat to everyone equally. Trust me... *]] > So it's the Kains' reaction you're worried about, huh? And here I almost thought you were upset about the boy...

Anna Angel: Yes, of course... But perhaps he didn't kill that boy after all... Then... then things aren't so terrible. Clara, do me a favour please! I really need to know if that crime has actually been committed. I mean, to know whether he really is... that cruel. Please! > ... Do you want me to ask him personally? [[> Yikes! I can't take on so formidable an enemy, don't even think about it...]]

Anna Angel: There's no need to. There are more discreet ways to do it. I've heard he made friends with the Warehouse dwellers... There are two gangs over at the Warehouses, Bad Grief's smugglers and the adolescent urchins. You can ask them; that homeless boy was a criminal as well. [[> Ask them? About the Ripper? They might know nothing about him either... *]] > Trying to mess with my head, are you, dear...? Want to lead me straight into the rogues' den? There's no way I'd go there.

Anna Angel: The important thing is to find out if the whelp was really killed! Go to the guttersnipes right away. Forget about Grief; you're a girl after all... anything could happen... And the boys... they won't hurt you. Do you hear me? On the other hand... never mind, do whatever you like. Just do this little trifle for me, will you? I'll reward you. [[> A trifle, you say? Why, I'll get acquainted with those boys all right. And I'm not scared of the thieves either. *]] > Turns out you're a dark one, Anna who they call Angel. I won't do anything for you.

Notkin: I haven't seen you here before. What district are you from? > None; I'm a stranger here. [[> I've come from the Steppe. *]]

Notkin: Keep close to our lot. Do you like wild beasts? Like wolves or cats? [[> Did you see a man calling himself the Ripper? *]] > I do. I like people, too. > No. I prefer to keep clear of beasts...

Notkin: Ugh! He's been here all right. A right scary husky fellow, that one... No idea what got into his head to come over. I sure hope I've seen the last of him. [[> Why? *]] > Have you been crying? Don't hold back if you want to cry... It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Notkin: Welp, it's a nasty story... That scoundrel, Lika, has commited a lowly vility! Sold us out to just about everyone out there -- the thieves, the Dogheads too... then poisoned a friend he'd robbed, and ran away. I was angry, so I said the rascal deserves to be killed. Angry as hell... And long comes this bloody Haruspex! Out of nowhere... [[> And so -- he killed the boy? *]] > Yes. That's how it usually happens... with people of the kind.

Notkin: He said, "I'll do the job; I like it a lot when business gets blooding." "I'll find that scoundrel of yours," he said, "and if I see that he deserves death, I'll cut him into little pieces right in the spot..." And I don't know what possessed me to agree, but I did. > So he's fond of running murderous errands? [[> And you're regretting it now? There, there... How did it come about at all that such words escaped your lips? *]]

Notkin: I don't know what to do with myself now... If I could only bring him back, the scoundrel! Just to think that I have someone the right to decide if he should live or die! [[> That's true... who are we to ever have such a privilege? *]] > Don't cry! Be firm. Someone had to decide this.

Notkin: But perhaps he's left the traitor alive after all? Eh, I'm afraid not. Lika is not the type to make an impression of a creature deserving to live... And they say some young lad's been killed by the Station; the description matches. [[> Don't despair. The Haruspex has spared him; I know that for certain. *]] > So that's who it was... This Lika, he's dead now. I'm sorry to pain you, but I know that for sure.

Notkin: How do you know? [[> I was the one who decided if he should live or die.]] > His death was inevitable. Higher powers killed him, not you. He wasn't a boy at all, but a real monster. So don't blame yourself. > I just do.

Anna Angel: I want to go back... How in the world did I end up in a place this remote? [[> I've found out everything... Turns out you're an odd one, Anna. *]] > Me too!

Anna Angel: And so? > Yes, that homeless boy was attacked by the Haruspex, and he's dead now. [[> Well... The Haruspex let the homeless boy go. *]] > I realized what sort of an adolescent he was. He died at my hands. Because he was a rascal.

Anna Angel: Oh. Thank goodness. But perhaps he didn't do it out of the kindness of his heart? Did he? > Quite likely not... It must have been a calculated move. He was afraid that another murder would have made his existence in this town impossible. [[> Who knows... Maybe it was kindness. Time will tell who's evil and who's good... And we won't have to wait long now. Be patient. *]]

Anna Angel: And this Notkin! Don't you think he's a little cutthroat? It's good that he and his friend Kaspar are in a feud, or they'd have got to us by now! [[> Now explain to me way you're so afraid of circus performers.]]

Anna Angel: How come...? Although -- you are a kind girl, aren't you? -- I suppose every cloud has a silver lining... You know, I'll tell you one of my secrets. But be hush-hush about it! Children... are the root of all evil in this world! > Don't be silly. Children aren't evil; it's not in their nature. No, Anna, evil comes from elsewhere... [[> How come? *]]

Anna Angel: I can't tell you yet, but I will later. So many things are mixed up here, one doesn't know who to fear more... So you're with the Saburovs now, right? Good... you'll be safe with them, and the children won't hurt you. Here, I've got a present for you. [[> Now, Anna, there's no need. You don't know what you're doing. I'm glad to have helped you.]]

Bad Grief: Oh, we've heard an earful about you here, we have... Some thief you are! Hasn't it occurred to you, lil' tot, that takin' your leave right now is not gonna be an easy job? Or even doable at all? [[> Why, I did think of an exit strategy beforehand. Do you have a soul, thief? *]] > I have a name. I'm Clara.

Bad Grief: Now that's a question I didn't expect... Smart thief, you! [[> I'll surprise you many times yet, thief! *]] > That was just me being concerned about you... Take your time and think a little, then I'll ask you again.

Girl: Hi there! Do you know how to play Reflections? You don't seem like an ordinary girl. I wonder what you'd look like coming out on the other side! [[> Did you catch the Unseen cat? *]] > Trade? I'm sure I have something you might like. > There is not a path in the world that would be unavailable to me. I shall penetrate the Polyhedron as well... in due time.

Girl: I invited the Bachelor to have a look at the Unseen cat, but I know he won't come. He doesn't seem to understand us at all. Is it true that he's very smart? [[> Intelligence is relative. Often the voice of reason tangles the ways of fate, whereas the heart always leads you down the right path. *]] > That big-city doctor will do a lot of damage! He can't see past his nose without a microscope. You'd be better off not talking to him at all.

Anna Angel: ... So you can heal with your hands? For real? [[> Yes. *]] > I didn't know it myself...

Anna Angel: And... and you could cure any disease? > Yes. [[> I don't know. It's not I who heals, it's the power that chose me as its instrument. *]]

Mark Immortell: You're not allowed in here, Clara. You are an imposter and a changeling. [[> ... Not allowed? Why? *]] > Imposter? Changeling? What?

Mark Immortell: You're against the rules. I don't want you visiting the Theatre. > No one can prohibit me from entering. [[> I may be useful to you yet...|home]] Day 1 end

Lara Ravel: I've never seen you here before. Who have you come to visit? > You, I suppose. You are Lara Ravel, right? [[> I'm Clara. You haven't heard of me yet.]]

Lara Ravel: So you've come because you found out we were setting up a shelter? Do you want to take part? It's strictly private, though, and I've never seen you before... [[> Why? I do want to take part! Do I have to donate some money? *]] > No. That's not the business that brings me here.

Lara Ravel: No, you can't... The Harpist wouldn't let me. I have a rule: no one is refused hospitality at this house, if they're an honest and honourable person. But the Harpist says we can't abide by this rule in a time of epidemic, or else our undertaking will be pointless. > Why? [[> And who is that Harpist? *]] > Can you really call me honest when I'm thought to be a thief? And the Law is after me?

Lara Ravel: The Harpist is a friend. Just a friend, nothing more. It's not like he gives me orders -- but this time, I'm trusting his judgement. He's practical, strong-willed, and resolute. And I'm a bit of a gawk, and don't have a lot of guts either... That's why I listen to him on this. [[> I'd like to help you too. But I'm not what you'd call practical. *]] > I have the tenacity of a Mistress, Lara. If you don't have a problem with my reputation...

Lara Ravel: ... I'm not prepared to put you in charge of supplies for The House of the Living, but there is a way you can help. The Harpist has gone off to take a look at an empty house -- and hasn't come back yet. If he's still there, tell him to come back as soon as possible; I can't keep up without him. [[> Just that? Your trust seems easy to earn... *]] > And how will you reward me? This is a riskier thing to do than you think. The house you've chosen is infected.

Lara Ravel: Not as easy as all that. If you do a good deed seeking no gain, it will at least be clear that you're not the shabnak-adyr. A demon cannot do good. Then I'll be able to rely on you instead of the Bachelor, who I dislike. I feel that he'll do with that money as he sees fit -- we're less than human as far as he's concerned. [[> Won't it make him cross with me? *]] > A demon can't do a good deed? Not once? Ha ha, you are so naiive! What if it wanted to trick you? > Well, for starters, I'm not going to do it for free!

Lara Ravel: It's up to you. Either you want to become a keeper of The House of the Living, or you don't. I can't spend the money anyway without the Harpist's approval. [[> Fine, I'll find this Harpist of yours. *]] > No... I'm not made for errands like this, you know.

Young Man: What unearthly apparition is this? [[> That's the correct term. Lucky you. You will live, I promise you. *]] > I'm a harbinger.

Young Man: And why would you wander into a gloomy place like this one? You can see people have got nothing to do here. [[> And yet you're stuck here for some reason. Have you been here long? *]] > Are you sure you're not a disease carrier, my dear?

Young Man: I'm doing my civic duty here. My name is the Harpist, and I furnish the house of the living. For now, I'm just watching. Look what happens when living matter comes into contact with these infectious miasma. [[> I know very well what happens. Let's go. Lara's worried about you. *]] > So what is it that happens?

Bachelor: What are you doing here? You've just been at Anna's place! Or are there several of you? [[> Go to hell... You and your jokes!]]

Lara Ravel: We'll prepare for the hard times... I hope they don't last long. [[> So is the Harpist back? *]] > It's too late to prepare. You should've started in advance. There's no point anymore... > Of course!

Lara Ravel: Yes. And that house, I take it, is really infected? [[> It is infected, Lara. You're going to have to set up your shelter here... *]] > The infection won't stay there for long... Have patience...

Lara Ravel: Here, this is for your help. Take it, I won't need it anymore. > So much? Thank you... [[> I don't need money...]]

Alexander Saburov: I spent the night in thought and recollection, trying to trace the logic of the supernatural retribution that has befallen our community. It has been revealed to my wife that there is a creature among us who is to blame for all that is happening. I've gone through a list of possible suspects. I have it here in front of me. Every one of these people could turn out to be the criminal, the one that brought this disaster down upon us. [[> How did you pick those people? *]] > I find them suspicious too. Their very names feel evil... > But you knew it as early as yesterday... didn't you? Was that why you sent me to that uncanny place with the old necromancer and his niece?

Alexander Saburov: For years, I have been keeping order in this town and looking out for possible criminals. I trust my clairvoyant wife's judgement. Even that trust, however, I would have thought unduly partial, but for seeing my hypothesis confirmed by her rival Mistresses. [[> So what do you expect from me? *]] > The rival Mistresses have acknowledged it -- already?

Alexander Saburov: I only want one thing, and that is -- justice! This is a case where we can dispense with evidence and trials. When the last dawn is rising above the world, it is time for arguments of a different nature. A trial resting on conscience, and a verdict resting on faith. Find the culprit for us! It is why you've come into this world, and into our house, the house of the town's rulers. [[> But how am I supposed to do it, father? ... I can call you that now, right? *]] > It's not for me or for you, ruler, to judge why I was guided to this home...

Alexander Saburov: First of all, you must gain the trust of the person I believe to be the criminal responsible for this. Anyone would find the task complicated and demanding -- except for you; since all you have to do is predict the slightest movement of their -- ehm -- their soul. Do something for them; raise their spirits; astonish them; surely you can. [[> There's no need to go over all that. I explained it to you myself after all. And then? *]] > Yes. People like me, and even the most hardened criminals trust me. But mere trust is not enough to get a criminal to make such a terrible and damning confession...

Alexander Saburov: Yes... You will lull them with your words. Then make them answer your questions and see if they are guilty! My wife is positive that if you first win a person's favourable disposition, and then astonish them, you will succeed. They will not be able to avoid your thrall, for you are destiny! [[> That is true. Sometimes the precision of your definitions scare me, father...*]] > It doesn't always work... Only if the person truly opens up to me. It's not right to abuse such trust.

Alexander Saburov: I will trust you. All I want to know is who brought the deadly disease upon our homes and our heads. Even the basest of scoundrels will suffer nothing at my hands if they are not guilty of our present predicament. [[> ... Who should I begin with? *]] > More deciding who lives and who dies? No! I'm not prepared to shoulder such a terrible burden!

Alexander Saburov: A mysterious creature named Aspity will, I am sure, be the best start. Children say she is an evil spirit. Simon didn't like her. That bitch has been called a walking plague even before this. I'm sure that a woman, a maneater, and a spawn of the Steppe -- which is exactly what a shabnak is -- is a fitting description for her. [[> How do I make her reveal herself after I've gained her trust? Who can tell me something about her that she'd be surprised to hear?]]

Alexander Saburov: Right... You don't know anbody here... The shortest way is via the Olgimskys. Ask Vlad the Younger, Olgimsky's son. The Olgimskys must have old scores to settle with her. Besides, Vlad the Younger is knowledgeable about the legends and traditions of the Steppe people... He will instruct you. [[> Yes, father. I'll do my duty.]]

Vlad the Younger: Hang on... Didn't you go down the well? How did you get back up here so quickly? [[> I've never been here before. And who's down there in the well? *]] > I melted into the layers of sand, and then the Earth cast me out again, right outside your door.

Vlad the Younger: ... Why are you lying to me? No, your tricks aren't going to baffle me... I have after all read a lot about you -- creatured fashioned out of clay and bones. I know what's said about you in the Tale of the Daughters, and in the Baur Meges too. [[> Whoa! Don't joke like that... I hereby solemnly declare that none of that refers to me. *]] > Then you oughtn't be baffled by my simple tricks.

Vlad the Younger: I'm beginning to like you... When I look at you I get this strange feeling that you're the closest person I have in this world. It's like a spell. [[> Could you tell me about Aspity then? You know who that is, right? *]] > And that is true, Vlad Olgimsky. There is no one closer to you than me. > Whoa, whoa! Stop it! I already have a family.

Vlad the Younger: How could I not! A most interesting person. So you've met her already? That was quick... What do you need her for? [[> Alexander Saburov wants to find the criminal guilty of bringing about the calamities threatening you all. I'm acting on his behalf. *]] > We're friends now, she and I.

Vlad the Younger: Isn't it the other way around? Nevermind, just kidding... So he advised you to ask me? Crafty, that... I've underestimated him. So essentially, he wants to do me a favour by getting this monster out of our way? [[> She's a monster? *]] > My new father has more important things on his plate than doing you favours!

Vlad the Younger: She's the reason for all of the Kin's riots and unrest! No one has ever harmed our family more. Sometimes I feel she's an evil spirit. She appeared suddenly... after one of the riots. At the time, my father had brutally crushed the revolting butchers; and it was then that he'd appointed Oyun as their Foreman. [[> Is that so!]]

Vlad the Younger: Yes... And ever since then, I've thought of her as a personification of the Kin's defiance. I've even begun to confuse cause and consequence. Did she appear to avenge our cruelty, or are her provocations forcing my father's hand? It's become a vicious circle! [[> So you believe she's an avenger? An embodiment of divine retribution? Isn't that too grand a role for her? *]] > So she's out to destroy your family, but is wiping out the Kin instead?

Vlad the Younger: No... I saw her just a little while ago. Can't forget her eyes. Languid, but also very keen and intent. Sardonic. And before that, she used to act as if I didn't exist. She preferred to curse my father, threatening to ruin him. It's all really, really strange... [[> What's so strange about it?]]

Vlad the Younger: You know what just occurred to me? That she's already taken care of my father. [[> What do you mean?]]

Vlad the Younger: Exactly that! Yes, yes... there's a reason things have been going the way they have! And that horrible thing at the Termitary... Yes, she's aimed a battering ram at him that will strike him down any time now. And now she's shifted her attention to me. That's what's happening! Should I warn him...? I don't like this... but he's angry at me... [[> Yes, it would do good to speak with him. That's where I can find a hook... *]] > I'll tell him what you said when I get the opportunity.

Vlad Olgimsky: Wrong door, girl... Victoria lives in the other wing of the house. [[> I'm Clara. What is this place? *]] > I'm often told just that: wrong door. People simly won't believe that I've come to them -- at long last...

Vlad Olgimsky: Clara? This house is called The Lump, and I am Vlad Olgimsky... What, does my name ring no bells at all? [[> ... None what-so-ever!]] > Your manner's telling me that you're a person of influence... and your voice, that you're very unhappy.

Vlad Olgimsky: What's this now? Bah... so skinny... [[> I've come to warn you... You're in danger! *]] > Obesity often causes heart failure. If you get my drift. > And you're really rich, it turns out! But that's fine, I don't discriminate.

Vlad Olgimsky: What? What the... Who sent you? Was it Yaklakh? > Aspity has set up a trap. [[> Yaklakh? Who's that? *]]

Vlad Olgimsky: Hey... Anyone in the hallway? Take this thing away... [[> You're in danger. Aspity has set a trap for you! *]] > There's no one in the hallway. It's dead quiet. And you -- you'll regret this!

Vlad Olgimsky: You don't have to... [[> I don't have to? But... *]] > I just wanted to do good...

Vlad Olgimsky: Ah! I know who you are... You're the Saburov foundling. Move along. [[> What? A foundling? *]] > You may regret it...

Vlad Olgimsky: Aspity... I'd crush her with a single stare... if I ever deigned her worthy of my notice. [[> Crush her? Go ahead and try. *]] > As you wish... But now I'm offended.

Vlad Olgimsky: Ah... so it's money you want, you little informer... I can appreciate that, I really can... So, take this for -- heh -- saving my life. I'll have a better look at her, then. > Your head's just like your belly, all fat and no brain! I don't need your money! [[> That's better... You'll appreciate me yet. *]]

Aspity: Psst! For a moment there, I thought I was suddenly in front of a mirror! You have the same bottomless eyes as me... That's because you and I are flesh of the same mother's flesh... > ... Are you calling yourself my sister? [[> ... Who is she, this mother of ours? *]]

Aspity: The Earth. [[> Who are you?]]

Aspity: I call myself Sahba-ötün. The Children of Boddho call me Saba Usp'tae. Which the locals here have already corrupted to "Aspity". What's your name? [[> Phew... So you're not who I almost thought you were... My name's Clara. But you can call me the Harbinger. *]] > So it actually matters to you what name I'm going to use? All right then... let's say I'm Clara.

Aspity: Clara, huh... Doesn't ring true. That name would better suit some holy martyr than a spawn of deities ingrown in time. [[> I'll pay no mind to your words. You're playing with me. *]] > I'm not the spawn of Evil! If that's the price of your kinship -- then so much for sisters... Aspity!

Aspity: You are insistent... pushy, even. If you're disowning our kinship, then why the friendly look? > I need to talk to you. To confide in you, if you like. [[> Aspity, oh Aspity, I know of you this... *]] > It's for the better.

Aspity: Clara darling, have you gone mental? Must be the local air. Happens to outsiders a lot. I'm no "Aspity"! > Saba Usp'tae... [[> Sahba-ötün... *]]

Aspity: Look, that's enough. You're being obnoxious. Are you trying to bewitch me? Would you like to see me try that too -- the way I do it with creatures like your little self? Careful, Clara, my child; you may go missing... [[> Don't be cross. I just wanted to talk... *]] > No. I don't. And don't look at me like that...

Aspity: I don't trust you. Why bother to talk? Hm? [[> We'd be better off together than each on our own. *]] > Are you sure you want to make an enemy of me? I'd think twice if I were you...

Aspity: Quite the contrary. We'd be much better off on our own than together. > Would you perhaps like me to do something for you? What could I do to warm you up to me? [[> Shall I perhaps fetch you some spring water?]]

Aspity: ... Listen here, nimble darling. If you really want to have a nice conversation with me, then bring me Burakh. Know who that is? I see you do... I can't leave my house now, and he needs me badly! [[> Uh oh... *]] > And why are you worried?

Aspity: You moron. It's not what you think. It's about his life and his duty. I'm worried. He's being hunted. If you find him, tell him I've got the key to his destiny! He ought to hurry; time is of the essence. If he's in doubt, whisper one word to him: "Inheritance". [[> Fine... I'll do the whisper. But if I do find him, you owe me that conversation.]]

Haruspex: What's your business here? [[> Aspity claims she's holding the key to your destiny. Go and see her. *]] > None, just loitering.

Haruspex: Who's Aspity? [[> Ah, so you don't know... She's a woman living in the kip on the edge of Earth. Some people call the place a "hospice". *]] > "Aspity" is Sahba-ötün, blockhead! The Queen of Worms!

Haruspex: Ha ha... An excellent recommendation. [[> Nevertheless, I believed her at once.]]

Haruspex: I'll visit this woman of yours. Show me where she lives. [[> It's the only house with a cellar in the quarter which corners on the Abattoir and runs adjacent to the cemetary. *]] > I can't be bothered. Love will find a way. Blockhead.

Aspity: You are insistent... pushy, even. If you're disowning our kinship, then why the friendly look? [[> I've told him. He will come. *]] > It's for the better.

Aspity: He's been here already. What did you want to talk about? Ask quickly. [[> Are you sleepy? Why are you lowering your eyes? *]] > And you're not going to interrupt me?

Aspity: No, I'm not. Speak. > Aspity, oh Aspity, I know of you this: you incited the Kin to riot! Will you agree to touch me? To brave the depths? To answer my questions candidly and without prejudice? [[> Sahba-ötün, oh Sahba-ötün, I know of you this: you've fallen in love with this Burakh! Will you agree to touch me? To brave the depths? To answer my questions candidly and without prejudice? *]] > Saba, oh Saba, I know of you this: your greatest desire is to kill Vlad Olgimsky. Will you agree to touch me? To brave the depths? To answer my questions candidly and without prejudice?

Aspity: ... What do you want to know? [[> Who are you? *]] > Did you... did you cause the epidemic?

Aspity: ... I was born five years ago, during the First Outbreak. I'm a reminder. [[> Are you the plague personified?]]

Aspity: ... I could be. But I haven't done anything recently... although I did organize that riot which got the infected Isidor in a bit of a pickle. > You bitch! [[> ... The shabnak-adyr exists? Is it you? *]]

Aspity: Which of us is the reason for everything? Which of us is a figurine with the clot of a living soul residing in her but for a while? Which of us is the true shabnak-adyr? You'll see in the end... I'll be of service to you yet, Changeling! Spare me... don't let... don't let your sister out... don't let her take over... [[> Why did you call me that? *]] > I see. You may wake up.

Aspity: That is your greatest blessing... You're a thief now -- having stolen the name and fate of another... Beware of the Law... You'll live through your persecution and emerge triumphant... maybe. [[> I'll think it over.]]

Alexander Saburov: Let justice prevail. Mercy to the innocent; a reckoning to the guilty. [[> I spoke with Aspity. I got inside her soul. *]] > Just don't be angry with me... Whatever happened to mercy for the penitent? > Yes, exactly!

Alexander Saburov: I never doubted you would. What is in there? > Asps, spite, and spit. > Nothing. She has no soul. [[> I couldn't decide... But I did feel our souls had something in common! *]]

Alexander Saburov: What is your verdict, then? Is she guilty? > Yes, she's guilty! [[> No. She isn't.]]

Alexander Saburov: Not good... So there's been no miracle. [[> ... Are you angry, father? *]] > Dare I remind you... this is not for you to decide.

Alexander Saburov: ... On the other hand, I have suspected that it would be impossible to pinpoint the culprit at once. That tips the scale a little more against your twin sister! Beware, Clara! Your reputation has taken a serios blow: the rabble does not distinguish between the two of you! [[> All the same, she's not guilty.]] > ... (Ah, so that's how things turn out now! Well, had I known, my verdict would've certainly been different!)

Vlad the Younger: You were found in the earth. Pulled out of a grave. So you're saying you've made your way out of the Steppe and can't remember anything now? Then I have no doubt that you're the shabnak-adyr. I've studied the legends thoroughly. [[> How can I prove that I'm human? *]] > Just who is this shabnak-adyr anyway? What kind of a creature is it?

Vlad the Younger: It was a joke, obviously. Do you seriously think I would interpret mythical figures literally? That said, there's definitely something... obscure about you. I can't get rid of a gnawing feeling that as I stand here looking into your eyes, you're simultaneously staring at the back of my head. [[> That's because I'm an... unusual kind of girl. This must be a bad time for me turn up, right? *]] > Oh, that's just my sister... I see her eyes too when I look at you. She can also do many things that ordinary people can't. She's my twin, after all.

Vlad the Younger: And this threat of a plague epidemic we're facing -- do you know anything about it? [[> An epidemic? No. I know nothing about it... *]] > That's the reason I'm here.

Vlad the Younger: By the way, since you're such a master of good deeds, would you like to do something really beneficial? [[> Why not? Tell me. *]] > No. I don't think it's going to be a good deed at all. You shouldn't try to deceive me. I can see it all in your eyes.

Vlad the Younger: Then listen. Due to the threat of an epidemic, our town's ruling families have divided certain burdensome duties among themselves. Bachelor Dankovsky has asked our family to take charge of setting up special facilities... As well as commandeering medical supplies. [[> A very wise decision. *]] > That won't help. A completely pointless idea.

Vlad the Younger: You think? Well, perhaps... So the thing is, the town's short on medicine. We're scraping together what little we can. But there's a certain someone who's been stockpiling various drugs for five years now... A young singer named Anna Angel. [[> Oh yes, all that medicine will be of no use to her. *]] > A singer? Young singers tend to be blithe. What's up with her? Odd, very odd...

Vlad the Younger: I don't want to force her to surrender it. After all... with the kind of relationship that we have, I can't afford to be rude or intimidating. And you seem capable of being really persuasive. So persuade Anna to donate her stockpile... voluntarily! She doesn't need that much anyway; it's more like compulsive hoarding at this point. [[> I'll certainly manage that. I just have to look a person in the eye and they become so docile... I'm a mellower of hardened hearts. *]] > Ugh... I don't want to get involved in this!

Anna Angel: Such a pretty girl you are... Charming! [[> The Olgimskys have been ordered to commandeer all medicine, Anna. They say you have a lot of every variety... Is it true?]] > Why are your eyes like that... as though you were going to eat me? > You're so pretty too! Sweet as sugar, really.

Anna Angel: No! I don't have any medicine. When I was young, I used to play at the house of a wicked witch -- now that's who had a real stash, for every disease... She lived for a hundred years. Her place had that pharmacy smell everywhere! Do you take me for someone like that crone? Nonsense! [[> Don't lie to me, Anna. I even know where you keep it. Why are you trying to deceive me? *]] > All right, I'll tell the Olgimskys then that you have nothing. Right?

Anna Angel: Oh, what a pain... This is surely a plot against me... They want to kill me, destroy my life, send me to an early grave. An early grave, yes... Listen! I don't want some disease to eat me alive, to ruin my skin... Leave me that if nothing else, or just shoot me with a gun! > It's not their fault, Anna. It was an order. [[> Give them at least some of it. Leave the best-looking ones for yourself. I think that's a good idea. Isn't it? *]]

Anna Angel: Look here... Leave me alone, my dear, and I will show my gratitude. I have means too, didn't you know? I'll tell you another thing. That Ripper, the one from yesterday -- the Olgimskys have given him shelter. So the thing is -- they don't have to snatch medicine from the people. He knows how to make his own! [[> Really?]]

Anna Angel: Common folk are gossiping about it already. His father knew the secret! And he, the Ripper, has been concealing his art from Vlad... because there's a mystery involved, and he needs blood! And he probably guesed that Olgimsky would make him work to return the favour. I wish he did just that! Just show this mixture to Vlad, and he'll have that man chained to the wall by his leg at once. [[> How can someone like that be put in chains? And I can see that you're really sticking together in here... *]] > Did you say they require blood?

Anna Angel: I have no reason to like this murderer... Find out if it's true. If it is, give Vlad the hint and he'll have him get down to business. Then we can get rid of that horrible Haruspex, may he curl up and die beside his alembic! Just make sure to find out if he can or he can't. We need to be certain. [[> All right. But how? *]] > No, my dear... better just give me your stash. Why would you need it anyway?

Anna Angel: He has already prepared several concoctions... That's what the Herb Bride says. You know, the naked one, that swarthy local who always gathers herbs in the Steppe... You know her? She belongs to one of the gatherers; he warms the earth for her. Let's inquire, shall we? [[> All right... we'll do it your way. But you owe me one.]]

Worm: What do you want, Earthdaughter? [[> Has a big man come to you? Sinewy arms, apt to violence? Haruspex is the name. *]] > Oh, but I'm no Earthdaughter! I am of heavenly nature. > Oh my, what a monster you are... Which of us is an Earthdaughter, I wonder?

Worm: There is more than one haruspex here, more than one man that know. Which of them do you need? The biggest and the most dangerous is Foreman Oyun. He came here two days ago, trampled our fires and yurts. We would have died under his hooves, had we not hidden ourselves... [[> No, I've no desire to meet a monster like that. I need a stranger, one of the outsiders. *]] > Are you messing with me? Look me in the eye, morlock! I can't trample your yurt, but I'll take you out just as efficiently as any haruspex would... You know full well who I'm talking about.

Worm: It is Burakh, you need Burakh. Not old, the young one. Yes, he came here. [[> Did he bring his herb formula?]]

Worm: He did. I didn't take them. He took them to the dealers, took to sell to the dealers. [[> Who are these dealers? *]] > Enough... I can't stand this stench anymore!

Worm: Herb dealers are all in the den. A cruel man reigns there, an artist, a builder, the one that also came from the other end of the Steppe -- the end where only the dressed up dead and Suok spawn dwell... He makes twyre tinctures here, he blasphemes, he abuses the herb! [[> And how does he blaspheme against it? *]] > And where is this den?

Worm: He treats herbs badly, he tries their patience... Gives more money for them than we do. He set us against each other, made us kill those who'd given him the secret spices... If you ever find herbs, don't give them to him, he'll hurt them. [[> Want me to sell them to you? *]] > So Burakh took herbs to him? That's what I wanted to know.

Worm: No business shall we have with you, for you smell of clay! Don't you ever come back here, for you smell of rich clotted clay... > You freak! [[> Eww... Gross.]]

Andrey Stamatin: Am I seeing double? I thought there was only one pair of twins in this town. [[> Could be... And who are they? *]] > This looks like a fun place!

Andrey Stamatin: My brother and I. > No, I don't have any siblings. [[> So you've seen me before? *]]

Andrey Stamatin: So what are you doing in this opium den? Want some hashish? Or are you waiting for this Steppe diva to fall into another of her trances and throw off the last of her rags? Are you even twelve yet? > Let our herbs do the talking for us. How about some haggling? [[> Did the Haruspex sell you any of his twyrine infusions? *]] > Is that when a person comes of age here?

Andrey Stamatin: Wow... Heaven's angel here knows her controlled substances, go figure! Yeah... he did sell me some. Why are you asking? [[> Olgimsky was asking...]]

Andrey Stamatin: Ha ha! The old shark... Right... so if Vlad finds out that his cutthroat has learned to mix herbs, the guy's in for it! Vlad the Wholesaler's already got what, eight thousand indentured servants -- what's one more? [[> Ouch...]]

Andrey Stamatin: It's up to you if I should rat him out to Vlad. The Haruspex will be useful to you, so don't cross him... He'll figure out who the snitch is right away. I can sell you some immune system boosters, but they'll cost you. > Show me. [[> No, that's not necessary. I'll handle Vlad myself.]]

Anna Angel: Such a pretty girl you are... Charming! [[> Anna, I'm back. The Olgimskys are waiting. Give me the medicine. It won't help you anyway. *]] > Why are your eyes like that... as though you were going to eat me? > You're so pretty too! Sweet as sugar, really.

Anna Angel: ... How can you know they won't help? [[Pray, Anna. You're looking for salvation in the wrong place. *]] > So you're afraid, then... That's a clever girl.

Vlad the Younger: I'm beinning to like you... When I look at you I get this strange feeling that you're the closest person I have in the world. It's like a spell. [[> I've talked to Anna. So you're saying she's been stockpiling medicine for five years, awaiting the second coming of that plague? *]] > And that is true, Vlad Olgimsky. There is no one closer to you than me. > Whoa, whoa! Stop it! I already have a family.

Vlad the Younger: Yes, that's right... Curious now, aren't you? No, Anna's not someone to suspect of starting the outbreak. Did she give up her stash? [[> Like she had a choice! Of course she did]]

Vlad the Younger: How did you manage that? [[> I explained it to her that none of it would help anyway. *]] > I was just lucky.

Vlad the Younger: Is that true? > Yes. [[> I don't know... But it does feel that way. Why have you suddenly turned so pale? *]]

Vlad the Younger: Well... I think I finally know who's standing before me. I'm torn once again. My heart is begging me to offer you everlasting friendship... while my head would rather have me stay away from you. [[> Don't worry. Your words won't change anything. There is no one closer to you than me. Remember that.]]

Katerina Saburova: Now I shall speak to you of the higher caues of the unfolding disater. Like roots, they are invisible to the eye. When one plucks a weed, one removes merely the consequence, not the underlying cause. You are the only one capable of a true victory, and that is why I am going to tell you about the roots. So listen. [[> I'm listening.]]

Katerina Saburova: These are our parties. The first thing, the original creation, was the Earth. The ancient one, giving life to plants and animals. She begat the Abattoir; she begat the Kin. She gives and she takes. The dead go into her; everything ends with her. She is the inception and the completion. Such is the Law. We, the Saburovs, act in the interests of the Law, by which everyone must abide. Ours is a faith of Humility. [[> A wise faith. *]] > Do tell me more!

Katerina Saburova: A town sprang up upon the Earth. A town of men was built upon her, the Earth eternal, the giver of life: built by greed and creativity, by ingenuity and hard work. The Abattoir found its continuation in the Works and the railway. The hands of the Olgimskys crafted an environment in which people could develop and reflect. Theirs is a faith of Construction. [[> A necessary faith. *]] > Speak on!

Katerina Saburova: Finally, the minds of people desiring to overcome the limits set for human beings by their nature and condition, engendered projects that were fantastic and audacious. That was how the party of creativity and invention emerged and flourished: the party of the Kains. Theirs is a faith of Utopia. A belief in miracles. A belief in a non-existent place. [[> A weird faith... *]] > Go on, go on...

Katerina Saburova: I foresee myself knowing why this punishment has befallen us. The town lived, grew, developed, and finally tried to break free of its own limitations. The Earth that had borne it hit it on its head, which it had stuck out too far -- much like a strict mother would do to her unthinking child. [[> So this is the will of the Earth? *]] > No mother would hit her child so hard as to kill it...

Katerina Saburova: I believe that the Earth wishes to return unto herself what has moved waywardly out of her reach. And before I explain to you the path that I am setting before you, I want to know for certain whether I have my dear child on my side. [[> Yes, Katerina. I believe that our faith is the true one. *]] > I'll look around and use my judgement. For now, I must obey: there is no other way ahead for me.

Katerina Saburova: You will speak to those Bound to you about the truth of Humility. You are to convince one of them, two of them, three of them of the true faith's wisdom. Should some of them prove stubborn, you will use the powers that were granted to you by providence itself. [[> ... What happens to them afterwards? If I do convert them? *]] > So be it. What am I to do now?

Katerina Saburova: The evil will not touch them. You will see it for yourself. They will become invulnerable to the scythe that will cut down the brazen, the blind, and the bellicose. Save them. [[> All right. *]] > No! This teaching is all heresy and falsehood. I'm not doing this...

Katerina Saburova: You will begin with Grace, the late cemetary caretaker's daughter. She is especially dear to me. [[> With Grace? Doesn't she sympathize with you... with us?]]

Katerina Saburova: I want to be certain of that. Make friends with her. Try to make her like you and grow an affection for you eventually. You don't need much for this. And if you need to find out more about her, Lara Ravel is the person who will tell you all about Grace. She is as much of an angel of kindness as the poor daughter of the caretaker... and her father has recently died too. [[> I trust you, Katerina. What you're saying is wise and true. *]] > One shouldn't strive to be liked by those one wants to turn to the truth.

Lara Ravel: We'll prepare for the hard times... I hope they don't last long. [[> Lara, tell me about Grace. You know her, don't you? *]] > It's too late to prepare. You should've started in advance. There's no point anymore... > Of course!

Lara Ravel: What makes you think I do? [[> You're similar. You both live for the sake of the dead... Or am I wrong? *]] > You're both kind souls, almost blessed fools... just like me, I suppose. I sense people who are like that.

Lara Ravel: You're probably right... But if you're so sharp and observant, why don't you talk to Grace herself? [[> I'd feel rather awkward...]]

Lara Ravel: I barely know Grace; we haven't spoken a lot. Do you want to make friends with her? [[> Of course I do! *]] > Katerina is a friend of hers... She needs to know.

Lara Ravel: If you want to make a good impression on Grace, bring her some flowers, bread, and milk for the dead. She'll be elated and do anything for you. [[That simple? And what do I give grace herself?]]

Lara Ravel: She doesn't need anything. With people like Grace and me, it's the good done to one's neighbour that matters. I thought you understood that. [[> I do. It's called selflessness.]]

Grace: You're so skinny... Your wrists are even thinner than mine. [[> Do you hear the metal things clinking on my chest? Those aren't keys or lockpicks; they're a special kind of hook. Look what I've brought you, Grace. *]] > Yours are just transparent...

Grace: Ah... Flowers! So beautiful, too... thank you! How did you know? Those are exactly the ones I wanted too offer Farkhad... He likes the color red... Perhaps you're fond of them too? > Fond of whom? [[> I am, Grace... And I'm fond of you too. *]]

Grace: And is there anything I could do for you? I'd be glad to, because just yesterday, as I was looking at you, I thought I'd like to give you... a hook. [[> Do you really trust me just like that? Will you agree to talk to me? *]] > Grace, oh Grace, I know of you this: you sing merry songs to the dead when the nights are cold and murmur lullabies for them on warm nights...

Grace: I trust you as I trust myself! I'm all ears, dear sister. [[> Are you afraid, Grace? *]] > Who are you, Grace?

Grace: Very... very much so. > Why? [[> What's going to happen to us, Grace? *]]

Grace: There will soon be a plague. [[> Why is this happening to us?]]

Grace: Because there's no escaping it now... And it's been coming to us from the Steppe... Getting closer... Step by step... The dead felt her coming... She pierced the earth with her sharp-boned stilts... Which reached them underground... No one will be spared... [[> Do you know why it happened?]]

Grace: No... but I'm afraid it is punishment for our sins, for our faults and transgressions... Someone among us has angered the heavenly powers... It was bound to happen, with us being so brazen; so says Lady Katerina. [[> Exactly. I'm glad that your faith is firm. I promise you that as long as you can muster the strength to accept the diviine will, nothing will hurt you. *]] > I doubt that, Grace. The faith of humility is a faith for the doomed. Whoever is resigned to death deserves to die. Don't think this reckoning is inevitable.

Katerina Saburova: And so, my girl...? [[> I've spoken to Grace. *]] > Don't mind me. I just need more time to recollect myself.

Katerina Saburova: And so...? [[> She believes and thinks the same way as we do. *]] > I made her change her mind, just like that! It seemed like the right thing to do.

Katerina Saburova: That is good. You have not, I hope, confused or disappointed her? [[> No. I've only made her true faith firmer.|home]] Day 2 end

Alexander Saburov: You have walked around and observed much. Tell me, Clara, how does this disease spread? Through breath, through touch, or perhaps through blood-sucking insects? Those have grown in number of late... > I don't know, father... How could I know? I'm no scientist... [[> It's not contagious. One falls ill when one's time comes, and it notices him... It is then that the disease aims its jagged spear at a man. *]]

Alexander Saburov: Come closer, my daughter. Tell me -- advise me -- what measures must be taken to stop the epidemic? Where do we send our brave patrolmen and the Executor suicide squads? > That's not for me to decide, father! My advice would be of little use here. [[> All of these measures mean nothing. Send some of them to the Cathedral, and some to the cemetary, shovels in hand. That would be my advice. *]]

Alexander Saburov: There is nothing wrong with your saying this. I am thinking aloud, and I would like to know whether the harbinger agrees with me. For there is someone else speaking through your lips -- is there not? [[> Yes. There is.]]

Alexander Saburov: Five years ago, the Sand Plague broke out in the poor districts where, due to our negligence, the social and sanitary conditions had become truly appalling. If, like the plague, it is spread by blood-sucking insects and their hosts animals, perhaps a culling of the bulls and other domestic animals would be the best solution? > Why cull bulls? Bulls don't get fleas; they aren't a threat. [[> Rats -- that's who you ought to exterminate without mercy! There should be a reward for every rat killed. *]]

Alexander Saburov: I will tell you what I'm going to do. Don't say a word to anyone about the plague! I refuse to allow a panic, and so I will ban all expressions of mourning. Let them celebrate instead. To the Bachelor, I have recommended that he reassure sick people, saying they have been afflicted with a "general condition". > As you wish. [[> There's already talk of the Sand Plague at every street corner. Aren't these measures coming a little late? *]]

Alexander Saburov: Let no one talk about the Sand Plague for as long as possible. Now if anyone attempts to escape and is heard saying that the disease is incurable and a pair of boots is the best medicine, that person must be taken into custody. Is that something you would endorse? [[> You're lookng for the cause in the wrong place. *]] > Yes, I would. But do you really think this will be enough?

Alexander Saburov: That is my job to do. Do not worry about that. To be a ruler during a plague is a cursed part to play and a grievous burden: a man doomed to nothing but error. Yes, all of those measures are just a way to comfort ourselves. My only hope is you. I hope you have not allowed despair to take over you yet. Do I need to restate my request? [[> Whatever happens, I'm only fulfilling my purpose. *]] > I have no will but yours, father...

Alexander Saburov: You shall visit a singer named Anna Angel. Of all the black souls in our toown, this is the blackest. The Willows used to be the happiest house in this side of town, and we were happy to have such neighbours. Now every crack in the walls of that house is oozing blood and tears. [[> My God... What happened there? *]] > I had the same impression.

Alexander Saburov: No one knows. Ever since Anna came to our town, she has always gotten away with whatever she did. Neither does anyone know what happened to all the former dwellers of that house. They had been a family, and a tight-knit one... [[> Do you suspect her?]]

Alexander Saburov: I suspect that one of the bloodthirstiest ghouls that will walk the earth has infiltrated out town in the shape of this singer! Have you heard about the Caravan? Of course you haven't... Ask her about it and see what she has to say. [[> All right. Ah, you've frightened me so much... *]] > I'm not going there!

Anna Angel: Ah, you're so pale... Would you like to use my rouge? [[> I've come to you on behalf of my protector... and father. He wants to know more about you than he does now! *]] > You look like you're about to tell me something... You have such a mischievous sparkle in your eyes! > No, Anna. I have no use for rouge... > That's just how it looks to you. I'm naturally pale-skinned.

Anna Angel: Oh, so now I'm on Saburov's list of undesirables too? Truly, I'm being targeted by all of the powers that be! I would never expect that from Saburov, a firmly principled man and an old neighbour of mine... And in the meantime, the Olgimskys have been utterly terrorizing me! I was even going to plead for his protection... [[> And what's the Olgimskys' problem with you?]]

Anna Angel: Oh, I do know what it's about! There's this local usurer... I'll tell you later how I'm involved here. So Tough Vlad decided to pocket his blood money. Vlad himself had to pay up quite heftily. He transferred the funds to your new father yesterday. [[> But what does that have to do with you? *]] > Whoa, whoa... What are you getting at?

Anna Angel: We'll come to that, my dear. The Hunchback refused to give Vlad the money. So Vlad said he'd find a way to bring him to heel -- pressure someone who could reveal all the sekeletons in the Hunchback's closet. That was a direct hint at me! Vlad had found out about my involvement with the Hunchback. [[> But it's hardly something that Alexander wanted to find out...]]

Anna Angel: Please my dear, save me from those infernal Olgimskys! Vlad is terribly, unbelievably cruel; he can't control his anger. He can smash an oak table into splinters; he can condemn hundreds of people to torture just to quench his own fury! Help me, and I'll be completely open with you! Find out if Big Vlad is scheming against me! [[> Would he really threaten you?]]

Anna Angel: Yes. He thinks I'm easy to handle because of how I acted yesterday... And today, there was this threatening message. Saying I'll soon die the same death as others whoo -- well, no need to go into the vapid lies that follow. Signed, "Look Back". Do you have any idea how scary that is? > How am I supposed to talk to him? He won't even let me past the door. My words can't pierce walls. [[> What kind of strange signature is that? *]]

Anna Angel: It's a hint that there'll always be danger lurking behind my back! I mean, what else could it be? [[> So how can I help you there?]]

Anna Angel: Well, think of something. You'll surely manage, I sense an angelic power in you! I, of course, would have used his children to get to him... but they're already grown-up and I wouldn't be able to handle them at this point. But you will! [[> Well, I'll grant you that wish. I'm sparing no efforts for you now... *]] > Used his children... that sounded sinister.

Capella: Hello, girl with eyes that look like they're eager to take in the entire world... Who are you? > An owner of a pair of healing hands. You can call me Clara. [[> I am no one. An instrument in the hands of a force whose name is not to be taken in vain. And who are you?]]

Capella: Why do I feel we have something in common, something important that's hard to miss... As if we were siblings... But what is it? [[> Then tell me, what is your purpose in life? *]] > I already have a sister, and it's not you.

Capella: I'd like to give the children a new life... and a new faith. [[> Indeed? Then you must be the holy one? Then you too are a prophetess and a harbinger? And you're saying that you're going to gather a congregation and give them the light of a new truth? What truth will it be? Tell me, girl with eyes out of which a dead woman is looking at me already!]]

Capella: I'm not saying I want to start a new church... I must have phrased it badly. You simply don't understand how good my intentions are... [[> I know, sister... Don't be alarmed by the things I say. It's just that what you're talking about is too dangerous. It's not to be toyed with. Even if you're just children... *]] > You may be one of those whom I've been sent as a harbinger.

Capella: Oh, all the pain, all the pity, all the abysmal depth in your eyes! Speak fast, please... I do not know why, but being close to you feels oppressive... Don't be angry with me... > I'd like to do something good for you... So that we could become friends! [[> I've come to you with a very important task. If you answer my question, I won't bother you anymore for now. Tell me, is your father threatening Anna? *]] > Your temples are aching, right? It's hard for me to talk to you too. But I'm not complaining... > I'm not angry with you. I think I know what this is about...

Capella: Oh, for how much longer are you all going to torture my father? No, he is not to blame for anything! Anything whatsoever! Remember it, in case anyone points the finger at him in the future! Why did I only give him my word... [[> Someone's been sending anonymous threatening letters to Anna. She's convinced your father wants to punish her for something.]]

Capella: He doesn't care about this Anna at all! But I suppose he's going to start now. Anonymous threats... way to slander him! Thank you for telling me. I'll strangle this Anna myself, the viper! With my own hands! [[> But who could be sending her those letters? They're signed, "Look Back".]]

Capella: What did you say? "Look Back"? I think I'm beginning to see now... Anna must have really been involved witht the Caravan... which makes Khan the most likely writer of the letters. So that's why they all suddenly assembled at the Polyhedron five days ago and wouldn't leave. They had heard of the seeds of the Caravan sprouting in the town. Small wonder... > I don't get it... Who assembled at the Polyhedron? [[> What is the Caravan?]]

Capella: It's that circus of wandering murderers. The one where singers were abducting children... and doing horrible things to them. It was an enormous circus troupe doubling as a cult of some sort. A mysterious story that's still unclear on many points. The reprisal was too hasty, and the investigation too muddled. They had frightened everyone too much. [[> Frightened how?]]

Capella: Basically, they used to abduct children. It is said they brought them up as actors, in order to attract new audiences... They picked the best. But now, so many years later, there have been so many legends, so many ballads and scary stories about them that no-one remembers the truth anymore. In the children's ears, the word "Caravan" is simply synonymous with a maddening and inescapable horror. > But it's only Anna, and she's alone... [[> By the way, Anna has an accomplice: the hunchback usurer! *]]

Capella: Khan will give her no peace regardless. In his mind, even a single living Caravan actor is a being who will sow and spread the seeds of his senseless monstrosity... like an infection of sorts. [[> Really though, what was the point of the whole plan? They probably had something else in mind too?]]

Capella: No. Nothing. They travelled the country... acting, singing, performing stunts and tricks. They took bright children and left ugly ones on doorsteps as replacements. Like changelings... They were leaving fear, grief, hatred, and monsters in their wake -- while themselves becoming ever more alluring, beautiful, attractive, and memorable. But despite that, people were growing more and more afraid of them. [[> But that's a very clear picture of an imaginary evil... An evil that really only pretends to be evil. *]] > That's horrible... There's so much hatred around! Was the Caravan destroyed?

Capella: What is real evil then? [[> Nothingness. The absence of feeling and colour. If a Caravan like that never existed, that would be the real evil. *]] > You'll soon get a practical demonstration. You'll see for yourself...

Capella: Yes... You do sound like you know what you're talking about. Who are you, Clara? Answer me! [[> Whatever I told you now, you wouldn't believe me. Don't be so afraid of me. You didn't think a miracle-worker would look like this, did you? That will soon pass...]]

Anna Angel: Ah, pray tell! What are they up to? [[> They're not the ones plotting against you; it's the Kains. Anyway, they've both been distracted now. Got themselves a bogeyman that's scarier than you... *]] > You have nothing to worry about, sweet dear... The Olgimskys aren't interested in you in the slightest. A boy named Khan is who's sending you the threats... I wonder why?

Anna Angel: Ah, so that's how it is... Now I understand... Now I can see the whole piture... that is the point... Now I realize... Woe is me, the ever-unlucky artiste! I've played the part of a villainess all too well, and now no one is going to believe that I am what I really am... Thank you, my dear. Now I know which direction to expect danger from. [[> Do you agree to answer my questions candidly and without prejudice?]]

Anna Angel: I do. And why didn't you -- [[> ... Let's begin then. Anna, did you cause this plague? *]] > Anna, is it true that you are a kidnapper of children -- a criminal from the Caravan?

Anna Angel: ... I'm afraid I did... Afraid I'm guilty... For we will never be forgiven... we will be exterminated, all of us, with no clemency. No one will be saved. [[> But how did you do it?]]

Anna Angel: ... It's all because I'm cursed. Because I've finally become one of them -- one of the Caravan! [[> Weren't you with the Caravan before? *]] > Tell me how it happened. It's a fascinating subject...

Anna Angel: ... It's not true! I've never kidnapped a child. I was myself kidnapped at a very young age. Well, not literally kidnapped... My ending up there was more of a mishap... > Why, then, do people say that you're a performer from the Caravan? [[> A mishap? Why? *]]

Anna Angel: ... Because I'd been born ugly and mute... No-one would play with me, and I couldn't even say "mommy"... All the while dreaming of becoming a real singer! I had thought they'd teach me to sing at the Caravan... and make me beautiful... [[> How would that be possible, if you were mute?]]

Anna Angel: ... They had sorcery in their blood. They made stage artistes out of children like myself... Nothing came out of my singing in the end, but I did become a true Caravan girl! A malicious, obsessed troll, ruining children's lives and souls... It so happened that I was already here at the time... > So you were a failure as a singer, weren't you? And how did you become so beautiful? [[> And how did you become a Caravan girl? *]]

Anna Angel: ... I had betrayed my parents. I had taken someone else's voice... someone else's hair. Then, when I was already here, I acted the same way the Caravan's leaders would... I was hungry, so I lifted all of these things from Willow the girl, who then died... It was she that used to be the golden-haired singer... That's when the plague broke out. [[> How is that even possible?]]

Anna Angel: ... As a punishment for my greed... Willow Mellow had predicted that it would all turn out this way if the Caravan got here... She had even been stockpiling medicine; the stash is actually all hers... All this time, I've been waiting for my punishment. I've twisted my nature so badly. I should have remained a cripple... [[> ... And who was this Willow?]] > Just what was this Caravan anyway? Why did you... why did they do what they did?

Anna Angel: ... She was nice, a real baby doll... But I did to her the same thing the Caravan had been doing to children: ground her into flour, unwove her into threads; I don't even know how I did it... > Such injustice! You're a horrible sinner. You had it coming. [[> Flour and threads? You're mad, aren't you? *]]

Anna Angel: ... I suppose I can't expect to be forgiven, can I? [[> Too big of an honour for you, having an entire town perish because of your greed. No. It wasn't your doing.]]

Alexander Saburov: You are entirely your own mistress. But remember that time will run out soon. [[> I've talked to Anna. Some neighbour you have... *]] > We must not rush!

Alexander Saburov: Not "you". "We". Or do you still not think of The Rod as your home? Tell me -- what is your verdict on Anna? > She is guilty. [[> She is innocent. *]]

Alexander Saburov: Are you sure? Clara? [[> ... I am sure.]]

Alexander Saburov: Who is guilty then? [[> I don't know! Are there no more bad people left in town? Don't you want to know who caused the disease?]]

Alexander Saburov: Be watchful, Clara! Careful you don't let a criminal walk free. The entire town will be slowly consumed, while your mercy is keeping the one villain alive. [[> ... Let truth prevail.]]

Capella: Oh, all the pain, all the pity, all the abysmal depth in your eyes! Speak fast, please... I do not know why, but being close to you feels oppressive... Don't be angry with me... [[> I'd like to do something good for you... So that we could become friends! *]] > Your temples are aching, right? It's hard for me to talk to you too. But I'm not complaining... > I'm not angry with you. I think I know what this is about...

Capella: ... Really? Do you really want to do something nice for me? I don't even know what to say... You know, sometimes I feel that there is no one better and kinder than you in the whole world, and that whatever you might do would be good, even for me... [[> But sometimes you feel differently, don't you? *]] > I really want to.

Capella: Yes... Yes, sometimes I feel as though you and I were enemies. And you are a very dangerous enemy -- seeing as you're not human... Ah, what am I saying. Got a headache, sorry... It's all this terrible air. [[> I'd like to do something for you regardless... *]] > You're just like Maria! Only a little kinder... but generally the same.

Capella: You know... I've told the Bachelor to go to the Skinners, which is the disease hotbed... A little boy named Loafer was going to test a toxic powder there. But I still haven't heard from the Bachelor... Perhaps he didn't find the boy? [[> I see... Would you like me to find the Bachelor? Or Loafer?]] > What powder?

Capella: The Bachelor would be better. He is, after all, the more responsible one. Ask him if he's tracked down the boy and managed to take that horrible mixture away from him. [[> All right. I'll ask him when I meet him]]

Bachelor: What are you doing here? I could really do without being bothered. [[> I've been looking for you, Bachelor. Someone is worried about you.]]

Bachelor: Eva? [[> No. Capella. Aren't you here on her request? *]] > Yes, precisely, Eva. She's cried her grey eyes out... Go to her, will you?

Bachelor: You're the one doing the errands, not me. I'm doing my own work here. Actually, that reminds me: have you by any chance seen a dodgy-looking lad around? I told him to get lost but now I'm not sure he listened. You could tell by his eyes he was a weaselly fellow. [[> No, Bachelor... You're the only weaselly fellow here that I'm aware of.]]

Bachelor: That's reassuring... By the way, you really shouldn't be here... Burakh, the Haruspex, is hiding in one of those houses. He's dangerous. I'm sure he is this Ripper everyone's talking about, the body snatcher. I wish I knew where he was hiding exactly... Wouldn't want to walk into the beast's lair in the dark. > That's intense... What happens now? [[> Whose body did he snatch? *]]

Bachelor: Now that's something you don't need to know. But it very likely was the exact body that I need. [[> And what if that child Loafer were to encounter him? Have you thought of that? *]] > That makes you the body-snatcher! And certainly no better than him!

Bachelor: I've been trying to track him down for some time now. He's certainly somehwere close. Flashed past a while ago, actually. If you happen to see him, tell me which house he's in. I'll deliver on rewards. In coin as well as medicine. They will come in handy. [[> If you're trying to track him down, why aren't you busy looking for him yourself? *]] > If I run into him I'll tell you.

Bachelor: I can't leave this place... I've got work to do! By the way... have you seen any butchers around ere? Big fellows, you know, flat faces? I've been waiting for them for a full hour... I'm afraid that damned Ripper was involved again. He's got some issue with butchers too. > What you're talking about is utterly beyond me. [[> No. I haven't met any big fellows. *]]

Tot: What are you doing walking around in here? Don't you see there's danger on all sides? [[> And what are you doing here? *]] > I'm not afraid. I can't get infected.

Tot: There's a shmowder I want to test! If you fall ill and swallow it, chances are you'll be cured. But I've got to check that first. See, I'm running a real clinical test here! [[> Give it to me, kid... And run from here. Quickly. *]] > Attaboy! Good luck to you then.

Haruspex: What strange manifestation is this? What are you doing here? Ah, I see... you must have materialized straight out of those whiffs of mist? [[> You're being hunted, Ripper! Beware. They're closing in. *]] > You are wicked, Burakh... And scary. You know, you and the Bachelor really are... inhuman. What with all this spite emanating from you... And I feel that there's an enormous and evil creature controlling you both with its hands!

Haruspex: Ripper? Me? How did I get a shameful nickname like that? [[> Wasn't it you who stole Simon's body? You certainly didn't do it in order to bury him. You're holding a freshly sharpened scalpel!]]

Haruspex: ... I never touched Simon -- in fact, I never even met him. But if you tell the Bachelor that I've stolen his body and that I'm here, I'll be in a lot of trouble. A patrol will be dispatched here at once, and my mission will end in failure. [[> Indeed? The Bachelor is very close. He won't hesitate to shoot, and you are unarmed.]]

Haruspex: You know what? Don't tip them off. I'm not planning anything evil... Wait, forget it, you're not going to believe me anyway. So look here: if you don't turn me over, I'll give you my concoctions. They're good; you'll see for yourself. Or are you really unaffected by the disease? [[> I'll take your concoctions. You'll make more, and I'll hand these out to the poor. *]] > Keep your concoctions, Burakh... If you weren't guilty, you wouldn't be bargaining now, trying to trade your life for a couple of glass vials.

Bachelor: Time, precious time is slipping through my fingers -- wasted on trifles! Have you found this Ripper? [[> I've found him, Bachelor! Look, I'll show you the house... *]] > No. I haven't seen him.

Bachelor: Excellent. He won't get out of here in one piece! You're not trying to trick me, though, are you? > No. I'm no good at trickery. Hurry up or you'll lose him... [[> Aren't you afraid that he'll overpower you? He looks menacing... *]]

Bachelor: I'm not afraid at all. I'm well armed. [[> He's armed even better... We'll see who wins]]

Anna Angel: I'm going to whisper something in your ear. Lean over so you could hear... > Well, speak now! [[> Ah... I love secrets of every kind! *]]

Anna Angel: Simon is alive. Fully alive, do you understand? Eva's told me secretly! [[> How can she know?]]

Anna Angel: The Bachelor has Eva completely under his thumb! She's like a slave to him now -- but she also knows his secrets. And guess what -- he's colluded with Stakh Rubin, an apprentice of Isidor's, a surgeon and former mercenary. Together, they're now hiding Simon from the Kains! Making it look like he's dead... [[> I wonder if Simon himself is part of that plot... *]] > Ah, what are you saying! Do you think they're up to something bad?

Anna Angel: Yes, I think so... There must be a reason the three of them are doing this! And their goals are probably evil. What else could they be... [[> Why are you telling me this? *]] > I'm very scared of this Bachelor... I feel that he's a demon, a spirit of destruction and downfall!

Anna Angel: You need to check if Eva's telling the truth... do check! And afterwards, inform the Kains about that newcome Bachelor! Do you understand how that will change your life? They'll stop persecuting you! You'll gain their favours and earn a lot of money... Or perhaps you don't care about money at all? [[> I do. Everyone needs money...]] > No. I don't need this kind of dirty money.

Eva Yan: Why have you come? What do you want from me? [[> Eva, sweet Eva, tell me, where has your Daniil gone? *]] > I just wanted to catch my breath and rest a little. Your place is lovely... > Your soul, Eva.

Eva Yan: He's working! He's fighting the Sand Plague with selfless abandon. He's here and there -- setting up the town's defences against the disease, going round and assigning tasks, inquiring, gathering materials, observing, reflecting... He's preparing to quell the disease and stop the epidemic! [[> Does he know a man named Rubin? *]] > Where does he work, Eva? How can I find him?

Eva Yan: That would be out of line for me to ask, Clara... Rubin has vanished under mysterious circumstances. Some people say the shabnak killed him so she could devour Simon's body; others say Rubin himself... well, people say lots of different things. Why are you asking? [[> He's in danger, Eva. Anna Angel wants to inform on him. I must warn him. *]] > Because your Rubin is a criminal! And I should think the Bachelor is his accomplice. Tell me where he is; better tell me while I'm asking kindly!

Eva Yan: He's in the Warehouses now, on the north side, at Rubin's secret dissecting room! Nobody knows he's there -- he strictly forbade me to tell anyone. I myself don't know which warehouse his secret place is at... [[> And did he tell you how to contact him in case of an emergency? Because this is that case. *]] > That's fine. I'll find him there. Secrets like these are never much of a secret.

Eva Yan: Yes, he did! At the door, you will need the secret knocking code: two quick and sharp knocks, pause, then a heavy one, and then two more short ones. When they ask who's there, say, "The water is still". [[> Thank you, sweet Eva. Now I can tell him everything I need to... *]] > How foolish of you to spill the beans! What if it wasn't me? Behold! You've just brought about your Daniil's death...

Stanislav Rubin: What, have you come to intimidate me? Who are you, Clara the harbinger? What do you want? [[> Why are you getting so riled up? I just wanted to say my farewell to Simon. He is in here, isn't he? *]] > I know everything, Stakh Rubin! Tell me where Simon is. At first I even thought you might be him... You mountain of a man... You impossible man!

Stanislav Rubin: What? Who told you Simon was here? [[> And wasn't he? Wasn't it you and the Bachelor who examined his body trying to establish the cause of his death? Looks like there's a whole conspiracy going on here... *]] > Anna Angel did. She advised me to tip the Kains off about you and the Bachelor.

Stanislav Rubin: That's true. But Simon's body has been stolen. Do you understand? He's not where I examined him anymore. > True... except for the false part. Is that how you always lie, Rubin? Don't do it, you're rather bad at it. Childishly bad... [[> Don't hide from me. I mean no harm to anybody. There's no act that I couldn't understand, explain, and forgive... *]]

Stanislav Rubin: All right... I'll tell you. Yes, it was I who stole the body. The Bachelor knows nothing. And the reason I stole it, Clara, was that I wished to carry through with my duty. I'm a doctor, I've sworn the oath... and not only the same oath everyone swears, but also a special one... to my Master. [[> So why did you steal Simon's body? *]] > And it's probably more important than that other one, right?

Stanislav Rubin: My Master was a Menkhu... who had renounced his lawful power entirely for the sake of the Kin's prosperity... He dedicated all his efforts to medicine, instead of the art of bull-drawing or the science of government. He probably knew or sensed something. And so, were it not for his vile murder, he would now be doing everything in order for the Kin to live on. [[> And that's why you stole Simon?]]

Stanislav Rubin: Simon was more than a mere human. He had transfigured his entire essence in such a way that every particle of his being would align with the law of universal harmony. Simon had fashioned himself after Bos Turokh -- so they said at the Kin, meaning that for them, he had become divine. [[> Who is Bos Turokh?]]

Stanislav Rubin: The World Bull. He out of whom the Universe was made. Everything that happens to this being, all of its vital processes, all of its shapes, are signs and semblences reflecting all that was, is, or will be in this world. All creatures carry that knowledge within -- but the Universe Bull and its semblances embody it fully! > This is heresy, Rubin. This is so now how the Universe was created! [[> I'm beginning to understand you now... So two days were not enough to complete your study of this... Bos Turokh transfiguree? *]]

Stanislav Rubin: Not nearly enough. He really is different from other people. And I've seen a lot of those. Many different creatures have revealed their nature under my scalpel. So what are you indending to do? > I've found out everything I wanted to know. I'm leaving. [[> You know that already. Why ask? *]]

Stanislav Rubin: Stop. Don't say anything. I'll give you some vials if you don't inform on me. They help. You won't fall sick. Do you get that? [[> What kind of vials?]]

Stanislav Rubin: A... special kind. Vaccines. I'm going to make a few hundred and give them to Isidor's apprentices to distribute to the people so that no-one gets ill. If the Termitary is re-opened, they'll deliver them to the Kin. if it isn't, they'll give it to the people. To everyone. So that there's enough for all. [[> ... Don't be afraid. I'm not going to inform on you. You'll suffer enough as it is. Yes, that's enough suffering for you. *]] > I don't need your vaccines, Rubin. I sense something scary in them... Besides, I don't think there'll be enough for everybody...

Katerina Saburova: Is your faith firm, my dear daughter? Have you faced any temptations on your path that made you doubt the truth that I profess? For I have nothing with which to convince you... but the love burning inside of me ever stronger. [[> It's firm, mother. *]] > I'm afraid of the disease. It's already here, standing by our windows...

Katerina Saburova: Do you remember everything I have told you about those Bound of yours who are infected with a utopian heresy -- and about some of them... or perhaps many of them being instrumental in bringing the wrath of heaven upon our town? [[> It must be so, mother. *]] > I haven't met that kind of people yet...

Katerina Saburova: There is a mansion in the Stone Yard called The Stillwater. Living there is a girl named Eva Yan. Both good and bad things are said about her; she is said to be affectionate and depraved, a kind soul while also voluptuous... but I am not talking about that. Lust is not the kind of sin to incur such a punishment. [[> Why are you talking about her then?]]

Katerina Saburova: Eva has been led astray by utopian ideals. What has particularly captured my attention is that Eva, the gentle Eva Yan, is spending an extraordinary amount of time at -- the town's Cathedral. There is no knowing as to what is drawing her there... but her way of life is incongruous with such a piety. It is mysterious... [[> I'll try to solve it, mother. *]] > I can't even imagine how I ought to talk to a girl like that. They scare me -- these depraved ones...

Katerina Saburova: Eve is gentle and weak... Begin with her. She is unlikely to be rude to you. Try to use your powers on her first... for from then on, you will commune with some dangerous and... difficult collocutors. They may overwhelm you with their rage... rendering you unable to sway them. [[> I'll try, mother.]] > I don't know if I'll manage that... I'm afraid I'm not up to a task like this yet.

Yulia Lyuricheva: What a serendipitous encounter... Who are you, my angelic child? [[> My name is Clara. And you must be Yulia... *]] > I am a harbinger.

Yulia Lyuricheva: The Changeling, right? I've heard a lot about you. Let's talk. I hope the cigarette smoke is no major nuisance? For reasons quite obvious I'd rather not open the window. [[> Why "The Changeling"? *]] > It won't help.

Yulia Lyuricheva: Nevermind. No particular reason... Do you have any business with me? > Nevermind. No particular reason... [[> I've come to get acquainted with you. *]]

Yulia Lyuricheva: Why are you so quiet? Is something troubling you? [[> I'll be honest with you; I have a request to make. But I'd like to do something for you first... *]] > No. That's more like something one could tell by looking at you...

Yulia Lyuricheva: You don't have to worry about that. Rest assured ou will do something for me. In fact, you are doing something for me already, even if inadvertently. Believe it ot not, but the pleasure brought by your visit feels startingly physical for the kind of purely intellectual stimulus it actually is. [[> ... Is this something that you expected? *]] > Shame on you, Yulia! You're making me blush...

Yulia Lyuricheva: "Expected!" An apt observation indeed! Bear with me, please; I am still young, and whatever acumen I've had the time to acquire is clearly not enough to suppress the excitement one feels when everything happens just the way it was expected to happen. Oh, the joy I feel when everything falls well in line with what I have predicted -- bu which I don't mean the brute probabilism your mother would resort to, but a watertight, well-grounded calculation of likelihood! You check your notes... you make miniscule adjustments... and then -- bang! You see your assumptions gain flesh at your own doorstep. [[> I'm happy that you've been expecting me. However silly it might be to be happy about it. *]] > I suppose you worked out on paper what I should look like too, didn't you?

Yulia Lyuricheva: Right. Enough silliness. Let us get to the meat of the matter. You know... I am dying to know what your request may be. I'd even venture an educated guess that you wanted to ask me something about Eva Yan? But what could it be? Anyone could have told you the basic facts; who she is, where she lives, what he prefers to wear... Are you interested in something else then; something concerning her soul? Is this the case? [[> But how would you... Who told you? Did you speak with Katerina? Is this some kind of a joke? *]] > Alas, no, Yulia. I wanted nothing of the sort. You can roll cigarettes from your scribbled calculations. I don't fit into your constructs!

Yulia Lyuricheva: Oh no, I didn't speak with Katerina; I never do. Morphine addicts and other kind of substance abusers are not the company I normally prefer. They make too bleak an impression. I have ceased my relationship with the Stamatin twins for that very reason. Now these two are of a potential interest to you. Did you meet them yet? [[> How did you know I was going to ask you about Eva?]]

Yulia Lyuricheva: Let us just say that Eva is no less religious than yourself. Just a little while back, she was literally obsessed with the Cathedral. Times change, though. The Bachelor has arrived and claimed the entirety of Eva's attention. Eva has forgotten her Cathedral, and we forget the hope of our salvation. I wouldn't be surprised if the Cathedral will simply cease to exist in its capacity as a place where the aspirations of revival are kept... > The Bachelor you say? That's interesting. I'm convinced that he isn't human, but an emissary of evil. [[> Tell me more about the Cathedral! Why is it so empty? *]]

Yulia Lyuricheva: Why... it is empty because it was built before the religion was allowed to reach maturity. Even an atheist like me knows what a cathedral is for. They are not -- as Peter Stamatin would have it -- "a set of walls covered by a roof". Rather than that, they're vessels of the numinous; miracle incubators, if you will. The issue, in our particular case, is that we have the Tower on the other side of the river to serve this very purpose... > Is Eva in love with the Bachelor? He is a demon. [[> Your atheism is groundless... I think you'll soon change your views. *]]

Eva Yan: I know you! I've seen you in a dream... you're Clara! But you really have the face of someone who's... houned. Have they frightened you? [[> Hardly... What's your name? *]] > I am being hounded!

Eva Yan: Eva. Eva Yan... And you must be here to see the Bachelor? > Goodness no! That's an encounter I hope I'll be spared. [[> I'm here to see you, Eva Yan. Hello. *]]

Eva Yan: Why have you come? What do you want from me? [[> Do you hear these silvery tinkling things on my chest? They're not keys, they're not bells -- they're my hooks. Tell me about the Bachelor. *]] > Eva, sweet Eva, tell me, where has your Daniil gone? > I just wanted to catch my breath and rest a little. Your place is lovely... > Your soul, Eva.

Eva Yan: Why, I don't hear any tinkling... You speak strangely... [[> Eva, oh Eva, I know of you this: you love the Bachelor more than your own life. Will you agree to touch me? To brave the depths? To answer my questions candidly and without prejudice? *]] > Get away from me, wretch! Cover your ears with your hands and run! I am your death!

Eva Yan: ... The moment his boots stepped on the dusty soil of our roads, the moment he took a deep breath of our air, the moment his shadow fell on the cobbles of our town, I knew that my life had changed, and that it was approaching its acme. He has come, and now I like for his sake... [[> ... Why do you love him so much? *]] > He is not like you. He's a cold-hearted demon.

Eva Yan: He came here to witness a genuine miracle. He believes he will find here what he would never have found at the Capital. He had been searching -- and lo, fate brought him to my door. He's better than anyone who ever walked this earth... [[> Because there's a great chasm between you and him. *]] > Because he's doomed. What if he came here to work miracles instead of observing them?

Eva Yan: Is is that great? Not really. He longs for miracles; he needs living evidence of the impossible... Yet was this not what I used to brood on daily and nightly? Was this not the reason I shed so many tears over our useless Cathedral? [[> Look at me, Eva. I can work miracles. I can sense their nature. Mark my words: neither you nor he will get any miracles for as long as you're expecting them with such greed and entitlement! *]] > What's wrong with your Cathedral?

Eva Yan: Why? No, Clara, you didn't see what we saw. You're being too serious. Those who watched Scarlet Nina build the town, who watched Simon play with our children, would never say it's futile to demand a miracle... One can, and in a way, one must! [[> Well well... So that's what the utopian false doctrine looks like. Why, it sure is beautiful. *]] > All right. I won't try to dissuade you, Eva. Go on living for the sake of your love...

Eva Yan: Did you call my words a false doctrine? > Believe me, it's because of teachings like these that the disease has struck your town. For as long as the town is afire with this naïve, criminal, and greedy hope, you will go on suffering and dying. I know it. I am the harbinger. [[> That's precisely why you've gathered here, you miracle hunters... That is why your Bachelor is here: to meet his death -- for it was people like you who incurred the wrath of heaven. I am the harbinger of this truth. Reconsider before it's too late. *]]

Eva Yan: ... They say you're Katerina's foster daughter... Can you see clearer into the future than she? > Why do you ask? [[> I can. *]]

Eva Yan: Will you take care of him when I die? Maria let slip that he has three days left to win; it's a commitment he is bound by. I will have to give my own life so he may survive... That will be a fitting sacrifice for of the true teaching! [[> You don't have to die. I'll do everything myself. Sleep and listen to what I tell you... *]] > I will take care of him.

Eva Yan: He says we have to fight... To hope for the impossible until the very end. > To fight this is futile, Eva. Criminally futile. [[> He's the one who'll do the fighting. Not you, gentle Eva... Sleep.]]

Katerina Saburova: Oh the pressure... If only you knew how hard it is for me... [[> I've been to see Eva, mother. *]] > I know. The entire burden of the Earth is weighing you down... > Go to sleep, mother dear. Sleep and lay all your worried aside...

Katerina Saburova: And? [[> She's affectionate, kind, and defenseless. *]] > Her face is fair, yet her thoughts are poisoned and dark.

Katerina Saburova: Have you managed to convince her? > I did, though it wasn't easy. She has accepted our faith. * [[> No, I didn't. She's in love... and I don't think her kind of impudence is what could bring the wrath upon the entire town.|home]] Day 3 end

Side Quest: The Puppeteer [[Katerina Saburova]] [[Executor|> All right, mother. I'll do what you're asking me to do.]] [[Mark Immortell|> Here, have a coin. Do something for the sick. *]] [[Rat Prophet|> Careful with that talon!]] [[Katerina|> I'll drop by again later... for more sage advice.]] Main Quest: Robbers and Cutthroats [[Alexander|> Yes, it is frightening...]] [[Bad Grief|> I'll try... I think I know who that could be... *]] [[Notkin|> I was going to anyway...]] [[Grigory Filin|> Thanks for the good advice, Notkin.]] [[Barley|> I don't believe in magic, Grief. I can't be affected by it. Something's wrong here...]] [[Alexander|> Do you hear that noise from the corner behind you? Guess who's hiding there! *]] [[Bad Grief|> I'm going to now. So I have done this Grief a favour. Haven't I, father?]] [[Saburov|> Stay like that for now... Scot-free, huh.]] Side Qest: Round Up [[Lara Ravel|> What can I do... I can't tell a lie. Such is my nature.]] [[Saburov|> I haven't done anything yet.]] [[Haruspx|> We'll see. I don't like this request... feels too much like a betrayal.]] [[Lara|> Clara. You're welcome.]]

Katerina Saburova: The events are unfolding too fast... But we must continue to act... There is no time to waste. Now I know for certain that it was them, the utopians -- someone from among them, or the entire lot... we must wrestle people out of their camp, one at a time... [[> I'm not sure you're right, mother... Could it be you're mistaken? *]] > I'm ready.

Katerina Saburova: I know whereof I speak, sweet daughter... The voice that talks to me in my dreams is incapable of lying... For many years, this has been how my visions come to me... Let other Mistresses say that isn't genuine... I know... My visions have at times proved truer than theirs... [[> Who do you want me to convert today?]]

Katerina Saburova: ... Today we shall strike where they don't expect us to... You will talk to Mark Immortell... He is the director at the Theatre who stages prophetic mime performances with his Masks... Some time ago, he staged a performance about the death of King Kuron... He knew Simon would die... [[> You're shaking. Why? There's even sweat on your brow... *]] > How am I supposed to speak to him? I don't know any of his secrets.

Katerina Saburova: ... This is almost too important to me... I've had a prophetic dream in which the Bachelor was going to turn the Theatre into a leper colony... Just let Mark Immortell know about this... let him find a way to stop it... I need the Theatre badly! We need it... I can feel it... [[> How is he going to stop it?]]

Katerina Saburova: ... Ah, what does it matter! ... He can make the building unusable for the Bachelor's purposes... It's important that I should keep it... for purposes of my own. I can sense that my powers of prophecy... have to do with that place. The Masks and their soothsaying must be involved too... [[> Who could help me? *]] > I'll do what you've told me to. I'll tell him what you said; it won't be difficult.

Katerina Saburova: Maria knows... She is the only one who can influence him... and I think he is one of her suitors. No one except Maria knows how to get to Mark... but don't you go to her! You're not strong enough to take her on yet... Think of something... [[> All right, mother. I'll do what you're asking me to do.]] > I'd rather not. It's a little frightening... I have a bad premonition.

Executor: What do you want, little girl? [[> I'm looking for Mark Immortell. I want to talk to him. *]] > And who are you?

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Executor: Mark is not here anymore. And I don't think he's coming back. [[> Where is he then? Where? Don't keep me waiting!]]

Executor: He may have gone to seek justice from the rulers... Will he find it? Or he may have found shelter with some good friends... But are they really his friends? Time will tell, my child... time will tell. And you -- go and live your life. While you still can. [[> Here, have a coin. Do something for the sick. *]] > Oh no... Tell me I don't have to go there again! Why is he so careless about choosing his friends?

Mark Immortell: Well hello there! You must be running an errand for Katerina. She needs a certain something, doesn't she? And I bet she's feeling uneasy? [[> How did you guess? *]] > I've come to ask what's going to happen to the theatre now...

Mark Immortell: It's written all over your face. But let's get right down to business, seeing as you have very little time; the walls of this house are pernicious to you, little imp. What is it, then, that's causing your displeasure with me or, say, with the most charming Mistress of... this hospitable house? [[> Mark Immortell, I accuse you of heresy and blasphemy. You were the one that brought down the plague upon the town! *]] > What? What did you call me?

Mark Immortell: Now those are some strong words! You're much too impressionable, my child. Katerina's only dabbling in prophetic rhetoric because it's her last resort, now that she's foreseen the beginning of the end... An ugly trick to pull, and cheap too... take a professional's word for it. [[> What, are you a priest? *]] > Yours is a world without faith...

Mark Immortell: Why all the twisted notions? Why are you so hateful? It's only play-acting, all of it! Like any game, play-acting is a mere shadow of Existence, a tiny fragment of it, a semblance -- not a hollow semblance, mind you, quite the contrary, filled to the brim! Play-acting is fuller than reality... since it's smaller. [[> You're always play-acting! Always a mummer! That's why you have this manner of explaining things. *]] > There's room for God inside the tiniest fragment...

Mark Immortell: Yes, that's what I am indeed. And while we're at it, I ought to explain to you what Katerina's business is with the theatre... it's got nothing to do with these Masks of mine. But there is, you see, this creature living down there. An abomination of a spirit; a taunter and a tormentor. We call it the Rat Prophet. [[> What? Now you're not making any sense! *]] > Another toy semblance...

Mark Immortell: Yes, yes... The thing is, Katerina's barren. She can't predict the future. That creature can, though, and it visits her at night. Unlike a true Mistress, however, it can tell lies -- and it's certainly good at telling the right lies. [[> I don't believe you...]]

Mark Immortell: Go and convince yourself then... The creature is in there now. Speak these words to the Masks: "earlobe and eyelid", and they'll let you pass. [[> You better not be lying... Katerina is like a mother to me now! And it does seem to me that you and this filthy little monster are plotting together! *]] > It will lie to me too... How am I supposed to convince myself?

Executor: From one gate to the other, so daring and brave... man's life is a path from cradle to grave. Heh heh. [[> Earlobe and eyelid, Mask. Let me through. *]] > You try and say that to me again...

Executor: Go in then... Look at her, not scared at all! The cute little thing... [[> Careful with that talon!]]

Rat Prophet: Greetings, plague dear! Wait just a bit more, we're almost done embellishing your throne. The very heart of the town shall become the temple of the pest. You'll have the world at your feet soon. [[> ... Plague? Me? *]] > I see your mendacity with my own eyes now.

Rat Prophet: Well, that is your nature. [[> That's not true! *]] > It would seem that you're right... And what is your nature, prophet?

Rat Prophet: All this time, none other but you have been the disease personified -- the tool for the world to restore the balance with. All this time, there have been no sister. All this time, Clara has been chasing herself around, confounded by Katerina's visions becoming true. > I don't believe you... Prove that you're telling the truth! [[> What about Katerina? Did she really start it all for your sake? *]]

Rat Prophet: She needs to chill. Whatever happens, my favourite person in the town will never be denied my favours... Feel free to come over too, Lady Plague. And tell Katerina to just forget about Mark: he's hopeless; there's no converting him. That would be pointless anyway. You'll crush him yourself in the end. [[> It's all just a game for you! How dare you!]]

Rat Prophet: In the end, you'll be surprised to find out that everything you've heard, every single thing, was the honest truth -- even the seemingly contradictory things. > You are Satan! I want nothing to do with you... [[> I'll drop by again later... for more sage advice.]]

Katerina Saburova: Oh the torment... What a torment this is... [[> I've talked to Mark as you asked. *]] > Try to get some sleep.

Katerina Saburova: And so? Pray tell, don't keep me waiting... [[> Do you trust my insight? Do you know that I can read people's souls?]]

Katerina Saburova: Would I entrust you with such things if I didn't? Would I let you rewrite and redraw people's destinies if I didn't trust you, my angel? [[> He's not one to side with either the Utopians or the Humble. He stands apart. *]] > Maria thinks he's under her charms and in the ranks of the utopians. He's playing along. But that's not how it really is!

Katerina Saburova: So? ... Why are you looking at me like that? This was not the most important of what you were going to tell me, was it? [[> Do you know of the Rat Prophet? *]] > No, nothing... mommy. I still haven't talked to him.

Katerina Saburova: ... I sense something. When you uttered those words, I suddenly felt something familiar... as if something ran its sharp little claws across my back... [[> It's the creature that whispers false prophecies to you in your sleep! *]] > I think Mark just wanted to scare you. He's against us, mother... We don't need him... he's wicked. Let us subvert the utopians instead!

Katerina Saburova: Well then... Thank you, beloved daughter... You've done all you could... So that's who's been visiting me nightly... How frightening... I thought they weren't rats... but kind spirits of the Earth... [[> Yes, it is frightening...]]

Alexander Saburov: So... how are you doing, my daughter? Have you had plenty of work... today? [[> Yes. Rather a lot. All those places to visit. I had to go everywhere. And observe everything. *]] > I can see this is not what you want to ask me about... Has something happened?

Alexander Saburov: Yes... I understand... Will you tell me about it? [[> I don't think I should... I really don't. You don't need to hear about any of that... my dear father and protector! *]] > Are you finding it difficult to talk to me, father? Have I done something to make you angry?

Alexander Saburov: ... Are you willing to continue helping me in the future? > It's my duty. [[> Gladly! *]]

Alexander Saburov: Now I'm convinced that Grief is the culprit! This man, this kingpin of the Warehouses, smuggler and death peddler, has now let gangs of thugs loose on the streets. You can see what's going on. They cut people down; they murder women; they rob homes... They are too much for the patrolmen. [[> ... But how could he have caused the epidemic? *]] > Father... Do you really want me to do something that your own patrolmen can't do? I'm no Judith...

Alexander Saburov: Bachelor Dankovsky found during his investigation that Grief ordered thieves to dump infected corpses into the river. Anything up to... several dozen. The thieves refuse to reveal the location. In fact, they are altogether denying having done it. But the claim must certainly be examined. > ... That's just horrible! And yet the infected corpses had to have come from somewhere! [[> Why would they do that? With the... corpses, I mean? *]]

Alexander Saburov: They probably wanted to hide the bodies. Which can only indicate that the thieves had a hand in those people's deaths. [[> ... Do you think they deliberately infected people?]]

Alexander Saburov: That's what I'd like to know. I'd like to know if it's true, and if yes, the exact location where they dumped those corpses... before we stamp out this whole nest of vipers. And we are going to have to stamp it out. He has done too much evil already, this Grief. Perhaps he is not directly responsible -- bit indirectly is enough for us. [[> But why don't you ask Grief yourself? You know where he lives. Bring him in and question him... why do you need me? *]] > Will our manpower suffice? There are cutthroats everywhere... > Sounds a little scary...

Alexander Saburov: The wily lowlife is denying everything... he feigned fear and pretended to have had nothing to do with it. He acted his part so well that he even raised the alarm himself! And yet I'm sure it's Grief who is inciting the killers, as well as buying up their victims' stolen belongings. Ask him if it's true. I am sure it is. [[> Don't you have a way to loosen his tongue? *]] > I'll ask.

Alexander Saburov: That is not all. I suspect that Grief enjoys the Olgimskys' protection... in exchange for giving them kickbacks from his illicit trade in twyrine. Should Vlad take offense, I would prefer to face him fully armed. Ask Grief if it's true. I would like to know everything about him... before he's dealt with. [[> Who could know things about him? You know... things. He won't open up unless I catch his soul with a hook. *]] > All right. I'll ask him the way I asked the others.

Alexander Saburov: I don't know. Olgimsky surely knows something, but he will say nothing. Think. Do your own research. [[> I'll try... I think I know who that could be... *]] > I don't think I can do it. I don't know anyone around here...

Bad Grief: 'Tis us or them... Right, kiddo? [[> I have a question for you, Grief... *]] > I'm looking for this thingie, thief. Show me your stock. > So is it us or them? Not that it matters, Grief; yours will be a sticky end regardless... > Well excuse me, but there's no "us"; there's you and there's me. Don't act like I'm one of your kind, thief.

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Bad Grief: I'm a trifle tired, I am... Eh well, my life's barely begun -- and it's almost lights out time already... Questions! Who's got time for that! Oh no, I ain't angry at all... just tired. 'Tis all because of 'em questions. You agree to answer one, and a bit of your life's blood escapes with the answer. With the anger. Anger is our life's blood, lil' pimple... > I feel sorry for you... You must be in pain. [[> And do you know there's going to be a manhunt for you? *]]

Bad Grief: Bah... old news. Dontcha teach a cook in his own kitchen, all right? They'll end up grabbin' the wrong man. The Bachelor -- more like the Bitchelor! -- wouldn't put in a word for me, so perhaps you will help me out, what with you being the Saburovs' new little sweetie? Tell him I had nothin' to do with it, will you? [[> He won't believe me. He's too angry with you. He doesn't answer to anyone, so there's a lot of rancour in him...]]

Bad Grief: Eh, livin' the thievin'... I've got myself a lad who can vouch for me all right. He's the best kind of advocate man could have, too, 'cause he's my enemy. The lil' prick never misses a chance to smear my honest thief's name in more dirt. It's that pesky lil' punk, Notkin. Had it in for me since forever. Keeps settin' his whelps on me too -- 'n they have a nose for our lot's sins, and won't let any go unnoted. Ask him, then, if I'm a killer. > And I will! [[> I was going to anyway...]]

Notkin: Well? Are we friends yet? [[> Grief says he's been falsely accused. Is that true? *]] > Quite possibly... > Being my friend is dangerous, Notkin. Take your time and get a closer look at me.

Notkin: Oh, Filin? Not a clean spot left on that one! Name a crime, any crime, and he'll be guilty of it. What did he get himself accused of this time? [[> Of spreading the epidemic. *]] > A recent series of violent robberies.

Notkin: What? Who said that? [[> That's what I'm asking. *]] > Saburov.

Notkin: They're benefitting from the outbreak, that much is true. You see, there's this little-known fact. It could all be because of the twyrine peddled by the thieves. There's been this special twyrine lately; it's black! And it's surrounded by so many fears and prohibitions that... there must be a reason. [[> Little-known, you say? How do you know it then? *]] > Black twyrine! Do you think the disease has been spreading through it?

Notkin: We know everything -- we're close by and have a nose for these things! That's what he hates us for, that bloody Filin! So this black twyrine, it's kind of sinister. Why are they so hush-hush about it? It's not like twyrine trade hasn't been around for a while. The whole town knows. And now there's this... > What do you mean? [[> Is Filin his last name? *]]

Notkin: Grigory Filin, that's what he's called. It was shortened to Grief eventually, and "Bad Grief" is his own invention. To sound bigger than he is, I guess. [[> I see...]]

Notkin: Use that talent of yours to ask him about the black twyrine... I'd love to see how shifty his eyes will get! [[> Thanks for the good advice, Notkin.]]

Bad Grief: 'Tis us or them... Right, kiddo? [[> Now I'm going to ask you some questions, Grief, on behalf of your greatest fear -- and you're going to answer them. *]] > I'm looking for this thingie, thief. Show me your stock. > So is it us or them? Not that it matters, Grief; yours will be a sticky end regardless... > Well excuse me, but there's no "us"; there's you and there's me. Don't act like I'm one of your kind, thief.

Bad Grief: ... Huh? Wha--? [[> ... Filin, oh Filin, I know of you this: you knew ahead of time about the disaster that was to strike the town. Will you agree to touch me? To brave the depths? To answer my questions candidly and without prejudice? *]] > You heard me. Look me in the eye!

Bad Grief: ... Sure, kiddo, ask away... Where did you get my name, anyway? Did Saburov whisper it to you, the scum? [[> You're... not asleep?]]

Bad Grief: Heh heh... So, d'you still wanna ask those questions? See this lil' thingie on my neck? It's a Steppe talisman... against maras like you! Eh... All right... all right, I'm not mad. Age-old custom of give 'n take 'n everythin', I can get behind that. Do a tiny lil' favour for me and I'll do the answerin' for you... and what were you sayin' about touchin'? Eh, lil' tot? Anyway, ain't you a piece of work! [[> ... Speak. *]] > Hey, is that magical? Show me... Why, what's the matter?

Bad Grief: The Saburov scum is tryin' to frame me. Knife attacks 'n other kinds of nastiness. Now, can you imagine me cuttin' someone with a knife? Eh? Of course you can't! I'm not guilty of any of that and neither are my lads. Now Saburov, he's not angry on account of the people -- just on account of his people... I want to give him the actual cutthroat so that he leaves me alone. I'll clear my own reputation in the process too, so it's a win-win! > I'll put in a word for you. [[> Look at your own fellows standing there -- you could run through three pwoplw with one of the knives they've got... Are they just a deterrant? *]]

Bad Grief: Yep, they sure are, 'n I can prove it... 'This not they who carve people up, all right? Especially not Saburov's people... [[> Go ahead. Prove it...]]

Bad Grief: There's a trophy lyin' in Barley's lair, a sack -- just make sure you don't open it or look inside, kiddo... Weasel your way into Barley's trust, eh? Then steal that bag, bring it to Saburov 'n tell him where you found it. That's it -- 'n the town becomes one cutthroat lighter! [[> That's a lot to do... *]] > Aren't you afraid of making a bad bargain?

Bad Grief: 'N keep your pretty 'lil mouth shut, will you? Dontcha mention you're doin' it for me, eh? If you doubt my word, you can ask Barley if it was his doin'. Then go ahead. > You watch out now... [[> I don't believe in magic, Grief. I can't be affected by it. Something's wrong here...]]

Barley: 'N who would this lil' creature here be? Wanna get a bob -- or a ponytail? Want me to saw you up in half with my razor too -- or shall I just squash you with my nail? Huh? > I've come to warn you! I have a very important message! [[> You have no idea who you're talking to, slob. I am death.]]

Barley: I'm gonna count to three now. If you manage to surprise me, you'll live. If you don't, you won't. Duh. One. Two... [[> Do you hear that noise from the corner behind you? Guess who's hiding there! *]] > Ow! Don't do that...

Alexander Saburov: I will restore order here, God damn it! [[> Father... if only tou knew what I've had to endure! But I found out that-- *]] > Don't make a vow! You shouldn't. > No... I'll be the one who restores order here.

Alexander Saburov: What? What did you find out? [[> Grief is not the mastermind. He really did prohibit murdering. The killers are being incited by a different man, known as Barley the Barber...]] > What about me... don't you care at all?

Alexander Saburov: If it's true we need to inform the Bachelor immediately. He seems about to try and snatch Wolf's glory from under his nose. [[> I don't understand.]]

Alexander Saburov: I've set up a trap for Grief. Sargeant Wolf found out that the killers' ringleader had called up a meeting at a certain secret location. All that remains is to discover that location, and we'll catch Grief red-handed. The ringleader is none other than him. It cannot be anyone else. [[> Actually, I haven't asked him yet... Because, you see, it was he who sent me to you, to intercede on his behalf! *]] > I don't know about your judgement, father -- but mine has to be fair and impartial!

Alexander Saburov: Enough... We'll discuss this later. Now to the business at hand. I need to send a messenger to Wolf at once. [[> See this sack? I stole it from Barley's lair... Take it. It's very heavy. And wet...]]

Alexander Saburov: What's inside it? Show me. > ... Look. [[> Well? Fine parcel, eh?]]

Alexander Saburov: It's Wolf's head... The sergeant in charge of the operation. The one who first found out about the killers' secret meeting... > I had a hunch about what might be in the bag... [[> Barley killed him. He's the real leader of the barber gang. *]]

Alexander Saburov: ... My most trusted patrolman! The sharpest, the most skilled and daring! I had him in mind as the replacement for Yaklakh, who had gone missing... Who am I to rely on now? Ah, the blackguard! He has as good as cut off my right hand! I've had enough! Where did you say they were hiding? [[> In a large, semicircle warehouse on this side of the river. It's quite nearby. *]] > So am I to tell Grief you're not going to go after him today?

Alexander Saburov: They are all done for... I'll crush these ones today, and the rest of them tomorrow! Let Grief breathe for now; he must be in a panic himself. We shall see in two days... So you haven't asked about the river yet? [[> I'm going to now. So I have done this Grief a favour. Haven't I, father?]]

Bad Grief: 'Tis us or them... Right, kiddo? [[> Oh, the things I had to suffer through because of you... the knots I had to tie myself in... *]] > I'm looking for this thingie, thief. Show me your stock. > So is it us or them? Not that it matters, Grief; yours will be a sticky end regardless... > Well excuse me, but there's no "us"; there's you and there's me. Don't act like I'm one of your kind, thief.

Bad Grief: Dontcha get all metaphorical on me. Although the metaphor's clear, ain't it? You're alive, so that means the plan's worked out all right. Eh? Am I right? [[> I stole the severed head from Barley. And I took it to Saburov. He won't go after you today.]]

Bad Grief: Heh heh... go after me? He and whose army? Or do you think he'd show up in person, gettin' his hands all muddy 'n dirty? Like hell! Or was he gonna send you? With some stamped piece of paper? Heh heh... Oh, you thief, you! [[> Well, a bargain's a bargain -- it's question time. I've got three. *]] > Look, here I am, standing in front of you, flesh and blood. See a stamped paper? Thought not.

Bad Grief: Sure, go on. Whaddya wanna know? Just do me a favour and skip the mumbo jumbo part. [[> ... Filin, oh Filin, I know of you this: you are the real ringleader of the killers! Will you agree to touch me? To brave the depths? To answer my questions candidly and without prejudice? *]] > All right. Tell me, was Olgimsky acting in collusion with you?

Bad Grief: ... Yeah. I'm the real boss... I was lucky Barley came along at the right time... let me cover my tracks 'n shift the blame 'n get off scot-free... The Bachelor never got my number... [[> What did you need it all for?]]

Bad Grief: ... For 'tis my soul's desire. This... killin' urge. It's just that... my hand was itchin'... for some jolly funtime... [[> Now tell me about the Olgimskys. Have they been protecting your shady business? *]] > You're a cruel monster, a ghoul! Any Ripper is a lamb compared to you!

Bad Grief: Fat Vlad's the real man, 'tis he who's runnin' the market... The young one's clueless... It was he that ordered the black twyrine too... his own doin'... [[> And the final question, Grief. Where exactly did you dump the bodies into the river? *]] > ... So that's why Saburov didn't want to arrest you at once.

Bad Grief: ... That wasn't us... I know, I know the whole chant with them stiffs... but that was the Worms from the Termitary, 'n I got the blame... I know nothin'... 'tis not my scope of murder, not my style, I swear to God... poisonin' all the water, that's just... gruesome... [[> That's not for you to judge! After all that I've found out... *]] > Don't you dare mention God, you scum!

Bad Grief: A blow with a big blunt stick in a dark alley, that's nice and clean, it is, especially when it's not from behind... with a knife, there's even a bit of gallantry in it... especially when it's not your own knife... What do we look like on the inside? Eh? Whadyathink? No one wants to drag that out in the open... that would be scary, heh heh... that would be givin' away the secret... [[> What secret? *]] > I think I've sensed it...

Bad Grief: ... That's the point... I've no idea... I'll put a stop to it, I will... just don't get me killed, lil' tot... I'll be useful to you yet... > I've asked my questions, Grief. Come to. [[> Stay like that for now... Scot-free, huh.]]

Alexander Saburov: I will restore order here, God damn it! [[> I've found out... a lot more about Grief than I'd care to know. *]] > Don't make a vow! You shouldn't. > No... I'll be the one who restores order here.

Alexander Saburov: What is it? Speak. [[> I don't even know where to begin... *]] > He deserves to die.

Alexander Saburov: Begin with the Olgimskys. That is the most important sin for me, and the least for him, for it is not his fault. So did Olgimsky protect his illicit trade? Did he benefit from it? [[> He didn't just benefit; he presided over it. Grief was his stooge. *]] > I won't be able to tell for certain until I've asked Vlad himself...

Alexander Saburov: Now then, we shall skip the issue of the barber gang, since it's clear now who their true mastermind was... thanks to your courage, my brave girl. [[> Don't skip it just yet. Barley was as much of a puppet in Grief's hands as Grief himself was for Olgimsky. Everyone has their toys. *]] > ... Yes, let's skip it.

Alexander Saburov: And I was beginning to regret my bias! It seems I shouldn't have... Well, that settles it. [[> Aren't you interested to know what my verdict is? Whether Grief is the cause of the disaster that's struck us?]]

Alexander Saburov: Well... Is he the cause of the disaster that has struck the town? What's your verdict > It's him. I don't know if it's just him, but he definitely played a part. [[> No. It's not him. He's not to blame for the disaster that's struck your town... our town. *]]

Alexander Saburov: Well, hearing not-guilty verdicts from you is troubling. I hope it doesn't lead to something bad... Huh? [[> What can I do... I can't tell a lie. Such is my nature.]]

Lara Ravel: You walk everywhere, afraid of nothing. And I need your help again. Would you agree to do something for me? [[> What is it?]]

Lara Ravel: There's a manhunt going on for young Burakh. It appears that your patron, Alexander, is behind it. But he's unfair towards Burakh. [[> Why?]]

Lara Ravel: The Haruspex doesn't just chop up the dead for his own amusement. He's trying to create a panacea. Please, find out what's happening and stop Alexander's punishing hand. He's blinded. [[> All right, I'll help him. *]] > I won't stop him; what's more, I'll help him. That murderer and blasphemer has had it coming.

Lara Ravel: I will reward you if you help the Haruspex. [[> I haven't done anything yet.]]

Alexander Saburov: I will restore order here, God damn it! [[> They say you're hunting down the Haruspex; is that true? *]] > Don't make a vow! You shouldn't. > No... I'll be the one who restores order here.

Alexander Saburov: Yes, and it's good that you've mentioned it. [[> Why?]]

Alexander Saburov: Because I've decided that today shall see the end of any and all killers who use scalpels, razors, knives, barber scissors, or any other manner of blades. The epidemic mowing down human lives is bad enough on its own. The streets will be safe -- in daytime as well as at nighttime! [[> The Haruspex is not one to get caught easily... *]] > I know where his lair is.

Alexander Saburov: The Executors just reported that he was seen in an infected district -- very close to the Works, as it happens. He's scouring through abandoned houses. Looting, obviously... We could lure him into an ambush. You could. [[> Why don't you seize him if you know where he is? *]] > But how?

Alexander Saburov: The patrolmen are afraid of getting infected, and I don't trust the Executors. You, on the other hand, don't have to fear the infection. Tell him that Rubin is waiting for him back home. The Bachelor said that the Haruspex was very eager to ask him some questions concerning some mystery to do with dead flesh. [[> And-- *]] > Is Rubin really there?

Alexander Saburov: He's in one of the infected houses. Be quick. This will be more proof that you stand on the side of the Law. > I prove it incessantly every day... [[> We'll see. I don't like this request... feels too much like a betrayal.]]

Haruspex: I'm sick of you already! Why won't you stop interrupting my work? Get lost! You bring me bad luck! [[> I just wanted to say that there's an ambush laid for you. Don't go home today... *]] > So that's how it is... Then I suppose you don't at all care about who's waiting for you back at home!

Haruspex: Really? Who laid it? [[> Alexander Saburov, my adoptive father, detests you. For no good reason, I'd say. *]] > Alexander Saburov, my adoptive father, detests you. I share the sentiment, but I don't want to be part of anything underhanded.

Haruspex: Thank you... what was your name again? [[> Clara. You're welcome.]]

Lara Ravel: I'm worried... Perhaps it's not too late to fix things yet? [[> I've warned Burakh. *]] > What are you talking about?

Lara Ravel: You did everything right, Clara. Take this gift... it's modest, but it will be useful to you in these difficult times. [[> Thank you.|home]] end day 4

Side Quest: The Cathedral [[Capella]] [[Maria Kaina|> All right. I'll do it for you. But I'd only do it for you, do you understand? *]] [[Bachelor|> All right. I'll do everything you say, so you may understand who I really am... *]] [[Patrolman|> You've given me a great idea, Bachelor... *]] [[Capella|> Give me your hands, let me touch you... And you, and you, and you too... There, there, no need to be afraid... Nothing more will happen... *]] Main Quest: Rubin's Communion [[Saburov|> Oh, never mind that... It's up to you. *]] [[Vlad jr|> All right. I'll do as you say, father... *]] [[Stanislav Rubin|> Thank you! That's good advice.]] [[Georgiy Kain|> All right, I'll visit Kain. In the meantime, eat your meal... There. See what a hungry giant you are...]] [[Rubin|> All right .]] [[Saburov|> Thank you... Even though this is hardly reassuring.]] Side Quest: The Twins [[Katerina|> Certainly!]] [[Peter Stamatin|> All right. I'm going. *]] [[Sickly Man|> I'll bring you a word from Andrey. *]] [[Alexander|> I'll talk to Alexander.]] [[Andrey Stamatin|> All right .]] [[Peter|> Fine then. To hell with you too ! *]] [[Katerina|> Perhaps it's for the better. Farewell, Peter.]]

Capella: Clara, Clara dear... the time has come for me to seek your help. And rest assured that this is a most solemn appeal, as befits a Mistress addressing another. Do you know what that means -- when a Mistress seeks the help of another Mistress, her rival and foe? Can you fathom the force and the joy that breaks forth into the world when their hands touch? [[> I can guess. Are you and I really Mistresses, though? Can you really say something like that to me? Why joke like that? *]] > No, Capella dear. I don't know that yet.

Capella: I had a dreadful dream last night. I saw a sinister creature come in the dark of night -- a thing of the Steppe, a shabnak-adyr. She sneaked into the Cathedral and killed everyone, everyone who was hiding in there! All around, I saw the dead -- the dead -- the dead! [[> How can I help you? *]] > Well... It makes sense. Can't an infected person get inside?

Capella: I do not know if I should trust that dream... Maybe it was no vision -- I'm not used to having those yet, and cannot tell a dream from a Dream... And the children wouldn't stop talking about the shabnak-adyr to me. They've been told all those scary things... [[> Is there any way we could verify this?]]

Capella: Could you... could you ask Maria if she's had the same dream? [[> Maria hates me. Why don't you ask her yourself? *]] > I'd rather ask Katerina.

Capella: If the dream is prophetic, it will destroy her Bachelor. An envoy from the capital is arriving the day after tomorrow, and everything will depend on them. Maria will never go as far as to put her Bachelor's success at risk. And I'll reward you! [[> But why don't you want to write her a letter?]]

Capella: ... She'll laugh at me. If I let her see that I doubt my own abilities, it will give her a great advantage. We're rival Mistresses, and these are the crucial days. The Mistress that shows herself the most capable of all is the one that will be entitled to wield Power. [[> Why are you calling the two of you Mistresses anyway? I don't know about Maria, but you -- how are you a Mistress? *]] > But what about me?

Capella: I'm still only a girl. But that will change... Try it regardless! The Kains don't think that bad of you. They always try to be intimidating, they like to dramatize everything, they enjoy striking up a pose! My dear... I'll reward you just for asking the question! If only you ask it on your own behalf! Please! [[> All right. I'll do it for you. But I'd only do it for you, do you understand? *]] > No. I won't do that. Write her a letter. It's ridiculous to be embarrassed of something like that.

Maria Kaina: Nay, this is looking more and more like I will end up being friends with her... You are deranged, aren't you? [[> I have some extremely important news. *]] > Oh please. It's just that I really have no reason to be afraid of you. I'll never claim the throne you're picturing me on. > I'm just testing you. So far in our encounters, you've been the bigger loser!

Maria Kaina: You cannot possibly have important news for me. You cannot possibly know something I do not. [[> Capella has had a bad dream about a tragedy striking at the Cathedral. Very soon, perhaps as we speak. Have you had the same dream? *]] > It also concerns the demon you worship so much -- I mean the Bachelor. After all, it was he who occupied and defiled the town's Cathedral!

Maria Kaina: You are not a particularly strong Mistress if you ask questions like this... you are doubting your claim. But I'm going to have to disappoint Capella. I did not sleep last night. I was in a lot of pain from that drug... I might have died, were I not who I am. [[> So you don't know?]]

Maria Kaina: I got no sleep because I was waiting for Simon's Memory to accede. For some reason, he never turned up at the Focus -- neither today nor yesterday... This means Simon is still alive! But I will sleep tonight. Perhaps I will see my mother, and then I'll ask her your question... Mistress... [[> What if it is too late? *]] > Alive, you say? It would've been a good idea to listen when the bells were ringing...

Maria Kaina: Fine... Oh God, you're too much... Obviously, you should go to Daniil, not to me. Or are you afraid of Daniil the Demon? Then sneak in, he won't be at home anyway... take the keys from the Cathedral and go inside... If there is trouble, I'll find Daniil myself. [[> All right. I'll do everything you say, so you may understand who I really am... *]] > Yikes! No! I'm afraid! Suppose I walk in and there are dead people in there. And I'll get blamed afterwards...

Bachelor: If I hadn't already heard -- by extraordinary chance, as it happens -- what a contradictory character you are, I wouldn't have waited for a trial and a verdict to fire a bullet at your tender heart. [[> Dear me! Why? *]] > You'd have missed...

Bachelor: On suspicion of murdering Simon Kain, an immortal man. Did you know him? Speak! [[> Immortal Simon... Sometimes I think I did... I don't understand anything! *]] > No. I didn't know him.

Bachelor: I am Bachelor Dankovsky. Bear in mind that I'm indebted to the person whose death has made my life meaningless. And if I find out you were involved, I'll make short work of you. [[> I had nothing to do with it. *]] > Have pity... I'm frightened enough as it is.

Bachelor: And what are you doing here? [[> I need the keys to the Cathedral. *]] > I've come to see Eva. > I just wanted to take a glimpse at your workspace... That's really impressive.

Bachelor: What would you need the keys to the Cathedral for? [[> Maria told me you had them... *]] > I'd like to see if everything's all right in there. I have a suspicion that something bad might happen inside.

Bachelor: What, you and Maria talk to each other? Unbelievable. Maria denounced you as a Changeling and said that if you came to her again, she'd have you thrown into the Gorkhon to see if you'd sink or swim. Does this mean you've swum? [[> No! *]] > Quit fooling around! Let me into the Cathedral.

Bachelor: So you sank? That makes you a non-witch; but then you must be a revenant, and I don't know which is worse. Shame that the bullets in my revolver are leaden and not silver. But perhaps they'll do too... [[> Bachelor, give me the key... Why don't any of you believe me? Why am I the only one you're ever suspicious of? *]] > I'm leaving! I don't need anything! Just don't shoot me...

Bachelor: Never! They wouldn't even let me in, unless I walked into an infected district first, and then I'd have to spend the whole day inside. Those are the orders. Although it would be a good idea to check up on how they're doing water supply-wise... what with new people arriving all the time... I'm not sure the water sources can handle the load. [[> You've given me a great idea, Bachelor... *]] > You monster! You're keeping them there in such conditions? It's like a death camp!

Patrolman: You from an infected area? This place's been quarantined; here's the rules: twelve hours indoors, regardless of time elapsed since leaving an infected quarter. We mark the time of your entrance. If you see someone inside with signs of illness, knock at once. Do not approach the infected person until tey are escorted out by Executors. [[> No, no... I'm just a messenger. Do you perhaps need anything? *]] > No, no! I was just passing by. > You don't see me, watchful guard. And my voice is your own fancy. It's coming from within...

Patrolman: Frankly, we could use some water... There's more people by the hour, and we're running short of spring water... People are thirsty. Have you got water? Bring us some, twenty flasks or so. The least you can do. [[> All right, I'll be back with water soon...]]

Patrolman: You from an infected area? This place's been quarantined; here's the rules: twelve hours indoors, regardless of time elapsed since leaving an infected quarter. We mark the time of your entrance. If you see someone inside with signs of illness, knock at once. Do not approach the infected person until tey are escorted out by Executors. [[> Look, I've brought water... Aren't you thirsty? *]] > No, no! I was just passing by. > You don't see me, watchful guard. And my voice is your own fancy. It's coming from within...

Patrolman: I'm so grateful to you, girl! [[> Look into my eyes. What have you got here? Can I touch?]]

Patrolman: Must be some dirt in my eye, I'm sorry... Or maybe a piece of clay... I need to rub my eyes... Where are you? [[> You don't see me. You haven't seen anyone. And you haven't heard my voice...]]

Patrolman: What is this? The clay in my eyes won't go... Hey, who goes there? Who are you? [[> Don't worry, it will be all right... Let me through.]]

Factory Worker: Who is here? Who have they brought this time? Ah, it's the holy girl, sweet Clara, the harbinger... Why would they put you of all people in here? You can't get the disease... Do give us your blessings and kisses... [[> Give me your hands, let me touch you... And you, and you, and you too... There, there, no need to be afraid... Nothing more will happen... *]] > No, no! Don't do that! Take good care of yourselves -- and don't touch me!

Capella: So what is it? What's happening at the Cathedral? [[> I've been to the Cathedral. There are plenty of people there, all of them alive and well. I didn't see a single infected person. *]] > Don't worry. Don't you worry about a thing... Your dream was merely a nightmare. > Who knows?

Capella: There'd be none to see in any case... They say it strikes at once. One faints before one can take three steps. Only someone special -- someone like Burakh, Simon, or a Bound person -- can withstand the sickness for a long time... [[> Are you at ease now?]]

Capella: Yes... Yes... insofar as it's at all possible to be at ease now. Sometimes I'm glad my dreams don't always come true... And Maria? Have you seen Maria? [[> I have... *]] > I'd prefer never to see her again...

Capella: Did she abuse you? Or was she kind? You didn't mention my name, did you? [[> She almost killed me! Every time I'm at the Crucible, the Kains use some kind of destructive magnetism against me!]] > No. I should even say it was an enlightening visit. And I'm most content with how it turned out.

Capella: I'm so sorry... Can I do anything to reward you for what you've had to suffer through? [[> Oh, never mind that... It's up to you. *]] > Drop a word for me... At least to your friends, the children.

Alexander Saburov: Now is no time to sleep, my daughter. The scythe has been sharpened; the righteous harbingers are riding in, hooves thudding. We ought to be clear now on whom that scythe shall swoop down. People are dying. The hour of reckoning is near. [[> Whose turn is it today?]]

Alexander Saburov: Rubin's time as come. I have received reliable information that he was in the know on everything that Isidor, the father of that accursed Burakh, was doing. It was with him that everything began. [[> Oh... But...]]

Alexander Saburov: I know that the Kains have put a sizable bounty on oynon Rubin's head. It almost matches the bounty on your... alter ego. They must have a good reason for it. Georgiy is no fool. This closet is a veritable ossuary! [[> Just don't send me to the Kains!]]

Alexander Saburov: Talking to the Kains is useless, whereas honest Rubin will tell you everything himself... if you find the right approach. Perhaps he is innocent. I'd like to think he is. [[> I'll find that approach.]]

Alexander Saburov: I have no doubts that you will. [[> Who knows Rubin better than everyone else?]]

Alexander Saburov: Vlad the Younger. We are in a diplomatic alliance now. He will tell you the best way to approach the disgraced oynon. You need not be secretive; ask direct questions. He likes frankness. [[> All right. I'll do as you say, father... *]] > No, I won't do it! Rubin is a good person.

Vlad the Younger: We're going to have to stop the work... Such a shame! It's been years since we were able to dig a well this deep! > Tell me about Rubin. [[> Could it be you dug up the Sand Pest there? *]] > Can I spit into it? > It's beautiful... Does it have an echo?

Vlad the Younger: Impossible. I'm studying the soil. And now the Bachelor has demanded a re-run of the tests. He's amlost established for a fact that the disease originated from the earth. Yes, it probably crawled out from underground. But not out of my well! [[> Oh... *]] > I know. I know it wasn't your well.

Vlad the Younger: We're going to have to stop the work... Such a shame! It's been years since we were able to dig a well this deep! [[> Tell me about Rubin. *]] > Can I spit into it? > It's beautiful... Does it have an echo?

Vlad the Younger: What do you want with Rubin? [[> He's in danger.]]

Vlad the Younger: Is it true that the Saburovs have adopted you? [[> ... It is.]]

Vlad the Younger: You see... I trust Alexander. I even want us to start building up a dialogue, and of late we've almost succeeded at it... But he's being too zealous about his duties! [[> Is that a bad thing?]]

Vlad the Younger: Hm... I guess I'd better show you my hand... Rubin won't be hiding for long, it's against his character... Listen, you might want to not hand him over to the Kains. He'll be of use to you yet. [[> But will he talk to me? *]] > I think so too...

Vlad the Younger: Bring him lots of twyrine and different kinds of meat. A good treat will make him happy. It's pleasant to accept food and drink out of a girl's hands. He'll talk to you. [[> Thank you! That's good advice.]]

Stanislav Rubin: Has anyone been following you? [[> I've brought you some meat and twyrine, Stakh. Will you eat? *]] > I didn't look. Probably not. > Yes. It's more than likely that my sister has been following me...

Stanislav Rubin: Meat and twyrine? You're a sly one... Thank you! By the way, don't believe them when they tell you you shouldn't eat meat. You can, unless it's raw. We've recently established that the disease doesn't survive for long outside the human body. [[> Why are you hiding here?]]

Stanislav Rubin: I'm an outlaw now, just like you. Do you know what the word "outlaw" means? > Tell me. [[> It means... Well, it means that the Powers That Be are out to get you, right? *]]

Stanislav Rubin: Nonsense. The Powers That Be have nothing to do with it. It's much deeper than that. And simpler. [[> How so? It's all right, keep eating...]]

Stanislav Rubin: There's no escaping the Law. I didn't break the Law when I stole Simon's body, but when I put up a struggle. And also when I unveiled a forbidden secret. [[> What secret?]]

Stanislav Rubin: Simon's blood has given us the vaccine. And I mean it. Simon fought valiantly against the Sand Pest. He was the only one to defy it... but he didn't last long enough! I think there are other bodies like his. And yet his blood was special... [[> How?]]

Stanislav Rubin: Does it matter? It's blood that can fight the disease. And if the disease is the law, and the will of nature, then this is the blood of someone who dictates his own will to the universe, instead of yielding to the whims of nature. [[> A deep thought! Are you a philosopher?]]

Stanislav Rubin: A little, as every doctor is... You see, I'm a menkhu as well, and every menkhu is an oynon. But it was the Bachelor who pointed me towards the idea. There are indeed special people in the world; people whose very nature challenges the laws. If you help me, I'm going to search for such people. [[> You're going to become the Ripper?]]

Stanislav Rubin: Not necessarily. I'll try to use the Kin to search for them when the Termitary reopens. They deal with blood a lot. Or maybe there was a reason Simon used such a strange principle to select his Bound? Seeing as his Bound indluded children and thieves... [[> May I ask you a few questions?]]

Stanislav Rubin: No; I know about your hypnotic talents already. If you get me a pardon from Kain senior, I'll tell you everything of my own accord. Honestly, I will. I'm on the brink of turning myself in anyway. [[> All right, I'll visit Kain. In the meantime, eat your meal... There. See what a hungry giant you are...]]

Georgiy Kain: It is past time for you to stop haunting his house! [[> Georgiy, I want to talk to you about your brother Simon! *]] > So that's what the Kains' hospitality looks like...

Georgiy Kain: What could you tell me about Simon that I wouldn't know? > Simon is dead, but... [[> Simon is not dead. *]]

Georgiy Kain: Simon is not dead, he has lapsed into lethargy while he fights the Sand Plague. The traitor, Rubin, must have known about it. Find out where he is hiding, and ask him whether it is still possible to undo at least some of the damage... > He's hiding in one of the warehouses; apparently it's been his lair for a long time. [[> I won't tell you, unless you promise to pardon him! *]]

Georgiy Kain: I shall only make that promise on the condition that he stands a fair trial. And knowing Rubin, I am prepared to believe that he himself will prove to be the most harsh judge of all. That is why I only want him found... nothing more. [[> All right. I'll find him. What will you accept as proof of his innocence?]]

Georgiy Kain: His word of honour would suffice. Let him swear that he will not attempt to escape. You shall vouch for him. Is it true that Katerina has recognized you as a Mistress to be? This means you cannot lie. [[> All right .]]

Stanislav Rubin: Has anyone been following you? [[> I've spoken to Georgiy, and he has agreed to pardon you. *]] > I didn't look. Probably not. > Yes. It's more than likely that my sister has been following me...

Stanislav Rubin: I've already told you why I ripped the body apart. I won't be able to bring Simon back, but I might try to discover his secret. If Georgiy cares more about his brother's mission than his person, he'll agree. [[> What do you know about the shabnak?]]

Stanislav Rubin: My Master did tell me he'd met a woman in the Steppe. He asked her where she was going. She said, "To the warm people." [[> Could it have been... just a woman?]]

Stanislav Rubin: It was the disease in human form. A spirit. If my Master said this is possible, then it must be so. And she did have the face of a woman. I know nothing else -- except that my teacher didn't die of the disease; he was murdered. [[> Thank you... Even though this is hardly reassuring.]]

Alexander Saburov: What are you waiting for? [[> Rubin was frank with me... He said the disease has taken the shape of a woman. *]] > I'm doing everything I can.

Alexander Saburov: Is he guilty? [[> No. And he doesn't know who is. *]] > I didn't ask... I thought you wanted to find our through him who brought the plague with Isidor...

Alexander Saburov: All right, let him live. So the disease is after all walking around disguised as a person, a woman... But who is she? [[> Who indeed?]]

Alexander Saburov: Tomorrow we shall examine Yulia. She is a recluse, and I've had my suspicions about her for a long time. Even if it isn't her, she should at least give some clue as to where to look for the witch. She is intelligent. [[> Certainly!]]

Katerina Saburova: How fast the disease is spreading! So many dead already... That is because, up until now, we have been lacking in dilligence! And the reason for that is probably not the kindness of your heart, my daughter, but my incorrect choice of objectives... Still, are you ready to resume your endeavors? [[> Yes... yes, mother! *]] > I'm frightened... You sound as if I'd have to kill them!

Katerina Saburova: We must continue! There are not many Bound left... Our town will not be spared for the sake of ten righteous men -- nay, it will be destroyed on account of a single rebel... As of now, we are losing the battle... and for all I know, my husband may be exterminating the truly faithful in his fury... [[> What will I have to do today? * ]] > That's very likely! Everyone who he turns my attention to, seem to acknowledge fully that they deserve to be punished!

Katerina Saburova: ... I don't know for sure yet. Desperation is a bad advisor! To make a move too early is always to lose -- lose the little we have... But sometimes, even though you know it's the wrong move, you find it hard to hold back: what if you're lucky? That is how we are going to play now... threatening the queen... [[> Who are you going to send me to, mother? *]] > I don't know the rules of chess...

Katerina Saburova: The blade of your words will now be pointed at the very heart... of the utopians' false doctrine. Only the Kains themselves are more dangerous than them. I am talking about the brothers Stamatin -- the rebellious architects who have challenged... too many things. You will begin with Peter. Convert him. [[> Why him? *]] > How do I hook him?

Katerina Saburova: He is a murderer, a mutineer, an impudent rebel. His creations subvert the foundations of matter. He has challenged the law of earthly gravity. He has insulted the Earth by building an edifice that does not touch our ancient mother, the nourishing Vein of Boddho... [[> Is he an architect? *]] > ... Do you believe that too?

Katerina Saburova: He is. Just like his depraved brother Andrey... All that they do, they do together. All that they feel, they feel together... Perhaps that is their weakness... Convert Peter! Then the fierce Andrey will be in our hands too, since they are twins, and one cannot live without the other. [[> All right. I'm going. *]] > I don't know... I'm in doubt.

Peter Stamatin: Youe eyes are so green... Don't go away, sweet apparition! Stay a while with poor Peter. I've done to much to let people hold on to their daydreams, and I've left none for myself. The spirits fly off before they can even be made out clearly. Who are you, an angel? Or death? [[> I'm an angel. *]] > Death...

Peter Stamatin: Yes! And, as would befit an angel, you smell of herbs: the spicy twyre and the harsh swevery... What is your name? [[> Call me Clara.]]

Peter Stamatin: Drink with me, little one... You are as green as the water in that deep poor. You must be the fairy from this matted bottle... I'll heed you... Drink. [[> Peter, oh Peter, I know of you this: you have defied the law of earthly gravity -- and defeated it. Will you agree to touch me? To brave the depths? To answer my questions candidly and without prejudice? *]] > I'll be happy to! > No, I can't.

Peter Stamatin: ... What? [[> And then I'll drink with you. So what do you think? Will you answer?]]

Peter Stamatin: ... All right. I will. > Do you believe that it was your blasphemous deeds that caused this pestilence? [[> How did you manage that, Peter? *]]

Peter Stamatin: Wait! ... Why are you asking me? I can see you taking me by the hand, leading me here... a circle of light from a bright lamp.. Stop! I sought oblivion in the green fairy's embrace... I desired you, so that you could give me a chance to forget... and you're reminding me again? You're lying! Who are you? [[> What's wrong with you? Haven't you seen me before? *]] > I'm Clara. The harbinger. I've come for you!

Peter Stamatin: I don't understand! My head is... spinning. Where am I? I thought I was standing at the top of an extremely thin ladder... at a great height... and the force of gravity was so strong that my knees gave way. I was so frightened that I lay prostrate and couldn't climb down... and I heard people laugh at me far below. But I survived... [[> You're all but dead, Peter! Do you understand what this daydream of yours means? *]] > Repent.

Peter Stamatin: I don't know... I'll do what Andrey says... Bring my brother to me... Where are you, brother? You're the only one I trust... I'm surrounded by ghosts, by translucent greenness... maras and chimeras... the double-faced Changeling... only he is real, my support, my bulwark... [[> I'll bring you a word from Andrey. *]] > Why am I double-faced?

Sickly Man: Only green twyrine left. We're out of black, and a shipment marsh is due in the evening. [[> Where's Andrey? *]] > Green's good enough. > What, no smoky or copper either?

Sickly Man: Alexander is conducting mass arrests. Master Andrey has gone into hiding, in case we get raided. And a good call it was too. He was barely gone when patrolmen showed up looking for him. [[> Where is he?]]

Sickly Man: No one knows. I suppose he'll return as soon as Alexander stops hounding him. Then I'll tell him there was a young lady looking for him. [[> I'll talk to Alexander.]]

Alexander Saburov: What are you waiting for? [[> Did you order Andrey Stamatin's arrest? *]] > I'm doing everything I can.

Alexander Saburov: Yes. The scoundrel is almost as dangerous as his brother. [[> Please, let him be for a while. I need to ask him a few questions.]]

Alexander Saburov: So you want him to poke his head out of his hole? [[> Yes.]]

Alexander Saburov: The Inquisitor will arrive soon. It is my duty to restore order before I am removed from power. To fail to do so would be a terrible disgrace. [[> Make an exception for Andrey. He won't escape your retribution, I can vouch for it.]]

Alexander Saburov: All right, but remember: the disease's human avatar must be delivered to me within two days! And if you don't find her, I will hand over the first suitable candidate I come across, so that the town is spared Karminsky's rough justice. The death of that woman will be on your conscience. [[> All right .]]

Andrey Stamatin: Such a tiny little thing... I suppose you're looking for a job here? [[> I've come to talk to you about your brother. He's in danger. *]] > I need infusions, Andrey. Let's trade. > No. > I could just about wash the dishes...

Andrey Stamatin: What? What do you mean, in danger? Now you've truly grabbed my attention! What's happened to him? Let's go, you'll tell me all about it along the way... [[> Your brother holds heretic views... *]] > Andrey, oh Andrey, I know of you this: you're in love with Maria...

Andrey Stamatin: That's very likely. He's a rebel, not a complainer. Since when have we been labelling views as heretic, anyway? [[> It's because of people like him that our town has been stricken by the plague. *]] > Since the town's rulers have declared their allegiance to the ideology of Humility.

Andrey Stamatin: Even if it were really so, what of it? If an injured man burst into your house fleeing from assassins, would you throw him out and at their mercy just so that no harm should come to your house? Why, even if there were a hundred of them and we could only be saved by a miracle -- damn it, I'd grab my dagger and hope for that miracle! [[> Persuade your brother to confess! Concede that the Humble are right, and the pestilence will leave the town! *]] > A miracle, you say? ... No, I wouldn't throw that man out. Goodbye, Andrey. Forgive me for being so faint-hearted.

Andrey Stamatin: What did you say, little pimp? That I should persuade my brother to side with the Humble? Go to hell! Feel free to humbly accept whatever you please -- poverty, powerlessness, ignominy, stupidity, weakness, filth, war -- but we will not! [[> But...]]

Andrey Stamatin: So you're saying we have incured wrath from above with our impudence? Liar! Double, triple liar! I don't know what God you believe in, but I don't think you're even old enough to have a concept of one! And you are either a lying imposter -- or an abominable Changeling, a temptress, a thing from hell, a shabnak-adyr, a maneater, made of dead bones and dirty clay! [[> You heard me! You know the reason! *]] > Don't yell at me, don't call me... that! I'm leaving... I'm leaving!

Andrey Stamatin: Shut up! What do you know about faith? What do you know about religion? You had barely been born and already you got your head full of the ravings of a failed prophetess -- who's writing her hands in desperation and envy as she's watching a new star rise -- and here you are, thinking you can lecture me, even daring to accuse of heresy and a revolt against God! [[> Oh but yes, precisely! *]] > No, I don't dare do anything of the sort... Who am I to talk like that... Goodbye, Andrey!

Andrey Stamatin: And here's what I'll tell you: only a godless apostate and devil-worshipper, which is what you Saburovs are, could dare deny the greatness of God's design! It is nothing like that tower built out of an ambition to topple heaven. It's a different world, you idiot! This tower was not built for the sake of faith or faithlessness. It's something else entirely! [[> What's the tower got to do with it? *]] > There is only one world. You've been living without faith before -- so I'm here to give you a jolt!

Andrey Stamatin: I will not betray my brother's creation, and I will not let you tarnish his name! Get lost! Go to hell. Go back to the earth you came from! [[> Fine then. To hell with you too ! *]] > All right. I'll think about it... Perhaps I even won't go back to him at all.

Peter Stamatin: Drink with me, little one... You are as green as the water in that deep poor. You must be the fairy from this matted bottle... I'll heed you... Drink. [[> I've talked to your brother. *]] > I'll be happy to! > No, I can't.

Peter Stamatin: About what? [[> Don't you remember? About you agreeing to convert to the faith of Humility.]]

Peter Stamatin: My faith? ... Agreeing? Did I agree? How interesting... So what did my brother say? [[> If Katerina is to be believed, it's all your fault! It was your pride that had brought all this upon us. *]] > He said he wouldn't agree to that.

Peter Stamatin: That sounds true enough... [[> Confess.]]

Peter Stamatin: Well... in that case I'd be better off dead. When I reach that conclusion firmly and I'm drunk... or if, God forbid, I sober up and get hit by a horribly clear realization -- I'll do the deed on my own. [[> Perhaps it's for the better. Farewell, Peter.]]

Katerina Saburova: Let go of your doubts, my daughter. All impudence eventually turns to the path of obedience -- the sooner the better. [[> I've talked to Peter... *]] > Yes, of course. > I don't know if that's true...

Katerina Saburova: Oh, the pain... So how did it go? [[> He was on the verge, but then Andrey-- *]] > Do you need morphine?

Katerina Saburova: Nngh... No... So what about him? [[> Andrey ruined everything. He threw me out.]]

Katerina Saburova: You idiot! Unforgivable stupidity! Why talk to Andrey? Maria's paramour, a debauched murderer -- he will not leave us alone anymore. He will begin to guard them now, like a cock guarding his roost! Hmmm... this pain is unbearable, my temples are town apart with hooks... You're useless... more useless by the day! [[> ... What? What did you say? Why hooks? What's the matter with you? *]] > Mother... Why are you like that? What have I done wrong?

Katerina Saburova: I didn't mean to say that... About you... Forgive me... This will pass. It's nothing... Don't listen to me. [[> You need to rest... Sleep, mother.|home]] end day 5

Side Quest: Charon [[Katerina Saburova]] [[Capella|> That's what I'll do then.]] [[Vlad the Lesser|> ... I don't remember doing that.]] [[Katerina|> I understand now! It was she; she stole your soul from me! She's already visited you, didn't she? Didn't she? *]] Side Quest: Little Sister [[Changeling|> I'll try. *]] [[ALBINO|> I know who you're talking about. It's that albino. The creature from the Steppe. *]] Main Quest: Angel of Death [[Alexander|> Here it is. Go ahead and run away when you know I was in the right. *]] [[Yulia|> I'll try.]] [[Bachelor|> I'll go and look for him.]]

Side Quest: The Haruspex Will Sow a Seed of Malice [[Bachelor]] [[Worm|> All right. Give me the weapon. Anything for the Ripper! *]] [[Bachelor|> I don't really know if I should...]] Side Quest: The Bachelor Will Sow a Seed of Malice [[Haruspex|> I could use some. *]] [[MAN|> All right. Give me the vials. *]] [[Burakh? Who's that|> Yes, it takes all sorts. Goodbye.]] Main Quest: Vengeance [[Executor|> Thank you. You're not as bad as I thought either. *]] [[Inquisitor|> I have nothing to be afraid of. *]] [[Alexander|> All right. I'll do as you say...]] [[Bachelor|> I'll find him.]] [[Haruspex|> Well, here's hoping he's still alive.]] [[Alexander|I see. No further questions.]] [[Katerina|> ... I will tell the Inquisitor of all that I've heard here.]] [[Maria|> I'll ask her.]] [[Capella|> I'll do just that.]] [[Katerina|> She won't make that mistake. I can vouch for that.]] [[Inquistor|> I'll tell the Inquisitor of what I've heard here.]] Side Quest: Little Sister [[Changeling|> I'll try. *]]

Katerina Saburova: Today we'll attempt to convert Vlad the Younger; we'll search for allies among the Termites. [[> Whatever you say.]]

Katerina Saburova: I've thought of approaching Victor -- he's a more powerful figure -- but the Utopians are much too fierce. Our escapade yesterday must have infuriated Maria. [[> How do I approach Vlad the Younger?]]

Katerina Saburova: He's a simple person. He doesn't need recommendations or introductions. That said, he is cynical. We need an incentive... He loves money most of all... but he has other weaknesses too. After all, he's not digging that well for the money! I doubt he's looking for treasure there... [[> What am I to do? *]] > I'll talk to him later... I need to rest now.

Katerina Saburova: Ask his sister what he likes besides money; she'll be eager to talk about him. As soon as her light-filled thoughts fly towards him, he will feel Capella's sorrow for him... This will soften him and place him in our hands. [[> That's what I'll do then.]]

Capella: Oh, it's you again? Have you forgotten something? [[> What are you talking about? It's been a while since we last met... *]] > I'm going to drop by often.

Capella: What measure is a while? > Tell me about your brother. [[> What did we talk about? *]]

Capella: You asked if I could hide you away in a safe place. Somewhere you won't be found by your persecutors... So I told you. [[> Ah... So what's the place?]]

Capella: In the Atrium, of course... Are you making fun of me? Is this a joke? [[> I'm not. It's no laughing matter at all... *]] > I want to talk to you. Your elder brother... what kind of a person is he? People say you don't love him.

Capella: Please do not think I'm finding it unpleasant. And even if I did... [[> Let's dispense with the courtesies. Victoria, do you love your brother?]]

Capella: I do love him very much! And he loves me. We have a great affection for each other. [[> Why do they say then that you two don't talk to each other? And haven't seen each other for a year?]]

Capella: All he ever thinks of is money. Well, money and Steppe lore. He's crazy about it... But even that doesn't make him a good conversationalist. [[> Steppe lore?]]

Capella: Yes. The legends and myths. The rites and traditions. By the way, he asked for a book of fairytales; my kids have copied one for him. But you are a Steppe lore creature yourself, it would seem? [[> That's a lie. You know how good I am... *]] > Yes. I think he'll be glad to see me...

Capella: I do, generally... But we don't know what to think anymore... You've just talked of such dreadful things... [[> When?]]

Capella: Stop making fun of me! You were just here and left five minutes ago! What's wrong with you? [[> ... I don't remember doing that.]]

Vlad the Younger: Come closer. I'm not afraid of you. [[> I can see you're in low spirits... *]] > Who do you think I am? I'm so tired of these lies... > I'm not afraid of you either.

Vlad the Younger: I'm burdened by a heavy sin, my dear child. Just a day ago, I was waiting for you to come. I wanted to open my heart to you. If you were truly a saint, you'd be hearing my confession now. But it turns out you've tricked everyone... The holy healer has reveled her demonic grin... [[> Capella has asked me to bring you your old book of fairytales. *]] > But that's not true!

Vlad the Younger: Let me see. No, that's not our book of fairytales... This one has some that weren't included in the Tale of the Sons, and not even in the Ughun. My sister had them copied by hand... Apparently these things have never been written down before. Thank you. Just a little while ago a present like this would've made me very happy. [[> And now?]]

Vlad the Younger: And now it's reminding me that there's probably no use trying to get to the bottom of things that people aren't meant to know. I'm even wondering if I haven't incurred the earth's wrath by inflicting such a wound on it... I guess I'll surrender to the Worms at the Termitary. That's the thing to do. [[> What for? *]] > Wait... What are you doing? Don't!

Vlad the Younger: It will be a symbolic death. Tomorrow the Inquisitor will re-open the Termitary and find out who and when have the order to board it up. No, I've made up my mind! I won't wait until I'm dragged out by the ear; I'm going to surrender voluntarily to those I subjected to such tortures and executions. > ... Good grief! What's going on? Seems like I'm lagging behind the events... [[> I understand now! It was she; she stole your soul from me! She's already visited you, didn't she? Didn't she? *]]

Katerina Saburova: My dear girl... [[> I think I've made a mistake. Vlad the Younger is desperate... *]] > Don't worry.

Katerina Saburova: To hell with him... He no longer matters... You do know what's happened, don't you? We have less than twenty-four hours to avoid execution. The rulers will be the first who the Inquisitor calls to account. > It was meant to happen... [[> For what? *]]

Katerina Saburova: We assumed responsibility for the town at an inopportune time... We'll see. Perhaps the Inquisitor will handle it better... Meanwhile, think about ways to reach a compromise with him... Maybe you'll be able to explain to him that our intentions have been entirely good. [[> I'll try. *]] > I don't think I'll manage to do that.

(it is the same each time) Changeling: Being here is such a torment... this place is cold, gloomy, full of pain, and worst of all, devoid of the slightest warmth or comfort... How can anyone be made to suffer this for so long? Why did you do this to us? Why don't you just resolve everything already, so we could be out of here? [[> ... Who are you? *]] > So I've found you at last... sister!

Changeling: I must be dreaming this... No, I'm not. So you're real? [[> I'm a real person all right. The real person. *]] > I'm the one dreaming you... sister. You can't exist! Do you understand that?

Changeling: Then we should part ways quickly before something bad happens... Except I don't want to let you go! Even though I'm afraid to touch you -- I feel sorry for you... and hence I love you, my dear sister -- maybe more than any living being on this earth! [[> I love you too! *]] > And I hate you!

Changeling: You're so sweet; such eyes... They're not like mine at all. [[> You need to leave at once! See, the whole place is infected! *]] > And I've been missing you so much... > Our hands don't look the same either...

Changeling: You know as well as I do that the infection won't do anything to me. I can't go anywhere now -- I'm now hated by those who used to love me. They torture me; they burn me and hurl stones at me... I have to hide... [[> Why is it that any place you visit becomes infected? *]] > Go away regardless. I'm asking kindly. > See, everything's already dead in here. While elsewhere there are people waiting for you.

Changeling: Oh, how is that my fault? I come here because I need a place to hide from those who are out there hunting me. They've got fire and steel, their henchmen are ferocious -- and what do I have to stave them off with? Only this... They're too scared to get closer... Those who've remained faithful to me can't do anything to protect me. > Go away. [[> Who are those faithful? *]]

Changeling: Simple folk; commoners, outcasts, non-Bounds. But they've been unafraid of him who's been my only friend all this time, him who's taken the blow for me. They're taking care of him -- of this absurd and impossible creature, a living thing made of dead matter. They didn't turn him into a scapegoat for all their sins and murders! [[> I know who you're talking about. It's that albino. The creature from the Steppe. *]] > It's a shabnak-adyr, moulded from bones and clay!

Albino: We have been waiting for you... harbinger... We believe you... As do many others... I'll get the rest... > Yes. I am the harbinger. [[> You have been waiting for the Changeling! She is not the one whom you want to serve! Go away from here and never give her shelter! *]] > What are you...? I keep trying to remember... You are like that for a reason!

Albino: ... How do you know who we want to serve...? How are you now a Changeling...? > I am the true Clara. [[> An evil demon is hunting my sister -- he's sending the pest after her! If you offer her shelter, the disease will be here tomorrow. *]]

Albino: We are not afraid. > Go away from here! Or else I -- the real me -- will lay a curse on you. [[> By the power granted to me from above I tell you this: go. You don't need the harbinger. *]]

Albino: Show us your miracle... Then we'll believe you... and tell the others about who you really are... And they will believe in you too... [[> Here it is. Go ahead and run away when you know I was in the right. *]] > No... I'm afraid to. It will drain too much of my power. I think I may even die. [[End Little Sister Quest||home]]

Alexander Saburov: Clara, have you heard what happened at the Cathedral? [[> No... What?]]

Alexander Saburov: People who'd been in the streets and faced the threat of infection were being sheltered at the Cathedral, per the Bachelor's orders. He had something in between a shelter and an isolation ward set up there. Last night, a disease carrier infiltrated it and infected the entire crowd with Sand Plague. [[> That's horrible! Are they all dead?]]

Alexander Saburov: Yes. Almost four hundred people. And I have no doubt that the real culprit behind out present calamity is going to meet her end today. [[> Who could it be?]]

Alexander Saburov: I'm positive that a certain Yulia Lyuricheva is the perpetrator. Items belonging to her have been found at the Cathedral. Waste no time -- or she will escape the reckoning. Expose that warlock! Or else somebody will warn her... or accuse someone else. Yes? [[> ... Will you and Katerina love me as before? Will you not give up on me if they ask for my head?]]

Alexander Saburov: Who would ever demand that from us? I am the governor. The Kains are devastated by the loss of Simon. And I've just found out that the Olgimskys are equally devastated. The Termitary affair has come to light in view of the Inquisitor's arrival tomorrow. You are our heiress. You will carry on when we are no more. > Who could tell me how to approach Yulia? [[> Who are the Inquisitors? *]]

Alexander Saburov: Ah... you don't know. They are horrible creatures. Government envoys who specialize in unresolvable situations. Intellectuals with a license to put the most perverse plans and arrangements to a practical test -- all for the sake of efficiency. [[> But you're going to stop them from wreaking havoc, aren't you?]]

Alexander Saburov: The worst thing is that they enjoy an unrestricted mandate. Stopping an Inquisitor is as impossible as stopping a ghost -- or time. If they want something done, they will do it. [[> But how can I get closer to that Yulia? She's clever and, I think, has an iron peg for a heart... There's no hook with which to catch her.]]

Alexander Saburov: She is fond of Eva. And Eva, it seems, is fond of her. Try talking to Eva. [[> I'll try.]]

Yulia Lyuricheva: Yet again I am graced by your visit. A genuinely fortunate occasion. [[> Yulia, what happened at the Cathedral? *]] > Yes, it is fortunate... > Not as fortunate as you think.

Yulia Lyuricheva: Wait a minute... Is the cigarette smoke bothering you? Shall I open the window? Let is talk, Clara, let is discuss fateful invariability. Where laws of nature are concerned, Clara, you are a salient exception. But what does it suggest? > Who was at the Cathedral? [[> I don't know... What does it suggest? *]]

Yulia Lyuricheva: Do you really have to ask? The item they found at the Cathedral was my present to you. There are people who saw me give it to you, they will testify if need be. [[> I never took it! *]] > What? I've never even seen you before!

Yulia Lyuricheva: Oh but you did. Who else could it be... [[> It wasn't me! I've never visited you before...]]

Yulia Lyuricheva: Tell your stories to someone else, my dear, I am impervious to your chicanery. I won't surrender you to the Inquisitor, although you shouldn't go back to the Saburovs if you know what's good for you. You were proven guilty and they have used your head as a guarantee to stay their own execution. It would appear the Powers That be didn't value their accomplishments too highly. > The Saburovs have adopted me! They wouldn't believe such an absurd lie! [[> What? Who used my head as a guarantee? *]]

Yulia Lyuricheva: The Bachelor paid a visit to Alexander. He made an offer that Saburov simply could not refuse. Well, they still have some affection for you; so I don't think they are going to have you arrested. However, you will no longer find shelter with them. Where will you stay? You can rest your head in my place, if you agree to humour me with a heartfelt confession. [[> Confession? I don't know anything about myself either. *]] > What does the Bachelor want?

Yulia Lyuricheva: That's beyond question. Why else would I be so interested? [[> All the evil deeds that I have been accused of... were committed by my sister.]]

Yulia Lyuricheva: Is that so? Who took my comb then; the one that was found in the Cathedral? Who took Lara's shawl and Anna's jewelry? Who plead guilty to Alexander the day before? > That was all her! [[> Yulia! People love me... I've done them so much good... I've even been called a saint... *]]

Yulia Lyuricheva: You? A saint? What kind of imbecile would call you that? Is there even a God that you believe in? You are a changeling, and your sainthood is the lamest kind of mimetic apery. You remind me of Anna Angel at times. She is utterly ludicrous, I grant you, a grimacing imp, if you will. You are a bit more serious than that. [[> What are you saying? What are you even talking about?]]

Yulia Lyuricheva: The Bachelor is an astute, perspicacious man. It is only a matter of time before he figures out which line of enquiry is most feasible. Before then, you could tell me... where does your sister stand in relation to you? How did she come to be? I doubt your inelegant fabrications were enough to bring her to life. [[> But what am I to do?]]

Yulia Lyuricheva: Depends on who is asking. If you are innocent, you should seek out the Bachelor before he finds you himself. Speaking of which, a corpse was found yesterday... with its heart removed. A ghastly crime indeed, but the Bachelor... he figured out an absolutely scintillating way to use it to serve his own ends. He compares the blood he took from the corpse to the other blood specimens he has collected. So, if you are guilty, you may rest assured that this is all going to end soon. If the guard were following you, they will be here any minute. [[> I'll go and look for him.]]

Bachelor: Here -- she -- comes! Got anthing to say in your defence? And anyway -- who are you? [[> I am a miracle worker. *]] > I am the plague. Beware of me. Don't touch me!

Katerina Saburova: It's time to address the younger generation of the fuedals. [[> What will you ask of me today?]]

Bachelor: I believe that. I'll introduce you to the Inquisitor tomorrow. Let her deal with you. You'll stay at Eva's place for the night. Under my surveillance. I suppose there'll be no objections? > And what about Eva? [[> Check me. Am I really the disease? *]]

Bachelor: No, not you... Oddly enough, I must say. [[> Then let me go.]]

Bachelor: Do you really think I'd let you go? I'll search myself, while you stay here under lock and key. [[> Looks like I have no other options...|home]] end of day 6 (grounded)

Bachelor: Fancy running into you here! That's lucky. You did come here out of compassion, right? Do me a favour and run a little errand for me. I'll pay you most generously. [[> What errand? *]] > Compassion? Not really. In fact, I was looking for you.

Bachelor: You see, there was an... accident yesterday. A most esteemed gatherer -- one of those half-human freaks, you know -- lost his pretty young wife... to the deftness of our good friend the Haruspex. > How tragic! [[> A twyrine bride? *]]

Bachelor: Yes. I promised to compensate the gatherer for his loss, as I feel I had been partly to blame. I was meaning to send him some money, but then the inconsolate widower asked for a weapon. If you give this to him, you'll get precisely the sum I would've given him. [[> Is that how one gets rid of competition around here now? *]] > Give it to him yourself -- I'm not your courier!

Bachelor: Nonsense. Just fulfilling my moral obligation towards that esteemed... gatherer. So -- will you do it? [[> All right. Give me the weapon. Anything for the Ripper! *]] > I have to think it over. I don't like the way you're grinning as you wax poetic about moral obligations...

Worm: Boddho's vein is getting colder. Mother Suok is covering us with her skin. [[> The Bachelor asked me to give this to you. You did want a weapon, right? *]] > Don't despair. Your wife sheds starry tears over you from the sky every night. > Flesh devours flesh. Pray, Worm.

Worm: Ay. Dunno how to fire it, but it'll be useful anyhow. > Yes! And may every bullet hit its mark! [[> Press the barrel tight against your stomach. Then pull here. *]]

Worm: Thank you! Have some blades. Good tight blades they are, see those gnarly white roots, them's the proper stuff. Make yourself some twyrine. Sweet. Thick. Smoky. [[> I don't really know if I should...]]

Bachelor: So you did wiggle your way out of it, didn't you? [[> Well, I've given the weapon to that bogey. *]] > That's one way to state the obvious. > It's not over yet.

Bachelor: Good! Fortunate in every respect. That weapon keeps jamming anyway, and it's next to impossible to fire it and hit anything. So I suppose everyone will be contented in the end. What did he say? [[> Something phlegmy.]]

Bachelor: Are you sure it was the right gatherer? Their faces are so alike... if you can call them faces. Fronts of their heads. [[> It was the one. No mistake.]]

Bachelor: All right. Do you need money? [[> I could use some. *]] > No! I need nothing from you, demon.

Haruspex: Ah! Help me out, will you, Clara? [[> I'll probably have to, one way or another... *]] > What is it again?

Haruspex: I've promised to help a certain poor family. They have me shelter once. Now I want to correct at least some of the wrongs inflicted upon them bu the Bachelor. [[> What? The Bachelor wronged them?]]

Haruspex: Does it sound crazy to you? Why on earth? It shouldn't. After the raid, he had promised to get their father out of jail. But I suppose he then had more important business to attend to. The man died in custody along with dozens of other innocents. [[> And how are you planning to help them? *]] > How wicked!

Haruspex: Give them these five vials, will you? They're an extract of... well, you don't need to know. You see, I can't leave this place. I think I now have a chance to create my panacea before the day ends... [[> Where do these people live?]]

Haruspex: I don't know. But they were supposed to come to my cellar. They're probably waiting for me there right now. [[> All right. Give me the vials. *]] > Oh no... Insist all you like, I'm not going there.

Man: I've heard all manner of things about you... [[> I've been sent by Burakh. *]] > No surprise there. > Stay away from me, you slob!

Man: Who's that? [[> Don't you know... The Haruspex. *]] > A man covered head to toe in blood.

Man: Ah! I see. What did he say? It doesn't work out? [[> He asked me to give you these vials. *]] > That's exactly what he said. "It doesn't work out..." In short, he betrayed you.

Man: So there are still honest people... Not everything is lost in this world, then. [[> Yes, it takes all sorts. Goodbye.]]

Haruspex: There's still hope. We're not giving up yet. [[> I've given them the vials. *]] > There is no hope, Burakh. Just dead earth and cold ashes. > Of course! At least we don't have to be enemies over this, do we?

Haruspex: So this man... is he alive and well? [[> They thanked you. Called you a benefactor. *]] > Alive today, gone tomorrow... You'll run out of those flasks before you know it.

Haruspex: At first I thought you were an evil spirit. And you, it turns out, really go around helping people... Here, take this. It's for you. [[> Thank you. You're not as bad as I thought either. *]] > You're the evil spirit! You may look human, but I know what you really are -- a demon! A possessed demon! You're being controlled by something different, from the other side! Goodbye.

Executor: You again? [[> I need to see the Inquisitor.]]

Executor: So you've escaped? Don't tell me they let you walk... The orders were to hang you by the neck until dead. [[> What? Who are you talking about?]]

Executor: Weren't you trying to get to the Inquisitor just now? I suppose that didn't turn out well in the slightest. You weren't even allowed to present yourself to her gracious ladyship. Be thankful there's no armed guard around the Cathedral right now. They ran off for a moment... to escort you to the gallows. > What was I arrested for? [[> That wasn't me. *]]

Executor: Yeah, I'm prepared to believe that now. But who was it then? [[> I need to see the Inquisitor.]]

Executor: Whatever. Stop pestering me. Although... I reckon the Inquisitor wouldn't mind talking to you -- but until you've made your introduction, it's best to remain incognito. [[> You know what? Gice me your costume! *]] > Who would know me, Executor? I barely recognize myself anymore...

Executor: No... There's no way I'm giving you mine. But I can tell you where to find another one like it. When Executors' cloaks become infected, they get dumped next to the large burial pit in Earth. [[> Wait for me.]] (tiniest orderly time)

Executor: You again? > How did you recognize me? > What do you mean? [[> Yes. Me again.]]

Executor: It's simple! No other Executor could approach the Cathedral from that direction at this time. You are the Changeling. But don't you fret, I won't turn you in. [[> Can I see the Inquisitor now?]]

Executor: The Inquisitor is conducting an interrogation right now. Torturing the Kain elders. Come after noon. We'll see what comes out of your visit. [[> That won't be a long wait.]]

Executor: Come on, come on in... Aren't you afraid? [[> I have nothing to be afraid of. *]] > A little...

Inquisitor: Bring her in, let me take a closer look at her... Well, I've expected more than this. Much more. You look nothing like a messenger of the Supreme Power. So how can you prove you're a true miracle-worker, and not just an unsightly changeling pretending to be one? [[> My deeds speak for themselves. *]] > Look at me and you shall behold.

Inquisitor: All that your deeds suggest is that you're a dangerous fraud. Is anyone prepared to vouch for you -- other than the Bachelor, who you could easily have swayed? [[> The ones I've cured. *]] > If someone dares to condemn me -- I will bring my witnesses!

Inquisitor: Commoners? And who's going to go around looking for them amid all this chaos? It's certainly beyond my resources. Well then? How do I know you're you? [[> But such things need no proof... *]] > I don't know...

Inquisitor: All right, your word will be enough. Make a statement, then. Enunciate your identity. Who are you? [[> My name is Clara. I am the Miracle-Worker. *]] > I am Clara. I am a barb on the tip of the Spear of Destiny! Beware of me, Inquisitor!

Inquisitor: Poor child... I was all indignation just a moment ago, but I feel only pity now. The things that happen in this land! Another victim of those deceiving bastards... Don't you know miracles are impossible? [[> Who's deveiving me? Do you mean the Saburovs? *]] > Possibly.

Inquisitor: No. The Powers That Be. They deceived you, like they did everyone else. The Saburovs are also victims of their scheming. They, the Saburovs, wanted to use you to strike at the disease carrier. But you shouldn't have killed anyone. No member of the Circle is to blame for the outbreak. The logic of the world is. Such is the Law. > The Powers That Be could not have deceived me. I know what they're really worth. [[> No, no... Somehow I feel it's not what's going to happen to me! I don't want to get my own back on the Powers! I can sense how weak they are... I'm sorry for them. *]]

Inquisitor: Shut up and listen to me. Did they want miracles from you? [[> Yes... Three days ago I received a letter...]]

Inquisitor: Miracles violate the world; they're abusive in nature. When the world was conceived, it was conceived as a coherent whole, without contradictions. Harmony is the main, indeed the only component of any Universe. However ugly a world may be, however unfair it may seen -- it is nonetheless harmonious! [[> Look around you! Or is this what you call harmony? *]] > I don't think so!

Inquisitor: Of course I do! Or do you suppose harmony is the same as beauty, you dim pathetic creature? > I'm not talking about beauty... I'm talking about the miracle of salvation! [[> Why am I pathetic? *]]

Executor: Come in. But don't expect to get off scot-free, Changeling! [[> How did you recognize me? *]] > It's not what I expect at all... > You'll soon be grovelling at my feet, Executor!

Inquisitor: Driven by either compassion or anger, you've had the audacity to tamper crudely with the finest fabric of creation, severing and rebinding threads that aren't for you to sever or rebind, it being the prerogative of a thousandfold greater mind than all of our paltry ones combined! > You... [[> I didn't give myself that prerogative! Or are you already putting me on trial as a thief, to be hanged alongside robbers and looters? *]]

Inquisitor: I'll tell you why you're a thief later. I just need to see you in action first, so that I could finally convince myself. [[> Did the Bachelor inform on me? Did he say that I'm the personification of the disease? But that's not true! *]] > In due time, Inquisitor, I'll be the one judging you. Then you'll see what my kind of justice is like.

Inquisitor: I know, I know, that's your sister. A twin, right? And an identical one. Impossible to tell apart from you. I wonder why I'm not seeing double like the others; why have you come here alone? [[> ... I made the sister up. I never had one. *]] > Alone? I'm not sure of that...

Inquisitor: My oh my... You know what, tell me about your past, girl. Who are your mother and your father, where are you from? What did you do before you came here? Who saw you on your way? [[> ... I can't. I don't know who's acting under my gise right now. I can only feel their hands.]]

Inquisitor: ... So you won't tell? Then I will. You are insane, my child. Deranged. You have a split personality disorder. Schizophrenia, perhaps. What you think of as reality is sometimes replaced by an illusion, to reappear in its true vivid fullness later. A nice version, isn't it? An all-round nice one! The only thing it can't explain is your still being alive... [[> ... So what am I to do?]]

Inquisitor: I'll make up my mind by this evening, and that's if I like you. For now, you'll do what I tell you to. I'd like to see you alter the fabric of creation -- or more exactly, I'd like to convince myself that you can do nothing of the sort; that you're a mere changeling rather than someone who incites the change. [[> ... What does that mean?]]

Inquisitor: You'll begin with the Saburovs. Do to them what they made you do to their subjects! Ask them. Find out how guilty they themselves think they are. True culprits are better than others at avoiding taking responsibility. [[> Yes, we have things to talk about... *]] > I won't! They're my mother and father...

Inquisitor: And mind you, I need you here with a report before the end of today! Or else I'll kill you. [[> What have I ever done to you?]]

Inquisitor: I've been sent here to smother the disease and reinstate the Law. Plague or miracle-worker, in my eyes you're a menace either way. I won't go soft on you. Remember, I'm keeping you on a long leash. [[> All right. I'll do as you say...]]

Alexander Saburov: My reign has been a brief one... [[> I've come to you as an envoy of the Inquisitor. *]] > One can both gain everything and lose everything in an instant.

Alexander Saburov: Well... That is entirely lawful. What does the Inquisitor want from me? [[> She's ordered me to question you the way I used to question others upon your orders. I'll ask you my way... and you will give answers.]]

Alexander Saburov: All right. Let's do it your way. But before I sign my own death warrant, I'd like you to find out a certain thing that greatly intrigues me... It won't save me -- but perhaps it will help towards a better understanding of my motives. [[> What is it?]]

Alexander Saburov: I believe the town has been doomed from the outset. And if I'm right, there is at least a degree to which our actions could be justified. So here goes: I anticipate that some very powerful people share my views. Find out one last thing for me: by whom, and with what instructions, were the three envoys sent here. The Bachelor, the Inquisitor, and the Commander. [[> The... Commander? *]] > Why?

Alexander Saburov: Didn't you know? The army is on its way here. They will arrive in a few days. I presume that their commanding officer is under orders to assess whether a total annihilation of our town is in order. [[> So the army will level the town?]]

Alexander Saburov: It is clear at this point that all three emissaries are detroyers. Not one of them is even considering the option of preservation and future creative development. Find out, then, what orders these destroyers have been given. I am interested in knowing who instructed these destroyers, and with what rationale. [[> Why do you need to know that?]]

Alexander Saburov: Don't you understand? I can die with a clear conscience if I know that those pulling the strings also believed the town to be doomed. Otherwise, I'll go mad. Find that out for me, my child! Then I'll tell you everything, and make you my heiress even as you condemn me to death. [[> All right. I'll find out.]]

Alexander Saburov: The Bachelor won't be at home. He's searching for undercover agents -- another thought-provoking detail, by the way -- he's searching for undercover agents of the Powers That Be to turn over to the Inquisitor for execution. They've been hiding behind Executors' masks. [[> I'll find him.]]

Bachelor: So you did wiggle your way out of it, didn't you? [[> I need to ask you an intimate question. Be honest; I'll find out eventually anyway. I'd just rather hear it from you. *]] > Is this what you wanted? > That's one way to state the obvios. > It's not over yet.

Bachelor: If that was supposed to frighten me -- it didn't. It's not like you're ever going to think anything good of me, no matter what you hear and from whom. Listen up, plague girl. A matter of utmost important is about to go to the dogs. This is why I'll trade my frankness for an Executor's mask. [[> One of these?]]

Bachelor: The very thing. Are you surprised? [[> Not in the slightest. It will fit you very well. *]] > A little. Never thought they would be in such demand now.

Bachelor: So you wanted to ask about something sensitive? [[Tell me what led to your being sent here.]]

Bachelor: Ah, I'm making no secret of that now! I can barely stop myself from grabbing passers-by by their collars and torturing them with my terrible tale! [[> Do you think the Powers That Be knew all along that the town was doomed? *]] > What do you think this Inquisitor really wants? What's her objective here?

Bachelor: No! The Powers That Be are anxious to save the town; that's what matters to them, even though they've sent me on this blasphemous mission couched in charitable rhetoric! But I'm going to make them sorry for being so Jesuit about it! Especially with Aglaya insisting the town can't be saved. [[> Indeed? Why not?]]

Bachelor: This town is a most unfortunate synthesis of irreconcilable opposites. They're gnawing at each other, coupled forcibly by an extraneous will like two of the same pole of a magnet. Spirit can't be contained by everyday-life matter. The town may have nurtured a miracle into existence, but it must be released now. And here, as you can see... Aglaya is right! [[> And what are her instructions?]]

Bachelor: I don't know. But I can give you a tip. She's been surprisingly forthright with the Haruspex. Ask him; perhaps he'll share her confessions with you. I don't suppose the feelings have been mutual. > And where is the Haruspex now? [[> So now we're talking feelings? Interesting! How did that happen? *]]

Bachelor: It was during the interrogation. She declared that he was no more than a pawn and an instrument of her retribution. But Burakh's manner was so dignified that she was touched. He impressed her so much with his adamancy that nothing came of the interrogation in the end. The roles were almost reversed. [[> What, you were there when she interrogated the Haruspex?]]

Bachelor: I met him an hour ago; he was on his way to the Termitary, specifically to its "short block." [[> Well, here's hoping he's still alive.]]

Haruspex: There's still hope. We're not giving up yet. [[> I need to talk to you. *]] > Try it on. I hope it's not too tight. > There is no hope, Burakh. Just dead earth and cold ashes. > Of course! At least we don't have to be enemies over this, do we?

Haruspex: Wait! Time enough. Tell me, the Executors do have free passage to the closed districts, don't they? [[> Do you need an Executors' cloak?]]

Haruspex: How did you know? [[> I just did... Take it. And now answer my questions.]]

Haruspex: What did you want to ask me? [[> Look at me. What did the Inquisitor tell you?]]

Haruspex: You and your questions... I can't just go and reveal other people's secrets. Especially not to you. [[> I'm only interested in one thing. Those who sent her, what do they want?]]

Haruspex: Ah... Well, there's an underhanded game going on there. The Powers That Be are playing everyonee at once. Killing several birds with one stone. For every single thing that misfires, they have a backup plan. They turn every failure to their advantage. This woman is one of those stones. It doesn't matter what the stone hits. Those are just her suspicions, though. I might even say her epiphanies... [[> So Aglaya Lilich was a stone they threw right at the town? *]] > So she had that epiphany in your presence...

Haruspex: The Powers That Be gave her hypocritical orders. They need this town with all the wards that have grown upon it. They're interested precisely in this living mutant. But to preserve all of it is a task as amoral as it is impossible. Which is why they're disguising this objective as something else. In short, they utter one command and imply another. [[> And why is preserving the town amoral and impossible?]]

Haruspex: Not the town. The town proper ought to be saved all right, But in their parlance, "the town" means the entire order of things. This pump that sucks half-humans out of the ground, who then feed children to that horrible tower over there. The envoy thinks this system is doomed. Hence the ongoing disaster. [[> And so the Inquisitor's going to defy her orders and cut into the town's living flesh? *]] > Did you like her? An elegant woman, isn't she? And interesting...

Haruspex: Seems like it... sort of. But I'm not entitled to an opinion here. [[> And what about the Commander? Did she talk about him?]]

Haruspex: What Commander? Commander who? [[I see. No further questions.]]

Alexander Saburov: My reign has been a brief one... [[> I've fulfilled your request. *]] > One can both gain everything and lose everything in an instant.

Alexander Saburov: I don't need to be retold what others had to say. I'd like to hear it in your own words. Well? > The town is doomed, father. It's been doomed since the very beginning. [[> The envoys have turned into destroyers against the will of those that sent them here. The Powers That Be only want one thing, and that's to preserve the town at any cost. *]]

Alexander Saburov: ... Which means that I am beyond forgiveness. [[> Do you love your town, father? *]] > Have I fulfilled your task, father?

Alexander Saburov: Its development was gradual. That is the key to all that has happened. Each new addition grew out of the one before it, like branches on a tree. The fruit was too heavy; it broke the tree. [[> The Inquisitor is convinced that it's unnatural.]]

Alexander Saburov: An unnatural town? And yet it embodies the entirety of the logic of human Existence! Its animality evolved into its humanity, and its humanity gave birth to its superhumanness. A desire for miracles, an endeavour to achieve the impossible... are inherent to humans. However ugly the particular form they might take. Who can dare deprive humans of a dream? [[> Have I answered your question, father? *]] > Oh... So you have your doubts?

Alexander Saburov: Yes. Spare me your formulas. I will answer your questions candidly and without prejudice. Everything is seemingly self-evident anyway. War crimes and crimes against the state are the only kinds of crime that warrant the death penalty without the need to worry about a possible judicial error. [[> Why do you blame yourself for what's happened here?]]

Alexander Saburov: If anyone is to blame for it all turning out this way, it's me. The ruler is always responsible for the suffering of the populace. I bear no blame for the outbreak of the epidemic -- but the blame for the devastation it has wrought upon out town is mine and mine alone. [[> A force like that is impossible to oppose. *]] > True. You are beyond forgiveness.

Alexander Saburov: You may convict me now and hand me over to the Inquisitor. Katerina and I took council last night. We had foreseen this outcome. Yet my wife believes that you'll gain much more if you keep us alive for now. You will soon need people who are prepared to die. > Wh -- what?! [[> I know. *]]

Alexander Saburov: Have you talked to Katerina yet? Talk to her. She still bears you no ill-will. And now her goodwill is no longer muddled with considerations of either power or duty. We are both prepared to die. And another thing: the Rod is open to you just as before. Goodbye. [[> ... I will tell the Inquisitor of all that I've heard here.]]

Katerina Saburova: Ah, it's you, daughter dear... [[> What are you going to tell me now? *]] > Aren't you forgetting something? It seems that you have no memory of yesterday. Must be the morphine...

Katerina Saburova: Have you talked to the Inquisitor? I've heard she cleared you of all charges... [[> Yes. For some reason, it didn't take her long to stop doubting my innocence.]] > No. She said time would show whether my persecution had been justified.

Katerina Saburova: Well... The tide has turned. The Saburovs have been stripped of power. When one falls from a great height, one cannot but fall to one's death... We have been given very little time to... transfer our power. Both the Power of the Sword and the Power of the Spirit. [[> What now?]]

Katerina Saburova: Now... you will be my envoy to Maria Kaina. Tell Maria that I'm abdicating from my throne as a Mistress and bequeathing my position to another. Find out from her what Simon is saying about my successor as the Mistress of the Humble... She will not dare lie. [[> Maria? She'll tear me to pieces!]]

Katerina Saburova: She will not dare... She'll know who I'm referring to. She has been studying you from afar for a long time now. An act like that would shake the foundations of our little cosmos... The balance between the three nodes must be maintained... She won't dare upset it. [[> But who was the Saburov Mistress before you?]]

Katerina Saburova: There was one... Don't ask for her name. Go now! Don't you dare hesitate... This is an issue I cannot resolve on my own. Fear nothing. [[> I'll ask her.]]

Maria Kaina: Yes? What is it? [[> Katerina has asked me to tell you that she's abdicating from her throne as a Mistress. *]] > Nothing.

Maria Kaina: Is she? That has long been overdue. An event like this means the Inqisitor's arrival was worth the wait indeed... In whose favour? > Certainly not yours, Maria! [[> Katerina wants to know what Simon is saying about it. *]]

Maria Kaina: You're a funny girl... He doesn't exactly appear before me in the mirror, you know! It's only in scary tales that spirits talk in hollow voices from under the ground. But here's the good news for you: Simon really can testify... about the Mistress of the Humble. [[> How ?]]

Maria Kaina: Just like that... You see, it's strange that Simon is still alive. Diffused, as it were, within the town itself. We can feel his presence. He claims it's you who are making this possible. [[> How can he, if he doesn't speak?]]

Maria Kaina: We're all busy thinking now how to reassemble his spirit, particle by particle, and saturate it with life. Then he'll say more. Off you go, girl -- we won't hurt you anymore, what with Aglaya's orders too... [[> I'll soon start speaking to you as an equal. *]] > I'll make you answer for everything when the time is ripe.

Maria Kaina: Don't celebrate just yet. This town has another Mistress in the making. She may be a mere tot now, but I'm already more inclined to reckon with her than with you! Ask Capella the same thing you asked me. Ask her who Victoria wants to see replace Katerina. [[> I'll do just that.]]

Capella: Even your eyes keep changing colours... [[> Tell me, you do speak with your mother, don't you? Maria is asking who Victoria would like to see as... the new Mistress. *]] > Whatever the colour, they still see that you don't trust me...

Capella: No. I do not speak with her. My powers aren't strong enough for that yet. But mother talks to me sometimes. [[> Has she ever spoken of the future Mistress of the Humble? Of the Mistress of the Earth?]]

Capella: No. But mom did hint that owing to you, Simon survives and is regaining life. Do you hear me? This means Katerina must name you as her successor. Is she relinquishing power? [[> She is. *]] > ... You've pierced me right to the heart! Is that really so?

Capella: At any rate, nothing is going to happen while Katerina is alive. It's not a throne. One cannot sign away the spirit to someone else... But it probably won't be long... Let's just hope that she doesn't get you mixed up and accidentally hand her lyre over to your Dark Sister... [[> She won't make that mistake. I can vouch for that.]]

Katerina Saburova: What are they saying? [[> They said they'd recognize my power -- but not my sister's. *]] > They won't acknowledge my power, but they will acknowledge my sister's. It's her that they will accept as Mistress of the Humble.

Katerina Saburova: Well... So be it. Is there something you wanted to ask me? [[> Tell me, Katerina -- was it of your own volition that you, the Saburovs, abetted this terrible pestilence? *]] > Katerina, I know of you --

Katerina Saburova: There is nothing to tell. Everything is clear. I never had the power. I am not a true Mistress. I lied... but not for gain. Merely because I wanted so much to be like them. No... wishing for a miracle is not enough to become a miracle-worker... Thank goodness you aren't my natural daughter. [[> It's not your fault... *]] > Well then. It's your fault!

Katerina Saburova: It is... I know it for sure now. I lied... and was lied to. This Rat Prophet, the creature from my dreams, was the spawn of my lies. So there, I have betrayed everyone's trust. I must go. [[> What can I say... *]] > No, that will not be!

Katerina Saburova: I'll tell you just one thing... trust me on it if you can trust me at all anymore. Leave me and my husband alive for a while; we won't last long anyway. We'll be useful to you in the end. [[> How?]]

Katerina Saburova: You're going to need a Bound following... people whose entire inner nature, whose blood, cells, hearts, and livers will acknowledge that they've lived a bad, sinful life, and that only with an act of sacrifice will they be able to atone for the evil they have committed. > I don't need that at all! [[> Why? *]]

Katerina Saburova: I believe in you. Saving people is your calling. Yes, you've been a bringer of death... But isn't it true that sometimes to save is to release? For this world, healing is death. Such is the logic of the Law. The disease is treating the sore upon the world. You are a Mistress. Have no doubt of that. Rule wisely. And farewell. [[> I'll tell the Inquisitor of what I've heard here.]]

Inquisitor: What an extraordinary girl... [[> So you're representing the Law? Then I'd like to ask you a question which has been weighing on my mind for days. *]] > I've fulfilled the task you gave me. > Do you know who the Powers That Be are? > Why do you have so little regard for the Saburovs? > I have proof that I'm not who I've been mistaken for! I've performed a miracle. > Don't make fun of me...

Inquisitor: Go ahead and ask. As you can see, I'm being very nice to you for now. Not merely satisfying your curiosity, but going as far as to try and preempt it. [[> Why am I being hounded as a thief? What does it mean? *]] > You're in a good mood. Is it on account of your previous visitor?

Inquisitor: It means that this is your nature. It means that this is your preordainment. As to what exactly it is that you've stolen... that's just the question I'm trying to find the answer to. What kind of a theft can possibly upturn the very foundations of existence? It's no wonder that the Law is after you. You are a great criminal indeed. [[> ... Is that why my Bound are, by and large, criminals?]]

Inquisitor: Your bound are no mere criminals; they're wicked to a rare degree. That is because they've broken the Law. They are to blame for all the evil that has flooded thr world. > But is anyone who breaks it necessarily a monster and a fiend? I'm talking about myself here! [[> Isn't it too cruel to blame a handful of people for all the evil in existence? *]]

Inquisitor: We're inherently evil, Clara. Evil is what defines human nature. An attempt as self-discovery is a provocation. Don't make the mistake that your doomed counterparts are making now. Stand down. [[> The Bachelor and the Haruspex? How are they my counterparts? *]] > That will not be. I haven't fulfilled my calling yet. And I won't leave until I've fulfilled it -- even if it's evil.

Inquisitor: Yes, they're hopeless. The issue is moot in their case. They never had an alternative -- having never reached that degree of complexity. While you've had the misfortune to reach it, and that is your curse. Stand down before it's too late. What they can be forgiven for, you can't be. [[> No! I won't leave. I'm staying. *]] > So this is a trap? All right, I'll think it over...

Inquisitor: You still have time. I'm going to use you in my experiments. You see, I know who we all really are -- while some, including your counterparts, don't know yet... I'm going to watch you tread the same path. And if I'm guessing correctly, and you really have those abilities... this place won't forgive you for it. And neither will I. [[> Well, be my guest... *]] > They're not my counterparts. They are homunculi, demons, notwithstanding their human shape. Don't equate me with them! I'm not afraid.

Inquisitor: What an extraordinary girl... > I've fulfilled the task you gave me. > Do you know who the Powers That Be are? > Why do you have so little regard for the Saburovs? [[> I have proof that I'm not who I've been mistaken for! I've performed a miracle. *]] > Don't make fun of me...

Inquisitor: What miracle have you performed? [[> Yesterday I cleaned the Atrium district -- the one that borders on the Cathedral! Go and see for yourself. *]] > Today I banished the disease from the Spleen district. You can check -- it will be clean tomorrow!

Inquisitor: Hm... That could be a simple coincidence. [[> So you still don't believe me?]]

Inquisitor: This information needs to be thoroughly checked. If it indeed the way you describe itm and you're capable of cleansing districts one at a time... I suppose I might even reward you for such feats. [[> Test me! You'ree see that I'm telling the truth. *]] > I don't need rewards... I won't cleanse anything from now on -- just to make you sorry for not believing me!

Inquisitor: What an extraordinary girl... > I've fulfilled the task you gave me. > Do you know who the Powers That Be are? [[> Why do you have so little regard for the Saburovs? *]] > Don't make fun of me...

Inquisitor: Because I don't like presumtuous fools. Human lives are valuable to me. To this day, I've been paying for my kind-heartedness. [[> You shouldn't blame them... They did what they believed to be their duty. *]] > And I don't like cowards, liars, and traitors!

Inquisitor: What an extraordinary girl... > I've fulfilled the task you gave me. [[> Do you know who the Powers That Be are? *]] > Don't make fun of me...

Inquisitor: You don't need to know that. The Powers That Be are those who sent me and the Bachelor here -- along with one more queen piece, a proud rider on a fire-breathing steed. He's already near. You'll meet him yet. [[And why did they deceive everyone? *]] > I know already.

Inquisitor: They'd like to preserve this town. In the exact state it's in now. It's critical to them. > Why? [[> Don't they care about the people? *]]

Inquisitor: You see, there are beings who think on a wholly different scale. For them, the country consists of towns and cities, not people. And then there are those for whom the world consists of continents, not towns and cities. But one has to give it to them that this town deserves special treatment. [[> By virtue of what?]]

Inquisitor: Take a look at it. Look at its tight and harmonious blend of every era of humanity. Its reflection of every facet of human existence. Its well-proportioned combination of good and evil: a straight footpath between heaven and hell. [[> That's true of any town. ]]

Inquisitor: A smart observation -- and yet this town manifests it particularly vividly. So vividly that, for all its provincial ugliness, it can aspire to become a magical model of the universe. It's destined to become a warning. A pretend-play rehearsal of our eventual common fate. > Now I understand... [[> ... Actually, I'm the reason all of this exists. I've fulfilled the task you gave me.]]

Inquisitor: Of course you have. I'll tell you a little secret: there was no way you could have failed at it. [[> How is that possible? *]] > Right. Like there was any doubt about that... The outcome was predetermined -- is that what you're saying?

Inquisitor: My dear child... No matter what you did, I would draw the correct conclusions. No one's taken your freedom away from you. You can refuse if you like; you can attempt to escape. And even if you succeed at it, it won't mean my defeat. All I want is to understand your role in this world. > So what happens now? [[> And what role would that be? *]]

Inquisitor: I'm going to give you three tests. I'm going to send you to the three grimmest loci in this town, the foundations of the three pillars its mystery rests upon. Three symbols, representing the three worlds it's made up of... Your encounters with each of the three will reveal your essence in its fullness. [[> I don't quite understand... *]] > And what if I don't reveal myself? If I just deliberately won't?

Inquisitor: Don't be baffled by the oddness of the tasks I'm giving you. I'm going to watch your behavious. Just act naturally, and I'll observe and draw conclusions. You've already almost completed the first of my tasks. [[> I don't understand... *]] > I see...

Inquisitor: So here's my first question. What's to be done about the Saburovs? The doll-house family that has been audacious enough to think they can rule over a human settlement as it's experiencing its ultimate catastrope? A family whose actions have led to the deaths of several thousand people? > Let them perish. They deserve it. [[> No! Just don't do anything to them. They are so unhappy! And it's not their fault... *|home]] end day 7

Main Quest: The Town; Its Entrails [[Inquisitor]] [[TAYA TYCHEEK|> I'll think of something. *]] [[Sticky|> Let's see what we can come up with here.]] [[Mother Superior|> Oh come on... don't join that chorus.]] [[Foreman Oyun|> Thank you, little Taya.]] [[Aspity|> Alright.]] [[The Foreman of the Abattoir|> No. Not mine! *]] [[Inquistitor|> Now I have heard your answer.]] Side Quest: Tracking Down the Haruspex [[Haruspex|> Now that's a dramatic change of expression if I've ever seen one! *]] [[Inquisitor|> Go away, Burakh. The sooner the better. Remember, I bring good tidings.]] Side Quest: Tracking Down the Bachelor [[Bachelor|> There was no need... *]] [[Maria|> ... I wish she whom I need wouldn't value your life so much. I have special plans for her. Special! Go away, Bachelor.]] Side Quest: Little Sister [[Changeling|> I'll try. *]]

Main Quest: The Town; Its Head [[ Inquisitor]] [[Georgiy Kain|> You are afraid of me, Aglaya, aren't you... That's why you haven't killed me yet. Afraid that if you do, something will be irretrievably broken, right? *]] [[Bachelor|> All right. I'll go.]] [[Haruspex|> This is thrilling news... I don't know what to say.]] [[Georgiy|> Georgiy has pardoned him. *]] [[Victor|> Oh my, that's a lot to reflect on...]] [[Khan|> Thank you. "Fains I"...]] [[Teensy|> It's all right.]] [[Tot|> I think I'm about to go crazy... And I mean it... Literally... *]] [[Inquistor|> Yes, I'd rather be going.]] [[Commander|> Farewell...]] (it is all the same) Side Quest: Tracking Down the Bachelor [[Bachelor|> I just hope it doesn't end in disaster... *]] [[Maria|> I want to warn you. Go away from here, Cold Demon. Someone who wants to kill you will come here soon. *]] Side Quest: Tracking Down the Haruspex [[Haruspex|> Now that's a dramatic change of expression if I've ever seen one! *]] [[Inquisitor|> Go away, Burakh. The sooner the better. Remember, I bring good tidings.]] Side Quest: Little Sister [[Changeling|> I'll try. *]] [[ALBINO|> I know who you're talking about. It's that albino. The creature from the Steppe. *]]

Main Quest: Simon [[Notkin]] [[Bachelor|> I might. *]] [[Maria|> So I'm going to have to go to that horrible place again...]] [[Commander|> They'll never chase up to me!]] [[Young Man|> I can't contract the disease.]] [[Commander|> You won't get a chance to break that promise! Wait for me.]] [[Young Man|> He'll take my word for it.]] [[Haruspex|> Thank you.]] [[Rat Prophet|> I don't want to... I'd rather manage on my own.]] [[Stanislav Rubin|> I am.]] (it is all the same) Side Quest: On Traces of the Bachelor [[Bachelor|> I just hope it doesn't end in disaster... *]] [[Maria|> I want to warn you. Go away from here, Cold Demon. Someone who wants to kill you will come here soon. *]] Side Quest: On Traces of the Haruspex [[Haruspex|> Now that's a dramatic change of expression if I've ever seen one! *]] [[Inquisitor|> Go away, Burakh. The sooner the better. Remember, I bring good tidings.]] Side Quest: Little Sister [[Changeling|> I'll try. *]] [[ALBINO|> I know who you're talking about. It's that albino. The creature from the Steppe. *]]

Inquisitor: Who's standing before me this time? I should soon be able to tell you apart by tiny details. [[> I've cleaned the Spleen district. Are you convinced now? *]] > There's only one me.

Inquisitor: Maybe, maybe... So you think that if not for you, that district would still be infected now? > Doubtlessly. [[> It all depends on who's been to that district.]]

Inquisitor: And how did you do it? [[> With a miracle. You won't understand. *]] > I've banished... a certain someone from there.

Inquisitor: Then how can I verify the truth of your words? It's easy to claim credit for a work that does itself. I once knew a man who'd convinced an entire village that the sun would have stopped rising in the east but for his heroic effort. Incidentally, he too was considered a saint... [[> You have no alternative. Isn't it your duty to cleanse the entire town of the infection? If the Powers That Be find out you had a chance to reduce it and didn't take it... *]] > You understood everything long ago... I can see it in your eyes. So why are you afraid of admitting I'm right?

Inquisitor: You're a clever little girl... I'll give you that. Well then, carry on with your work. Collect the reward you've been promised. And make sure you remember our deal. [[> I do remember it. *]] > Our deal? What deal?

Inquisitor: You've showed up! Well done. Today's mission is going to be dangerous, my dear. More dangerous than yesterday's one, at any rate. [[> What will you task me with today? *]] > What conclusions have you drawn from my behaviour yesterday?

Inquisitor: You've mesmerized people before, with quite some success. This really speaks in support of your being... exceptional. Today you're going to test your powers on a monster. You will meet Oyun, the Foreman of the Abattoir. [[> Is he not human? *]] > ... Another wicked criminal?

Inquisitor: An equal blend of human and beast. As I understood from esteemed Boös Olgimsky's account, his father had been begotten on a Steppe woman by a bull. He is thus a chimera... a vivid epitome of this town. If the town were to get a coat of arms, the Foreman should be on it. [[> My God...]]

Inquisitor: Find out whether he is guilty. Also try to assess how much of a threat he is. [[> A threat to what? *]] > Guilty, of course... Everyone's guilty.

Inquisitor: To whom, rather... To the one who will have a lot of dealings with him. To sum up, I will need a psychological portrait of this... being. Gain his trust and learn as much as you can. [[Aren't you afraid that I could deceive you?]]

Inquisitor: I'm not. I would learn a great deal more of what I need to know from your deceit than from your honesty, with a few added touches to your own portrait. By the way, let me tell you a little secret about yourself, the first key to unravelling your mystery. You are entirely incapable of deceit. [[> Does that mean I'm a Mistress? *]] > Wrong! I'm capable all right! Don't try to convince me that I'm like that... foreman of yours!

Inquisitor: The only one around who could be described as a "mistress" is, as the present moment, me. [[> How am I to get inside the Abattoir?]]

Inquisitor: These passages open and close at random, as if controlled by a kind of paranormal sphincter. It looks like a hole, but no human can get through: the mental barrier is impassable even to me. [[> So what am I supposed to do?]]

Inquisitor: Find a girl at the Termitary who goes by the name of the Mother Superior. Come up with something to make her let you pass. I suppose you'd handle a small child without any difficulty. However, I wouldn't advise you to try your spells on her. She's Steppe-born, and a special kind of Steppe-born... Not a good idea. [[> I'll think of something. *]] > It's much too dangerous.

Taya Tycheek: You come to this place often. I can't say I'm glad to see you. [[> Why not?]]

Taya Tycheek: You bring us nothing but misfortune! > You have to be patient, Mother... Such is fate. [[> I thought the opposite... *]]

Taya Tycheek: What's the news in the outer town? [[> Taya, let me into the Abattoir. Let your butchers take me inside. *]] > Bad, Taya. > It's good. Your suffering will end soon.

Taya Tycheek: I will if you tell me a nice fairytale. I must warn you, though, I'm picky. [[> Why so ?]]

Taya Tycheek: I know all fairytales. I've heard them all many times over. Bo-ring. Since I've left the Tower, only Sticky has managed to amuse me that one time. [[> How? Did he make up a fairytale?]]

Taya Tycheek: Who makes up fairytales? What's wrong with you? Fairytales are never made up. Made-up fairytales are just fiction. You can spot them at once. Sticky's been the last to bring me a skilled storyteller. That was just before the plague. We were boarded up later that night. [[> Let's see what we can come up with here.]]

Sticky: Hi, Clara! Noticed me watching you yesterday? I'm Sticky. [[> Were you watching me?]]

Sticky: Sorry. I often do this. I'm curious! I like meddling in all sorts of things I'm not supposed to meddle in. I guess that's why they call me a thief. And why do they call you a thief? > Yes, I do get called a thief, but I have no idea why. I haven't stolen anything. [[> Is that what they're calling me? I don't remember ever stealing anything. *]]

Sticky: That happens a lot. You steal something and can't remember it afterwards. Must've been something important -- or else something you don't just put in your pocket. Someone's name, maybe? [[> Mine isn't the sort of name you get punished for borrowing.]]

Sticky: I've never believed them stories of you being the disease -- not for a moment, you know... [[> Hey Sticky! How about we outsmart the Mother Superior? *]] > Well then, take a look at me, a closer look... > Well done. You're brave.

Sticky: Taya Tycheek? Not a lot of smart there to outsmart. She can lead herself up a garden path on her own just fine. How about... we remind Khan who's in charge instead? [[> Wait! Does she like fairytales? Taya, I mean...]]

Sticky: She does. The catch is, she knows every single one. She was nursed by odonghs, and they're great storytellers. She's heard them all! [[> Mother said you once brought an exceptional storyteller to her.]]

Sticky: Ah! I see. I didn't bring anybody, though... never tracked the thing down, actually. That was my Albino. People say it whispered fairytales in her ear and she was all happy and saying hey, this one's totally about me, what a good fairytale. Lavished it with gifts. Wanted more, but the next night their place got boarded up. [[> Ah. And what sort of fairytale was it?]]

Sticky: Why d'you need to know? You want a present too? She's got no time for those anymore... Better make up your own fairytale. You can do it easily. If you're a creature of the Steppe, the Steppe will whisper the words to you. Something to grab her attention. [[> Oh come on... don't join that chorus.]]

Taya Tycheek: What's the news in the outer town? [[> I have a fairytale for you. *]] > Bad, Taya. > It's good. Your suffering will end soon.

Taya Tycheek: Well, I'm all ears. [[> I'm going to do a sly thing and tell you a fairytale that's also a riddle. Would you be interested to know who's to blame for what happened to you?]]

Taya Tycheek: Really? Yes, very very much! [[> Listen carefully; my fairytale will contain the answer. Will you be able to guess it?]]

Taya Tycheek: Oh, please go ahead! > I'll tell you the one about the poor orphan and the pearl divers. > Once upon a time Taya woke up in the middle of the night and-- [[> I'll tell you the one about how the one-eyed, one-handed, one-legged Night's Daughter counted her cattle. *]]

Taya Tycheek: That's a scary one! I don't want it. [[> It contains the answer, Mother... *]] > As you wish...

Taya Tycheek: All right. Go ahead. [[> [...]]

Taya Tycheek: Awesome. And the rest? [[> You'll hear the rest when I'm back from the Abattoir. So it's in your best interest to also tell me how to fight the Foreman.]]

Taya Tycheek: There's no use fighting him. But I'll give you a good advice. He's worried a lot on account of Young Burakh's arrival. Perhaps he'll let you go in one piece if you manage to capture his interest like you did with me. Go through the Gates of Labour. It's in between our buildings. [[> Thank you, little Taya.]]

The Foreman of the Abattoir: Are you the emanation of Mother Boddho, whom I serve faithfully? The dark-faced, the hundred-mouthed, slowly turning her purblind eyeballs in their sockets? I am the Foreman of the Abattoir. I come from the Oyun clan. I am a menkhu who knows the lines. Who are you? [[> I am a miracle-worker. Through my hands, the holy powers bestow goodness and mercy upon the people. *]] > It is as you said. Yes, I am her moulded cast, her harbinger, bringing justice. The hour is nigh when you shall have to bow down to me.

The Foreman of the Abattoir: What do you want, Earth? [[> Will you agree to answer my questions candidly and without prejudice? *]] > Why did you call me that?

The Foreman of the Abattoir: No. [[> I'll tell you things about Burakh that you didn't know.]]

The Foreman of the Abattoir: What can you tell me? [[> How your standoff is going to end. *]] > What the mission that he's unable to accomplish is.

The Foreman of the Abattoir: Good. I want to make certain that he is who he claims to be. Perhaps there is no reason to take it slow at all. [[> How ?]]

The Foreman of the Abattoir: Get to know what Sahba-ötün thinks of him. The one that the Worms call Aspity. The heart of the matter is simple. Find out if he had killed her to deceive his way into the true heir's inheritance. You will come back here through the Gates of Labour. You will not be impeded. [[> Alright.]]

Aspity: And yet you and I are two of a kind. Fine, you win... I'm not going to bite anymore. [[> Tell me about Burakh, Aspity. *]] > You do that! > We haven't had the real conversation yet... sister.

Aspity: What is there to tell you about him? [[> Did he take the inheritance from you by force?]]

Aspity: Nonsense! Why would he take by force what's rightfully his own? [[> Who is he?]]

Aspity: He is a Warden. He is of menkhu stock; his father was a surgeon. I revere him. Soon he will overthrow the usurper, become leader of the Kin, and inaugurate a new era. Then I shall go back and vanish into the Earth. [[> You sprang from the Earth, then?]]

Aspity: Yes, same as you. [[> And to what end?]]

Aspity: I don't know. But I sense that it's to carry out the will of the Law... to destroy the accursed utopia. A place that is not... and must never be. [[> Utopia? *]] > Don't you tell anyone about this conversation.

Aspity: There are three nodes nourishing our town. The town had been growing until the nodes closed. The Earth begat beasts. The Beasts sustained Humans. The Humans begat a settlement. The settlement sustains the children. The head had been drawing juices in excess. The plague closed the nodes. Everything resumed its natural course. [[> What does that mean?]]

Aspity: The Settlement is a burden on the Earth. The Utopia is destroying the Settlement. The plague will destroy the Utopia. The Sand Pest is a creature of the plague -- the will of the Law. I used to think it was my destiny. Now I see that it's yours. [[> No. Not mine! *]] > What's a "Utopia"?

The Foreman of the Abattoir: I sense neither warmth nor blood in you. [[> I've seen Aspity. *]] > Yet you ought to respect me, Foreman Oyun.

The Foreman of the Abattoir: Is she alive? [[> Yes, she's alive. *]] > If nothing else, it moves and speaks.

The Foreman of the Abattoir: What did she say? [[> She esteems Burakh. She says yes, he is indeed who he claims to be.]]

The Foreman of the Abattoir: ... I will answer then -- a single question of yours. That gleam in your eye is unneeded. I will not lie. Conserve your strength. What did you want to know? > Are you guilty of starting this plague? [[> What do you intend to do with Burakh? *]]

The Foreman of the Abattoir: I will kill Burakh unless I conclude that it is he who must kill me. If I am assured of his worthiness and my lack thereof, I will fall. I will put up a mere appearance of a fight, for a new Warden must defeat the old one in battle. [[> Now I have heard your answer.]]

Inquisitor: Who's standing before me this time? I should soon be able to tell you apart by tiny details. [[> I've seen the Foreman. *]] > There's only one me.

Inquisitor: Seen him and lived? Let me take a look at you... Widen that pupil, look into the light... So what did you talk about? [[> About Burakh... *]] > All sorts of things. He does have a soul, by the way...

Inquisitor: About Burakh... Good girl. Stick your tongue out and say "arhh"... [[> Arhh! *]] > Why?

Inquisitor: So what did he tell you about Burakh? [[> He's afraid of him... *]] > He said he was going to kill him. One can hardly wait... right?

Inquisitor: That means he's not as dangerous as I thought. Thank you, you did well. [[> Not at all...]]

Inquisitor: Dismissed. Come and see me first thing tomorrow morning. > We'll see... Maybe I will, maybe I won't... [[> Now that's a dramatic change of expression if I've ever seen one! *]]

Haruspex: So Boddho's children are not an obstacle for you... Well, then it's one or the other -- either you've come to me with kind intentions or you are my death. If it's the latter, you won't get to me as quickly as you got to them... But if it's the former, do not harbour hard feelings. For they do not know what they're doing... [[> I want to warn you, Burakh. The Bachelor is after you. He'll find you soon -- and who knows what happens to you then! *]] > Are you staying here for long, Burakh? Any plans to go anywhere? > Why would I harbour hard feelings towards the dead? I've come to you with an open heart, you see... > Serves them right. Good people suffer no woe at my hand. Such is life...

Haruspex: Huh... Well, he won't be able to deal with me on his own... But you've offed my companions, you deadly girl... Is he surrounded by henchmen as usual? [[> He is, Haruspex... But they can't strike you -- so why would you need them if not to kill them? *]] > He's just as horrible a bloodsucker as you are -- how could you both not surround yourselves with killers?

Haruspex: And why would you warn me? You know full well there aren't many reasons for me to trust you... > I'm warning you so that you have more. It's high time you realized not only evil walks this earth! [[> Aglaya asked me to, Burakh... She's worried about you. *]]

Haruspex: I see... [[> Go away, Burakh. The sooner the better. Remember, I bring good tidings.]]

Inquisitor: Who's standing before me this time? I should soon be able to tell you apart by tiny details. [[> I've found the Haruspex and warned him like you asked. The part where his beastly bodyguards almost tore me to pieces is, I suppose, too obvious to mention. *]] > There's only one me.

Inquisitor: I won't forget this, girl. You've done a good deed... It goes without saying that I'm going to reward you and, from now on, trust you a little more... which will in no time reflect on the general local attitude towards you. [[> There was no need... *]] > "A little"! I don't need anything from you!

Bachelor: You're exactly who I'm looking for, the girl of notable peculiarity... What is it in your eyes? Are those tears? Today must be a bad day for one of us... [[> I want to warn you. Go away from here, Cold Demon. Someone who wants to kill you will come here soon. *]] > Stay here, Bachelor. Don't go anywhere. That is all I wanted to tell you. > Today is your bad day, Bachelor. Your henchmen are dead, you're welcome to check. That means they were bad people... > These are tears, yes. I've been crying a lot lately. See what I have to do to placate the unbearable hatred you all harbour...

Bachelor: Oh, don't bother... I can't read hearts like you do, but I can read the poignant hatred in your eyes all right. You would be very happy if someone were to kill me... the cold demon, pah! [[> ... I wish she whom I need wouldn't value your life so much. I have special plans for her. Special! Go away, Bachelor.]]

Maria Kaina: Here speaks a Mistress to a Mistress... And yet I wonder if you have the strength to speak to me candidly and without prejudice. [[> I've warned the Bachelor. Tell me, was it you who provided him with such an entourage? *]] > Don't joke like that, Maria...

Maria Kaina: Yes... What, did they attack you? [[> Don't act surprised! *]] > They did mean to, Maria... but I beat them to the punch.

Maria Kaina: Impossible! I warned them not to kill anyone but Earthkin, the butchers and the Worms enslaved by the wicked Haruspex! [[> That had been a mistake, Maria... To them, I am Earthkin.|home]] end day 8

Inquisitor: What happened to your legs, my dear? How terrible... Where did you get such frightful stains? Wait... sorry. It's just something I thought I saw. It's hard to see properly in this half-light... [[> Of course you just thought you saw them. What could possibly happen to me? *]] > What, what is it? I don't see my soles...

Inquisitor: Here's my plan for today. You will go to the Kains and find out why this perverted Polyhedron is so precious to them. Same pretext: say I'm accusing them of starting the epidemic. The "it's a work of art" evasion is no longer an acceptable answer. > To the Kains? No, I'm not going! They hate me... [[> And why would it be unacceptable? How is it not a work of art? If I had a tower like that it would be precious to me too! *]]

Inquisitor: The Bachelor is already working on this theory. What I need is mysticism. He doesn't understand it; you will. Even if you won't, you'll still be able to passably communicate it to me. Any more qestions? [[> How many questions can I ask now? *]] > No. No questions. I just need to be myself, right? Well, I'm going...

Inquisitor: A single one. > What do you need this for? [[Who am I? *]]

Inquisitor: I haven't understood it yet, my dear... Perhaps you will bring me the answer today, on the soles of your shoes... Have you seen them? They're most curious. Every time you walk away, I look at your feet... a very interesting view! > Don't make fun of me... Is this the final test? [[> You are afraid of me, Aglaya, aren't you... That's why you haven't killed me yet. Afraid that if you do, something will be irretrievably broken, right? *]]

Georgiy Kain: There is no salvation for us... [[> Georgiy Kain, I've come to you upon orders from Inquisitor Aglaya Lilich! *]] > There is none. > I'll make it so everyone will be saved.

Georgiy Kain: So what is it? Or did you hope to intimidate me by saying the name of my daughter-in-law? [[> Would your attitude change if I told you that my visit will determine the fate of the Polyhedron?]]

Georgiy Kain: Do you believe your visit is significant? Now it's you who will answer my questions candidly and without prejudice. Are you one of Aglaya's confederates? > Yes. [[> No. I am her victim. *]]

Georgiy Kain: Yes? I doubt it. Believe it or not, but the timing of your visit is impeccable, for while we've been trying to salvage what little has been left to us by our dearest brother, we've come close to solving the mystery of Simon's transformation. Would you be willing to do us a very important favour? [[> Will you answer my questions if I do?]]

Georgiy Kain: Yes. And we'll let you inside the Tower. That is what you've come for, isn't it? > What do you want from me? [[How did you know? *]]

Georgiy Kain: Aglaya would grasp at any formal pretexts that would allow her to file her report as soon as possible. You are yet to visit the Tower, but all the conclusions from your visit have already been drawn... Nevertheless, one should always hope for a miracle. [[> How can I help you?]]

Georgiy Kain: We'd like you to go to the Termitary and find doctor Rubin, who is hiding from our wrath there. Tell him he's been forgiven. Let him come here. Together, perhaps, you could find out what hapened to Simon's blood. [[> What happened to it? I don't understand...]]

Georgiy Kain: The Bachelor said that he and the Haruspex have been trying to solve the riddle posed by the mysterious blood that appears to be strangely identical to Simon's. The answer to the riddle is hiding inside the Termitary, risking his life every minute. If you go there, we will provide you with medicine, weapons, and protective clothing. [[> What do I have to do with this?]]

Georgiy Kain: That's what I want to find out. [[> All right. I'll go.]]

Bachelor: I'll have you know that I've been thinking about you a lot. [[> Do you know where Rubin is? *]] > There was no need... > Repent.

Bachelor: Rubin is away. He's coming back tomorrow. And now here's a riddle for you, Clara. [[> Go on... *]] > I didn't come here to answer riddles.

Bachelor: On day five, Rubin said that Simon's unique, most singular blood had all been spent -- to the last drop. Gone into the vaccine. Then yesterday, the Haruspex made a serum out of blood that was structurally similar to Simon's, even surpassing it. [[> ... And whose blood was it? *]] > And what does that have to do with me?

Bachelor: Only he knows that. But that's not the mystery. On days six and seven, the Haruspex brought me blood that was similar to Simon's. Where was he getting it from? [[> Where? *]] > And where is he? The Haruspex? I wish I could talk to him...

Bachelor: That's just what I wanted to ask you about. I've tracked down some of the commoners you haf cured: their cells were mutated, but they hadn't become immune. [[> This is thrilling news... I don't know what to say.]] > It's nothing to be thrilled about... Odd that they didn't just die.

Haruspex: I'm past being surprised to see you again at this point. [[> Tell me, Burakh, where did Rubin get blood that was similar to Simon's? *]] > Goodbye.

Haruspex: Do you know who the Bound are? [[> Yes, I do. *]] > No.

Haruspex: Have you by any chance touched a Bound person with your hand lately? Condemned them to death, or converted them to your wild religion? Those are all touches too. Think about it carefully... [[> I don't know... I don't remember. *]] > Even if I didn't touch them myself, I know who might have done it for me! It's highly likely.

Haruspex: Well, their blood was similar to Simon's. Aspity and Yulia -- no doubt about those two. Some others too... let me think... also evil... > Why is that? [[> How is Yulia evil? *]]

Haruspex: Oh, she is. She is level-headed and clever, which is why she doesn't look it -- when in fact she was the one who masterminded all that the Saburovs have recently put into practice. She's the ideaologist of humility. She came up with a scientific justification of necessary death. [[> But what's special about her blood?]]

Haruspex: You see, Simon's blood bore a weak resemblance to a different blood... as though Simon was the worst in a line of the amazing beings I'm talking about. Yes, his blood could help, were it not so... battle-worn. He was, after all, an old man. That's what I think. > What sort of beings? [[> But what does Rubin have to do with it? *]]

Haruspex: Have you seen the Bachelor? We expected him to come here but we probably missed each other... He's the one that talked to Rubin; I haven't seen him for five days... I wasn't sure he was even alive. Georgiy wanted to off him. [[> Georgiy has pardoned him. *]] > I'll look for the Bachelor.

Georgiy Kain: There is no salvation for us... [[> I've found out curious things about myself... *]] > There is none. > I'll make it so everyone will be saved.

Georgiy Kain: WHat kind of things are they? Do tell. [[> If you tell me something first. Why is that tower so precious to you? *]] > Simon Kain and I are... connected. Perhaps even similar. Through me, he'll return into this world.

Georgiy Kain: We need the Polyhedron to become flesh for Simon's spirit. But a harrowing decision like this will come at a terrible price: we will have to say a final farewell to Nina, whose spirit resides there at the moment. [[> That's impossible.]]

Georgiy Kain: The Polyhedron can work miracles. It exists in defiance of all laws, imaginable and otherwise. It's a miracle made real, the pinnacle of our legacy. The Utopia in the flesh. If it's destroyed, it will be lost for good. Nothing like it will ever be known to history. [[> Why ? *]] > And thank God for that!

Georgiy Kain: It is capable of capturing a miracle. It captures the soul. It captures childhood. It feels like a world of eternal bliss to children who dwell within it. That's why they've set up their own republic there. And now it's your turn to speak. What was that blood the Bachelor was talking about? [[> This scares me... I don't understand a thing... these destroyers, the Haruspex and the Bachelor, say that I was involved in the creation of that blood. *]] > As far as I could understand him, Simon's blood had been shed because of me... Is that what you think too?

Georgiy Kain: If you and Rubin find the origin of the blood that holds a likeness to that of Simon's, then perhaps we may avoid having to banish Nina. It isn't Simon himself that we need -- but the power of creation he wields. We live for its sake. Simon is not the Polyhedron's purpose; rather, Simon's purpose was to allow such Polyhedrons to spring up in this world. [[> I'd like to convince myself personally.]]

Georgiy Kain: I'm afraid Nina will show you nothing, since you're no longer a child. All that you may possibly see there are cold walls and empty flights of stairs. [[> You promised.]]

Georgiy Kain: Victor will open the path to the Polyhedron for you. Only he knows how to earn the good favours of his beloved wife. He was the only one she'd ever listen to. [[> Oh my, that's a lot to reflect on...]]

Victor Kain: I hope this torture ends soon... [[> Victor, I'm going to the Polyhedron. With Georgiy's permission... *]] > Katerina would speak the same words every time the Rat Prophet possessed her... > There's nothing but joy ahead. Isn't it so?

Victor Kain: Yes, I know. But I am afraid you're not going to see anything there. I doubt Nina will be favourably disposed towards you. [[> We'll see. How can I get past the barrier? *]] > Why?

Victor Kain: It's simple. Go all the way to the top. You'll see my son there. If he's not there, wait for him or tell one of the Dogheads to call for him. When he receives you, you should immediately -- without answering any questions, without a greeting or an apology -- say the following words: "Fains I!" [[> Thank you. "Fains I"...]]

Khan: I haven't seen you here before... [[> I've never been here before. *]] > Yes, I often remain unnoticed...

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Khan: Why? > I can't tell. I have to be cautious... [[That's just my fate. Never what it ought to be... *]]

Khan: ... So it's all about trickery to you? Wherever have you come from? [[> Fains I! *]] > No, I detest trickery. > If we ourselves are to suffer deception -- our hands are no longer tied...

Khan: Now that's a surprise. Well then, come in. Do you wish to join us? Now of all times, when they've just rolled in that cannon? The mere sight of it would be enough to tear down five towns like ours. You astonish me. > I'm not sure you're aware that I'm friends with Notkin. [[> I do! I do wish to become one of you. *]]

Khan: Good. An honest and straightforward answer. Well then, prepare for quite an ordeal... [[> Wait. First I'd like to know what this Tower is.]]

Khan: This Tower? It's a toy that makes any adventure pale in comparison. It's a treasure. It gives the gift of dreams. Here, the most fragile fantasy can be played with forever. Here you can share your dreams with others and play in them together. [[> But a dream can be retold if it's worth it...]]

Khan: Yeah, or drawn or... I mean, that's just silly! Don't you know that the most precious aspects of dreams -- the things that make you want to keep on dreaming forever and never wake up again -- vanish moments after you wake up? A dream can't be recorded or retold. The magic is gone then. [[> Are you saying this Tower can preserve dreams?]]

Khan: Not just preserve them! Bring them back! Continue them! Share them with others. Not just the characters and the worlds, but the very fragrances of the ether. The most magical of dream experiences. The most precious of fantasized events. [[> What, these bare walls can do that?]]

Khan: Are you seeing bare walls? I feel sorry for you. > And now let me in. [[> And what do you see? *]]

Khan: I see ships aflame, traversing the islands of Orion. [[> We won't find a lot of mutual understanding.]]

Khan: Come in and look around. I'd have gladly showed you what I'd like to see -- but you're a grown-up already. [[> It's all right.]]

Teensy: Yikes! Where have you come from? You can't be in here! [[> Why not? *]] > What is this place?

Teensy: We're playing here -- and you should be playing over there. Say, have you killed everybody yet? [[> What?]]

Teensy: Those Humble ones of yours. We've been arguing and arguing... He says you're the only one who can save all of the Bound. While I say you're the only one who can kill them all off -- and win! [[> Who are you ?]]

Teensy: My name is Teensy, and he's Tot. But it's better to call him Measly. And me -- you can call me Thrush. [[> How do you know who I am? *]] > How did I get here?

Teensy: I'm telling you -- we're playing here. See, we're building a town in this sandbox! Now we're playing plague. Look inside. Notice anything? [[> I think I'm about to go crazy... And I mean it... Literally... *]] > I feel sick. I'm going to faint.

Tot: Ugh... this is awkward. Well, I suppose we should introduce ourselves. I'm Measly. And she's Thrush. [[> How did I get here?]]

Tot: How did you get here? You tell me! Actually this was never supposed to happen. You're meant to be over there -- look into the Sandbox. This... must be a miracle. I suppose. [[A miracle... ]]

Tot: But you're probably the only one who can do something like that. You can work miracles, right? I keep arguing with this dumbhead here -- she says we're playing with you wrong, says you're supposed to kill and not go around saving folks... Naughty you. [[> What? *]] > How do I get out of here?

Tot: Well... we really didn't put you in that sandbox so that you'd save everyone. But you've been going at it with such vim and vigour, you must really be alive! I guess you really could save everybody. Just imagine how great that would be! [[> So you're kind, it turns out...]]

Tot: Of course I am! She's the mean one. Thrush... more like Crush...! All right, all right, I'm shutting up. Hey, no fighting over there! Better see our guest off. [[> Yes, I'd rather be going.]]

Inquisitor: You're no stranger to twists of fate. Isn't that true? [[> I've found out everything. *]] > True... I'm deeply miserable in general -- if you're at all interested to know... > I'm just not cut out for having fate at all.

Inquisitor: Really? Amazing! You exceeded the expectations, then, since no one was demanding such dedication from you. ... It was I who have found out everything; you have helped me there... I even feel a certain degree of gratitude. > ... Why just a degree? [[> Well, so what have I found out? I doubt you know what I know now. Or else we'd be seeing less arrogance out of you... you plaything. *]]

Inquisitor: Why, no offense taken. A typical example of rushing to conclusions. You're behind the times. Truths like the one you just presented me with are no longer fashionable. That's more in the Bachelor and Haruspex's line... By the way, don't give them hints if you meet them. Let them work it out on their own. [[> All right. So what have you found out?]]

Inquisitor: Summing up the conclusions drawn from your discoveries, I shall combine the casual relationships into a coherent picture. I shall reveal the arcane nature of the disease to you from a mystical standpoint. That was how it should have been revealed to you; I suppose all that I will tell you will be no news to you. Still, it will determine the wording of your verdict. > Sounds ominous... [[> Well, sum it up. And I've already found a path to victory... All these simulacra, these reflections of reflections shall confuse me no longer. I am firm in my faith! And I am free. *]]

Inquisitor: Oh indeed? [[> So tell me... where did I come from? Speak, dummy. Try to talk me to death. *]] > I don't need your truths. Goodbye, Aglaya Lilich. I've already realized how to perform a miracle that will convince you... forever.

Inquisitor: Are you interested? Do listen, it's really about you. So the Earth begat the town. Two entirely different worlds that have nonetheless managed to achieve a symbiotic coexistence. That was a miracle. A true miracle. Normally, civilization devours tradition. > I'm confused... [[> Why? *]]

Inquisitor: People aren't inclined to be on good terms with their own history -- yet in this particular town, the impossible happened: the people prevailed over the power structures. [[> How did it happen?]]

Inquisitor: As you can see, the town is small. It's made up of people, not ranks and functions. Fortuitous circumstances had enabled people to create an environment here that everyone could be happy in. But that was entirely due to a miraculous coincidence. [[> What coincidence? *]] > You couldn't tell by looking at them... I can see you've only been interrogating arisocrats -- for the common folk, you're completely unconcerned!

Inquisitor: It's rare that a succession of extraordinary personalities should stand at the helm for five generations. It's even rarer that they should have the love and respect for one another that allows them to carry on the policies of their predecessors. Here, they had grown used to the miracle. And that was their undoing. They wanted to learn to control the miracle. The elder generation had constructed an environment for bringing up the young in the same spirit. They paid for it. [[> Why?]]

Inquisitor: The Law stipulates a harsh punishment for an attempt to capture a miracle. The disease is a means of restoring the balance. A part of the chimeric town must be destroyed, and there is no turning back. The town and the miracle cannot coexist. And I swear I know what the choice should be between them! [[> But what about me? What's going to happen to me?]]

Inquisitor: You are an instrument of the Law. But your mission has been accomplished. And it being my mission not merely to understand you but also to rein you in -- I hereby prohibit you from existing, and banish you from the town. The captured Miracle shall pass into oblivion. [[> I...]]

Inquisitor: You may vanish into the earth that you came from. Go. I permit you -- both of you, to be exact -- to die in any way you prefer. On one condition. You are forbidden from even approaching the Commander. Otherwise he may fancy himself your tool. Or the other way round... I don't even know which is worse. Go. [[> Farewell...]]

Commander: Here you are, sweet child. I've heard a lot about you. So you are the girl who's cured dozens of people with her holiness, while also being persecuted and hounded for it by the unruly rabble? > Yes. That's right. [[> It's not their fault! They just mistook me for someone else. *]]

Commander: That doesn't excuse them in the slightest. [[> Besides, they were frightened...]]

Commander: The base rabble always trample what they don't understand. Always repay for a heroic deed with ingratitude. They ought to be spoken to in a different language. And I swear they will be! From now on I'm not letting you out of my sight. You need reliable protection. [[> There's no need for that! See, I'm unharmed; that's because I'm invulnerable. *]] > Thank you.

Commander: I won't allow anyone to harm you. [[> No one's ever said anything like this to me before...]]

Commander: Why have you come to me? Should I take it as a sign? [[> Inquisitor Aglaya Lilich has prohibited me from seeing you. Why? *]] > Are you really this superstitious? Surely you were just making fun of me?

Commander: The Inquisitor fears and detests me. I must say it's mutual. Most of all, I'm worried that the mission to save the town -- or to destroy it, however you prefer to think of it -- may degenerate into a long-range artillery duel. She's surely going to plot and scheme. [[> But she must follow your orders, mustn't she?]]

Commander: On the contrary. My duty calls on me to obey the Inquisitor. But Lilich is always playing her own game. I've heard that she was once condemned to death for it -- I suppose they pardoned her in the end... She will make a dishonest decision. One dictated, not by her duty, but by covert calculation. Both of the healers have clearly already been poisoned by her deception. [[> But why is she overestimating my role in this so much?]]

Commander: She isn't overestimating. I had been greatly impressed with you -- long before I saw you. [[> How is that possible?]]

Commander: On our way here, a lieutenant told me a legend about the holy sisters-in-arms of the warriors. He spoke of medieval wars, of pilgrimages, of the power of the Holy Spirit that led quiet and unassuming young girls -- orphans, beggers and peasants -- to call the might of great armies to a lofty duty. I was profoundly moved by his story. [[> It was a mere coincidence.]]

Commander: Coincidences like this don't happen by chance. No... I gave it a lot of thought as we were travelling here. His story had come at the right moment. My life was approaching a watershed. [[> Yes...]]

Commander: I've staked everything on this military operation. My mission, my soul, my own destiny and our country's. I need a voice from above -- because I don't know who to listen to anymore. [[> Speak on...]]

Commander: Yes! My deployment to this plague-stricken little toWn was an expedition into hell. I was meant to die here -- and so it will happen. The old Alexander Block will die -- but a new one will emerge from this place. From this town, an army will set out on a glorious march -- in the name of Truth. [[> I just hope it doesn't end in disaster... *]] > You are too few.

[[(it is the same)|> ... I wish she whom I need wouldn't value your life so much. I have special plans for her. Special! Go away, Bachelor.]] Bachelor: You're exactly who I'm looking for, the girl of notable peculiarity... What is it in your eyes? Are those tears? Today must be a bad day for one of us... [[> I want to warn you. Go away from here, Cold Demon. Someone who wants to kill you will come here soon. *]] > Stay here, Bachelor. Don't go anywhere. That is all I wanted to tell you. > Today is your bad day, Bachelor. Your henchmen are dead, you're welcome to check. That means they were bad people... > No, it's not me that you're looking for, Bachelor. You are mistaken again. Don't be rash, don't say anything... Make sure for yourself first. And I'll show you where to look for my sister. > These are tears, yes. I've been crying a lot lately. See what I have to do to placate the unbearable hatred you all harbour...

Maria Kaina: Today he will see it... and understand everything! The Tower itself will speak to him. [[> I've warned the Bachelor. *]] > I wish I could get into that Tower too...

Maria Kaina: And I will remember it. The reward you are about to get is paltry compared to the favours I will bestow upon you in the future... [[> I'll count on it.]]

(it is the same ) Haruspex: So Boddho's children are not an obstacle for you... Well, then it's one or the other -- either you'ce come to me with kind intentions or you are my death. If it's the latter, you won't get to me as quickly as you got to them... But if it's the former, do not harbour hard feelings. For they do not know what they're doing... [[> I want to warn you, Burakh. The Bachelor is after you. He'll find you soon -- and who knows what happens to you then! *]] > Are you staying here for long, Burakh? Any plans to go anywhere? > Why would I harbour hard feelings towards the dead? I've come to you with an open heart, you see... > Serves them right. Good people suffer no woe at my hand. Such is life...

Notkin: Have you heard the news already? [[> What news? *]] > I have.

Notkin: Rubin's made a discovery about you. You should see how they're fussing now! Walking about and bribing the kids and sending out messengers. As if we were on the eve of a battle, no less. And it's all to do with you [[> Why do you think so? *]] > Who's "they"?

Notkin: They're all Clara this, Clara that, and how it'll be the worst thing in the world if you slip away. Two of the lads have heard Rubin and the Bachelor having an argument about you -- so heated they almost got into a fight. [[> What do they want from me, anyway? *]] > Pity about the "almost".

Notkin: I'm telling you, Stakh Rubin's found out something about you. Or maybe you've done something nasty? Not that he'd be in a position to judge you if you did... Pot calling the kettle black and all that. Same goes for the rest of those gentlemen... And you, what do you think? [[> I'm going to find out what's going on.]]

Notkin: Well, I've warned you, so my work here is done. Will you join our gang? [[> I might. *]] > No. I won't.

Bachelor: Oh... it's you. Well, as you can see, all that's left of Rubin is a curt note. Who invited you? [[> What are you up to? *]] > I know everything.

Bachelor: Me? Nothing special. The only thing of interest that's keeping me here now is the role Rubin's discovery will play in determining the fate of the Polyhedron. [[> What discovery?]]

Bachelor: Rubin believes he has uncovered your secret. He reached that conclusion after studying the inner structure of Simon Kain. [[> And where is he himself?]]

Bachelor: Gone to The Crucible with the good news. And considering that the only good news as far as the Kains are concerned would be that Simon was still alive, he probably knows how to resurrect Simon and save the town from the Commander's cannons. Otherwise, it's suicidal. [[> Suicidal? Why? *]] > And what do I have to do with it?

Bachelor: Because the glorious Kain clan's cards have been reshuffled. Georgiy and Victor have faded away: family tradition requires them to perform some kind of a duty that will soon, if not already, result in their demise. Maria's calling the shots now. [[> Does she have a reason to dislike Rubin?]]

Bachelor: I can foresee that she'll have a reason to dislike his discovery. Maria is quite content with the way things stand now. If Georgiy and Victor sacrifice themselves to the memory of their departed -- guess who gets to rule? [[> I see... *]] > Does this mean Rubin knows how to bring Simon back?

Bachelor: If you're interested to know what Rubin has found out about you, you'd better hurry. [[> And you?]]

Bachelor: I have other plans. Rubin is doing one stupid thing after another. The fact that he's relying completely on you but still hasn't let you know about it, is more proof that Rubin is primarily seeking to atone for his wrongdoing against the Kains. I wouldn't want to interfere. [[> So I'm going to have to go to that horrible place again...]]

Maria Kaina: No, I'm not taking you seriously anymore... [[> Tell me, Maria, where did they take Rubin? *]] > Not a good idea. > The sentiment is mutual.

Maria Kaina: Don't you dare touch me, Pest! I can't shut the door on you -- you can enter any house -- but I will protect my own person from your attentions! [[> Tell me where Rubin is and I'll leave. *]] > That's slander!

Maria Kaina: Such a shame! I'm losing strength by the minute... And all of the servants capable of bearing arms are off taking Rubin away -- or else I'd have made short work of you! [[> But why? *]] > The hell you will!

Maria Kaina: The two of you are in it together, aren't you? Yes, he said he was going to carry out his bloody plan using your hands. But don't you worry; when my domestics are back I'll send them after you immediately! [[> They'll never chase up to me!]]

Commander: Yes? What business brings you here? [[> Has a doctor, Stanislav Rubin, been brought here? He was likely accompanied by several armed people.]]

Commander: Yes, indeed. A giant of a man dressed in leather. He was dragged along by twelve people. Was he really a doctor? What had he done to earn such honours? [[> Yes, he's a doctor! What happened to him? *]] > It's all because of me! He discovered a way of saving people, that was however unprofitable to those he trusted!

Commander: They demanded in an insolent manner that we place him under arrest. I prohibited that and demanded an explanation from them; I ordered all of them brought here. They refused. A gunfight ensued. We shot four of them and captured three. The rest managed to vanish with the prisoner amid the commotion. [[> ... May I talk to the men you captured?]]

Commander: You may. I will issue an order to let you into the jail. But be careful; they say it's dangerous inside. Infection. [[> I can't contract the disease.]]

Young Man: I said I wanted to die, didn't I? Enough temptations for me; I don't need a confessor! [[> Were you among those who accompanied Rubin?]]

Young Man: Yes, I was. [[> How did you get here?]]

Young Man: I was covering the retreat of my comrades. And I'm proud of it. [[> Where did they take Rubin? Tell me and I'll get you out of here!]]

Young Man: No, it'll be the other way round. You get me out of here and then I'll tell you. I promise I will. [[> You won't get a chance to break that promise! Wait for me.]]

Commander: Whatever you do, prudence is always necessary. [[> I need the prisoner who accompanied Rubin. *]] > Not always, far from it! > Certainly.

Commander: Why do you need him? [[> He promised to say where Rubin had been taken.]]

Commander: Yes? Let him speak while facing the barrel of a rifle. Why release a dangerous rascal with violent proclivities? > I've promised him freedom. [[> He wouldn't talk. Pride. *]]

Commander: I will do as you ask. At my own risk. And from now on, you can always ask me for help. You need protection. [[> Thank you!]]

Commander: Go to the prisoner. I'll order him released. [[> He'll take my word for it.]]

Young Man: You shouldn't breathe prison air for too long... [[> Have you been told what the orders are yet? They're letting you go. Speak. *]] > It all depends on you and you only.

Young Man: There's one more place in this town that has sturdy bars on windows. It's in the Works. They used to imprison those Luddite workers there. Superstitious Steppe folk would often sabotage the machines, and... You know the place I'm talking about, right? [[> No. Where is it? *]] > I'm sure I do.

Young Man: A cellar under the Rolling Mill. Look here, I'll show you. [[> Thank you.]]

Haruspex: Gah! Not you! [[> What happened here? *]] > If not me then who?

Haruspex: Can't you see yourself? I was walking out of my lair... Was passing by this workshop when I heard a noise, and there were those six or seven men dragging Stakh away. I had to take on them... Sadly, I didn't help Stakh in the end. Couldn't push my way through to him. [[> They've taken him again?]]

Haruspex: Yes... and got away. I was pinned down by three of them... or was it four? The others took him away... I gave them quite a thrashing but got roughed up myself. Looks like a damaged knee and a broken ankle... I just wish I could get Stakh out! Could you tell... Vlad the Younger, at the very least? > Where have they taken him? [[> Could the Bachelor help? *]] > Perhaps I should tell Grief?

Haruspex: No... That one's shrewd... and has plans of his own. Which apparently don't involve Stakh anymore... He's become useless to everyone... no one even remembers it was him who made the Vaccine! He let the Bachelor take all of the credit so that he had something to brag about in front of Aglaya... so that's that. [[> I'll go myself. Don't worry, I'll manage. Where could they have taken him?]]

Haruspex: I think they were shouting about going to Spin-a-Yarn Square. [[> Is that the one where the Theatre is?]]

Haruspex: Yes. I can guess why -- there's a certain place there... I wandered into it once, a maze under the Knots... Vlad the Younger had made one of the creepholes when he dug his well, and the other one was on the rear side, behind the Theatre... It was there that I saw that creature... that apparition. The Rat Prophet. [[> Why would they go to the Theatre? It's been turned into a hospital... of sorts. *]] > The Rat Prophet was there?

Haruspex: The Theatre's most likely run by Maria... The place is hers. She's in conspiracy with Mark. So she had them go there. [[> And how do I get into the Theatre?]]

Haruspex: I don't know. The exit didn't lead into the Theatre itself but a little way behind it... Search there. Or maybe summon this rat devil for help... He must know how to get to that creephole. [[> I don't want to... I'd rather manage on my own.]]

Rat Prophet: Lo and behold... What do you want, Plague? [[> Did you see Rubin being brought here? *]] > Don't get cheeky with me, scum. > I'm not the Plague!

Rat Prophet: I have witnessed quite a few mysterious events... That one was among them. It may have taken place in the future -- or maybe the recent past... Which would you choose? > I choose the past. [[> I always choose the future. *]]

Rat Prophet: Careful, it may be a bad call... What do you need Rubin for? [[> I'm going to decide his fate. As was preordained. *]] > I need his help.

Rat Prophet: Rubin rests underground -- and it doesn't seem like he's getting out of there any time soon. Are you sure you want to join him? [[> I am.]]

Stanislav Rubin: Are you a ghost? [[> No. *]] > Isn't it all the same to you, Rubin?

Stanislav Rubin: You know, I've been thinking about you all this time. Do you know what your hands are capable of doing? [[> Yes. I work miracles and heal the sick. *]] > Yes. I bring death.

Stanislav Rubin: You transform blood, Clara. You could turn any of the Bound into the kind of being that even Simon was not. I don't know how it happens, but your hands enrich a person's blood with corpuscles that don't occur in ordinary people. This blood can fight the disease. [[> Perhaps...]]

Stanislav Rubin: Now listen to me. Burakh has uncovered the secret to his father's panacea. He was running short on blood; he'd looked everywhere but couldn't find a being whose blood would combine all the necessary qualities. Blood that could stop the bacteria from multiplying and smother the disease. [[> And so my hands create that kind of blood?]]

Stanislav Rubin: Yes. Simon, the all-but-perfect human being, had the same blood. But it was weak. Simon was very old. In all the other respects, his blood was like what Burakh sought after. A holy blood, which he still desires, still tries to wrestle from Foreman Oyun. [[> What does this mean?]]

Stanislav Rubin: This means that if we agree, we can defend the town from both the disease and the army cannons. Here's a way. You can transform Bound volunteers. Their blood will then be spent to make the panacea. It's cruel, but some of the Bound will agree. > Why do we specifically need the bound? [[> Which ones? *]]

Stanislav Rubin: Those with nothing more to lose, I suppose. Such as myself. [[> What about other people? Can we call on them too? Or must it only be the Bound?]]

Stanislav Rubin: I suppose the predisposition in their blood was what made them Bound in the first place. Perfect people with perfect blood. We have to find volunteers among the Bound who'd sacrifice themselves. Simple people from the street won't do; that's been verified. [[> So the town's going to turn into a kind of shrine demanding continuous sacrifice?]]

Stanislav Rubin: There's even something lofty about it. Many will agree to atone for the wrongs they've inflicted upon the town in their lifetimes. There is, after all, no shortage of such villainous characters here. Bad Grief, Yulia, the Saburovs, Anna... even yours truly. Do I need to give any further exampled? You could easily think of a half-dozen more yourself. [[> I must think it over... Too terrible; too risky.|> I'll try. *]]

Main Quest: The Bound [[Aglaya Lilich]] [[Commander Alexander Block|> ...]] [[Soldier|> How can you say something like that?]] [[Officer|> Your commander is wounded. There will be no reinforcements. *]] [[Andrey Stamatin|> Thank you!]] [[Peter Stamatin|> Don't despair, Andrey... You're making a mistake by not trusting me. *]] [[Bachelor|> I believe you, Peter... *]] [[Haruspex|> All right. You have convinced me. *]] [[The Foreman of the Abattoir|> Wait until the day ends. We'll see each other at the Abattoir.]] [[Haruspex|> Yes, if such is your desire. *]] [[Inquisitor|> Alright. I'll do it. *]] [[Commander|> We'll see... *]] [[Lara Ravel|> I have felt the same. *]] [[Katerina Saburova|> I do, Lara. Farewell.]] [[Alexander Saburov|> Till tomorrow then, Katerina!]] [[Anna Angel|> Farewell.]] [[Sahba-ötün|> We'll all die, Anna. Rejoice, for I'm giving you the longest deferment.]] [[Bad Grief|> You're scaring me. It's the outcome no-one has been able to predict.]] [[Commander> You'd better not. Goodbye.]] (it is all the same) Side Quest: On Traces of the Bachelor [[Bachelor|> I just hope it doesn't end in disaster... *]] [[Commander|> It's the only hope I have left...]] Side Quest: On Traces of the Haruspex [[Haruspex|> Now that's a dramatic change of expression if I've ever seen one! *]] [[Inquisitor|> Go away, Burakh. The sooner the better. Remember, I bring good tidings.]] Side Quest: Little Sister [[Changeling|> I'll try. *]] [[ALBINO|> I know who you're talking about. It's that albino. The creature from the Steppe. *]]

The Bound [[Lara]] [[Yulia|> Please, that's no sin at all! You deserve solace. *]] [[Rubin|> You wanted to rule over people's fates too... I understand. *]] [[Bad Grief|> All right, Stakh. I've understood your plan. You're going to have to be the last in that chain. *]] [[Aspity|> Have I really? We don't know that yet. *]] [[Anna|> One could. I can. That's what these things called miracles are about. *]] [[Katerina|> Maybe. I'll come after you forget about this. *]] [[Saburov|> No, mother... That's not what the ongoing battle is about. Trust me, good and evil do not and will not exist today... Even if the town is laid waste to! *]] [[Commander|> I understand, father. You're tired. You need some rest now. *]] Main Quest: The Final Proceedings [[Bachelor|> I feel I must do what must be done here. If it is necessary that we are rejoined, we will be when the time is ripe. *]] [[Haruspex|> Wait for me there. And look out... make sure it's really me]] [[Tot|> Yes, I do. See you at the Council.]] [[Teensy|> That's cute. Do you even realize that you're in there, on the inside? *]] [[Executor|> It's because I'm hunkering. That's why we're the same height. See? *]] [[Tragedian|> Frantastic. Now be quiet. I know where I'm going next.]] [[Executor|> Unbelievable... *]] [[Haruspex|> I know, I know... You didn't have to bother explaining.]] [[Bachelor|> It's because your confidants are children. I wish mine were like that... *]] [[Inquisitor|> You're wrong. Go, there's your Eva, crying by the railing. You'll be the only one who sees her. *]] [[Changeling|> What, are you jealous? You do realize you're not the centre of the universe, I hope? *]] [[Commander|> I still feel like I'm being deceived... *]] [[Changeling|> The choice has been made... Now everything's been resolved.]] [[Aglaya|> No. Don't ask again. You'll see for yourself soon enough. *]] [[Daniil|> I've stolen it for myself. *]] [[Artemy|> You're a destroyer. You have a cold heart. You can't fully fathom even the true beauty of that Tower of mirrors, whose nature still eludes you...]]

Inquisitor: And why have you come to me? I know all I need to know about you now, Plague Incarnate. [[> I'd like to tell you about a most amazing thing... *]] > I think I know a way out... But I'm going to need your participation.

Inquisitor: Really? That's sweet. Will you tell me? Not that it matters, of course... [[> We can preserve this town. The army will leave. There won't have to be any destruction. *]] > Why doesn't it matter?

Inquisitor: Wait. You're speaking too fast. I have different concerns at the moment. Actually it's good that you're here. Can you run one final errand for me -- and then tell me about your decision? The business I have at hand is urgent. [[> What is this?]]

Inquisitor: Give this package to kind Bachelor Dankovsky. It says inside that he's been stripped of all authority and is accused of high treason. Should he open it in front of you and ask you what he is to do, advise him to shoot himself. [[> Why so? I thought you were friends...]]

Inquisitor: What? Friends? No, of course not! The Bachelor has become no less formidable of an enemy of the town than Lady Sand Pest. [[> But why?]]

Inquisitor: You see, this town is a coherent structure or, if you like, a living organism. It's both, depending on the observer. It's like a sequence of interconnected organs or, more exactly still, a clockwork mechanism. But as soon as a foreign object is introduced, everything begins to crumble... [[> But what does the Bachelor have to do with it?]]

Inquisitor: Bachelor Dankovsky has had the audacity to question this obvious truth. Apparently, he intends to destroy the human settlement -- that is, the town proper, an administrative and social constituent unit of our country -- for the sake of a chimaeric abomination! I'm going to stop him. [[> I'm telling you, I know a way to avoid anything that's been constructed here! *]] > There won't have to be any sacrifices, Inquisitor. Take my word for it.

Inquisitor: Whatever; just give the package to the Bachelor. We'll talk when you come back. [[> All right. Give me the package. *]] > What if there's poison in there or something like that? No, I'm not going to...

Inquisitor: I must say, though, that I don't have the slightest idea where he's to be found now. I suppose his new ally is better informed of his plans. [[> What new ally?]]

Inquisitor: Who but the iron-toothed General Ashes! The two destroyers now sing in uniron. Getting half a million people killed is like putting a squiggle on paper to them. [[> Don't worry. I'll find the Bachelor.]]

Inquisitor: He's the one who needs to worry. Not me. [[> ...]]

Commander: Why are you here? [[> I need to see the Bachelor. Is he with you? *]] > It's very important.

Commander: No. He's not here. And I wouldn't advise you to follow him where he's gone. [[> And where is that? *]] > So there's been a revolt within the ranks?

Commander: The mutineers have captured some architect, one Andrey Stamatin. Your Bachelor took the news to heart and decided to get him out. [[> And... where is all that happening? The mutiny? *]] > Are there many of these mutineers?

Commander: They've seized a cannon and are holding position next to it. All of the mutineers are there now, except the ones who are busy looting. But don't you dare go there; they'll sort it out without you. [[> And what about you? *]] > No. I'm going. My faith protects me.

Commander: I'm gathering those who've stayed true to their oath. As soon as I restore order among my troops, we'll launch an operation to retake the cannon. I'll personally lead the loyal units. [[> It will be too late! They'll have shot the Bachelor!]]

Commander: I have no other choice. I'm in charge of maintaining order, and I have my own orders to follow. Moreover, my intuition is telling me that Bachelor Dankovsky will make it out of there alive. He's not the type to let himself get shot in the head easily. [[> How can you say something like that?]]

Soldier: Who are you? Are you here on an errand? [[> No! I'm Clara. I heal people. *]] > Yes. I'm here on an errand.

Soldier: Listen, we have a wounded officer. They've taken cover behind those boulders there, but he's got hit by two bullets. He might bleed to death... [[> I'll dress his wounds. *]] > Anything can be fixed. Wait here.

Soldier: Where do you think you're going! Stay here, don't poke out. Reinforcements are on their way; we're going to push them back. [[> Your commander is wounded. There will be no reinforcements. *]] > There is too little time.

Officer: Deftly done! I suppose I shouldn't ask too many questions. Thank you. Are you a sister of mercy? [[> And I will ask questions! Will you answer them candidly and without prejudice? *]] > Exactly! There's no better way to describe what I do.

Officer: I will. Just be quick with them, please. [[> I've heard you executed an architect, Andrey Stamatin. A man in a bright raincoat. Had this big motley handkerchief always hanging out of his pocket.]]

Officer: We haven't executed anyone. It's what the mutineers do. But perhaps they didn't have enough time. They'd been in the middle of an execution and broke it off when we engaged them. [[> Do you know who I'm talking about? *]] > Why are the mutineers executing townsfolk?

Officer: I do. I think he was among the survivors. When the fighting had begun, I saw him with this... aide to the Inquisitor. This Bachelor. The architect looked pale and was holding his side. The Bachelor must have walked him home. [[> Do you know where that is?]]

Officer: Yes. You're in luck. Just yesterday, I went there to arrest one of them. They're twin brothers, right? The place is over there by the river. Right behind the checkpoint. [[> Thank you!]]

Andrey Stamatin: I'm not talking to you, Changeling. And I'll advise my brother against it too. [[> I just need you to tell me a few things about the Polyhedron, Andrey. *]] > So you don't trust me? But I've changed... > You're mistaking me for someone else... just as you did back then.

Andrey Stamatin: You can see for yourself that it's the acme of all human achievement. The Tower is no chimera, no oddity, no trick -- whatever heartless Daniil might think! It was made for people; it is needed by people; it has no meaning without people! [[> Why the shouting? Why are you passionate about it?]]

Andrey Stamatin: Because he wants to leave it in a void, an icy solitude... like a uniqe butterfly preserved in formalin, pinned to the Steppe like to a piece of cardboard! No, I don't want that to happen! Who needs a victory like that... [[> Don't despair, Andrey... You're making a mistake by not trusting me. *]] > I will be able to change the Bachelor's mind.

Peter Stamatin: The Bachelor will tell you everything... I can't talk right now... [[> What is it, this Polyhedron of yours? *]] > I see you don't trust me... > I've already spoken to him! It's you I want to listen to now...

Peter Stamatin: What would I talk about it? What do you know about miracles? You say that you can perform them yourself, that you are yourself a power capable of making miracles an everyday occurence; well, others aren't like that! Rarely do we get a chance to impossible happen. [[> I want to save your Tower... *]] > I've been inside. What is it? Who are you harbouring there?

Peter Stamatin: Save it then. Everything's in your hands now. [[> That's why I'm asking you...]]

Peter Stamatin: Much as I'd like to tell you that it's inhabited by my fantasies and my dreams, it would be untrue. Children live there: petty, pathetic, malicious, craving to imitate the grown-ups... But the place improves them, it makes them better, and that's why I don't object... Perhaos one day it will harbour someone's dreams... [[> What's so bad about the children's dreams?]]

Peter Stamatin: Take a look outside. That's what's bad about them... Every child is capable of crossing over to the other side of reality, but few are able to bring back something beautiful, good, and... magical. No, the Tower is not for children... It's for lovers, dreamers, and poets. [[> I believe you, Peter... *]] > Now I understand completely!

Bachelor: How did you get here? [[> I've got bad news from the Inquisitor. You've been stripped of your mandate. I think she's decided to get rid of you. *]] > I can walk through bullets and flames. > Miraculously.

Bachelor: So you're the harbinger of my doom... Or will you give me some advice on how to escape my well-deserved punishment? [[> So it is well-deserved? *]] > You shouldn't ascribe such a role to me.

Bachelor: The Inquisitor won't forgive me for some reason. The only surprising thing is that she found out so soon. I've only just made the decision, and she knows already... That woman is indeed a devil. But in any case, I won't change my decision, even if it costs me my life. [[> And what's your decision?]]

Bachelor: I want to preserve the Polyhedron. And I will preserve it, whatever it takes. [[> Why? *]] > And Aglaya wants it destroyed?

Bachelor: Because for the first time in human history, a structure has been built which -- owing as much to engineering calculation as to a favourable concourse of circumstances -- possesses a miraculous capacity for influencing the human consciousness. It can, if you like, store the dreams of children. [[> How is that possible? *]] > A dream can't be made real. The fulfillment of a wish will always be a bitter parody of a dream. Such is the law.

Bachelor: That's the thing; this tower makes the impossible possible. I didn't believe it either until I saw it for myself. But the fact remains. The children are unanimous in insisting that the Tower reproduces the very spirit which turns childhood into the happiest time of a human life. > If that's true, it's indeed a miracle... [[> I've been inside that tower. It's empty. Tell me, is that an illusion? *]]

Bachelor: Yes! The elusive dreamworlds, the magical lands of fantasy, the first loves, the childhood games with their heroic deeds, their sieges and charges, escapes and transfigurations -- it condenses them into a nodule of energy inside itself, which, being the creation of a child's fantasy, assumes an independent existence. [[> What does that mean? I don't understand... *]] > ... I can't believe it's you talking! Where's your usual skepticism?

Bachelor: Yes, this is a dream one can come back to. A fantasy unfolding in front of your eyes. A miracle that can be touched and held. There, inside it, things that are fleeting gifts in ordinary life can be captured. [[> A miracle can't be touched and held. It's the law! *]] > A tower like that should not be destroyed.

Bachelor: I'm asking you for a postponement. I know how to preserve the Polyhedron. Everything else here will have to be destroyed -- but the Polyhedron can be saved. Tell Aglaya you haven't found me, and I'll find arguments to convince the Commander. He'll let the Polyhedron be with a clear conscience: the epidemic won't return if the Tower stands. [[> And you can prove it to him?]]

Bachelor: Give me more time, and tomorrow I'll give you a package containing arguments for the Commander. [[> All right. Have it your way. I'll tell Aglaya I haven't found you. *]] > No. I'm not going to give you more time. Take this package, it's for you. Die, Bachelor; such is your fate.

Bachelor: Wait! Then help me get rid of an enemy who's about to present Aglaya with a fateful argument which will leave the Commander with no choice but too raze the Polyhedron! [[> Who's that?]]

Bachelor: Burakh, the Haruspex. He's due to finish some gruesome business today. If he succeeds, he and Aglaya will deceive Block. That is to say, Aglaya will do all the actual deceiving. Burakh is a blind tool of hers, just like I was until recently. [[> Why is he dangerous?]]

Bachelor: They'll preserve the toxic town for the sake of saving Aglaya, and raze the Polyhedron in order to have... a culprit's head to present the Powers That Be with. They'll say the cause has been eliminated. Find him and stop him! [[> All right. You have convinced me. *]] > Go do it yourself. If you've been able to save people from the firing squad, you'll have no trouble getting rid of the Haruspex.

Haruspex: And what do you want? Forgot something? [[> Someone wants you dead, Artemy Burakh. Tell me, what do you intend to do now? *]] > Yes. > I walk where I want.

Haruspex: Are you the harbinger of my death? Well, that won't make yo change my plans. I'm going to the Abattoir. Foreman Oyun is awaiting me for the final trial. I don't expect to survive it anyway. But you have promised to help, haven't you? [[> Who, me?]]

Haruspex: One of us is an idiot, right? > Definitely not me. [[> I promised to help? *]]

Haruspex: You've just been here and said you know what trickery the Foreman has prepared for me. You've promised you'll be waiting where the Foreman will have told me to go, and help me defeat him. [[> What did Foreman Oyun tell you yesterday? *]] > That wasn't me. Tell me what the matter is.

Haruspex: I want to ask the Foreman about the mysteries concealed in the ritual of bovine sacrifice. I feel I have no other way to access those mysteries than by taking the Foreman's place. Oyun will not give up his power without a fight. We're going to fight to the death. [[> Do you think Foreman Oyun is one of the Bound?]]

Haruspex: Doubtlessly. [[> He is a bad man, isn't he?]]

Haruspex: I suspect he is a double-crossing murderer and usurper. That's why I can wish death upon him with a clear conscience. > No! I don't want anybody to die! And I need Oyun alive, too. I'm going to see him. [[> Don't rush into a fight with him. I'll go to the Abattoir and settle your dispute. *]]

Haruspex: You change your plans quickly. A short while ago you were much more bloodthirsty. I'll waste no time. My destiny awaits me at the Abattoir. I'm going to face it with an open heart. [[> Wait until the day ends. We'll see each other at the Abattoir.]]

The Foreman of the Abattoir: I bow to thee, Mistress. You have come to take my life. I am prepared to sacrifice it. [[> Did you call me Mistress?]]

The Foreman of the Abattoir: Warden Burakh and Oynon Rubin have told me of your miracles. She who can turn the blood of the children of Suok into the blood of Bos Primigenius is worthy of being titled our Mistress. [[> So you're prepared to give your life? Why?]]]

The Foreman of the Abattoir: If you transform my blood with your hands, I'll part without regret with the life that I have lived and tainted. Let the good that comes out of my death give a meaning to my wasted life. [[> Why do you say so?]]

The Foreman of the Abattoir: I say what I say and do what I do because I, Oyun, have failed to perform the rite and to carry the burden I took upon myself. I am not worthy of living. Many among the Bound would tell you the same. [[> Many?]]

The Foreman of the Abattoir: Yes. When they have agreed to give you their blood for transformation into the panacea, the Kin will help you put that blood to use. You will have at your disposal the skills of the butchers, of all who know the lines, and the Abattoir itself -- Suok's womb. Burakh will not oppose it. [[> What makes you sure they'll agree?]]

The Foreman of the Abattoir: A Mistress needs not ask. They have already accepted their fate. Let them serve their lady, the Mistress of the Humble. If you find several of such Bound, who won't resent having to give up their meaningless lives, you will create enough vital humours to keep the town alive. Do you agree to take and transform my blood? [[> Yes, if such is your desire. *]] > No. I don't want to.

Haruspex: What are you doing here, spirit? [[> I've talked to the Foreman. You need to hear this: he's resigning and will soon hand his powers over to you. *]] > I'm not a spirit. I'm human.

Haruspex: Did you make him do it? > Yes. [[> I am a mere instrument of fate. *]]

Haruspex: Why did he do it? > Because everyone has a preordainment to fulfill. His is to be a sacrificial victim. [[> Because everyone has a preordainment to fulfill. Yours is to preside over the Kin. *]]

Haruspex: You've turned out to be much more powerful than I thought. Why did you do this? [[> Tell me what you're intending to do, Burakh.]]

Haruspex: I must make a blood sacrifice. But I haven't settled on one yet. I don't know who it was meant to be. I must decide. That moment is probably inevitable, and it will come soon. [[> You are a slave of the inevitable, Burakh, while I am its Mistress. Tell me what your intentions are, and I'll help you. *]] > Dankovsky said Aglaya and you had agreed to tear down the Polyhedron.

Haruspex: I only want one thing, and that's to heal the town. The destruction of the Polyhedron was necessary, seeing as I never hoped I would defeat the Foreman. [[> But that wasn't what happened. So what now? *]] > How were you going to save the town? It's infected and dangerous -- a cancer in the body of our country.

Haruspex: I know how to make a panacea out of blood and herbs. The trouble is that the right blood is very rarely found in nature. You shouldn't hate this town. It's beautiful. It hasn't lost its bond with the Earth. It combines incompatible things. Different eras linger in it alongside each other. There are no towns like this anymore... and there'll hardly ever be again... [[> Take heart. I'll give you blood that is like the blood you seek. *]] > But I loathe this town, Burakh. I want it to die.

Haruspex: Where are you going to get it from? > Ask Stakh Rubin about it. [[I transform blood with my hands. I'm a miracle-worker, Burakh. *]]

Haruspex: Yes, that sounds true enough. I believe you. What would you have me do? [[> Promise me that when you become head of the Kin, you'll help me by creating as much panacea as will be needed to contain the disease.]]

Haruspex: If this will save my town, I hereby agree. Tomorrow I'll be able to back it up with arguments for Aglaya. She must submit a report on the decision reached, in order to avoid being executed. [[> Is that so?]]

Haruspex: Yes. So tell Aglaya. Let her in on your plan. I think she'll accept it. [[> Alright. I'll do it. *]] > Have your arguments ready by tomorrow.

Inquisitor: Yeah? What do you want? [[> Inquisitor Aglaya Lilich! I have a better solution than the one suggested by the Haruspex and the Bachelor. Now I know it for certain. It all fits. *]] > No, nothing. > Nothing... Except... I've cleansed the Skinner district.

Inquisitor: Well now, say what you have to say, instrument of the Law. [[> There's a way to preserve the town! It's hard to believe, but I'm certain of it. The disease will continue to exist too -- but it will become completely harmless! It will be tamed, just like smallpox. I'll do this with my hands. I'm going to stay here. We can inoculate people. And people will survive.]]

Inquisitor: I don't understand yet. [[> Doctor Rubin has conducted a scientific study. He as ascertained that the plague hasn't killed Simon Kain after all. Simon's blood contained corpuscles that had made the disease harmless. When I heal someone with my hands, their blood becomes like that too.]]

Inquisitor: So you're going to cure everyone as they get infected? I wonder how you'll manage it with a population of many thousand at this rate of contagion! Or the entire country's population if the disease escapes from the town. [[> No, no... Of course I won't be enough. All the more because the blood needs to be predisposed... But there are people with this kind of blood who've agreed to... spend themselves entirely on vaccines for everyone else. I'll show them to you tomorrow!]]

Inquisitor: So you're saying you'll be able to maintain this fateful, this unnatural blend and even create a possibility for -- oh my God -- its further development through periodic transformation of some townspeople's blood, with a subsequent slaughtering of these people after the manner of what was done to Simon? [[> Yes. That's correct. *]] > I didn't quite understand... But it looks like it.

Inquisitor: Are you really imagining yourself a miracle-worker? [[> I can perform a miracle. No one else can, which is why no one else has thought of the same plan. Everyone believes miracles to be impossible.]]

Inquisitor: Another one... Nina was enough! She, too, used to sing about miracles, and ended up turning the town into a pagan altar. You'd like to set up a bloody conveyor line in which you will hold the key position, right? I won't let that happen! [[> But ...]]

Inquisitor: Enough! No more of this talk! Why are you so blind? Another obsessed idiot dragging thousands of victims into the very same trap! No, no... enough! Help me destroy the Polyhedron or leave the town at once -- or else I'll have you executed! [[> But why destroy when everything can be preserved?]]

Inquisitor: It's the Powers That Be who want to preserve everything; that's the reason there's an epidemic. Who do you think you are? You're no miracle-worker. You are an avatar of the Sand Plague. Do you understand? But instead of acting as an honest instrument of the Law, you have stolen the fate of another. [[> So that's why I'm a thief?]]

Inquisitor: That's why you're a thief. You're guilty of the theft of your own fate. You were never to try on this halo. It's as absurd as a hangman playing the miraculous rescuer while the execution is already ongoing. [[> Now I understand everything... *]] > Awesome!

Inquisitor: I'm giving you an hour to leave the town, you little scum. I'm banishing the plague from this place, thereby accomplishing my mission. Out! And don't you dare look for a protector; no one's going to help you now. [[> We'll see... *]] > Oh no... Anything but that...

Commander: Why are you here? [[> The Inquisitor has ordered me to leave the town before the end of today. *]] > It's very important.

Commander: Why on earth did she do that? [[> I've come up with a way to keep this town intact. All three of its parts, all three towns: the town of beasts, the town of men, and the town of children... But she said that as long as she's alive, that won't happen.]]

Commander: And no surprise. So you've defied her plans? [[> I think I have... She's bent on destroying the Polyhedron.]]

Commander: Yes... And the Bachelor was going to rescue this architect precisely in order to find out whether the tower's brittle groundwork could withstand the bombardment if we had to level the residential areas... [[> I know a way to preserve the town! But I need more time... a day at the very least.]]

Commander: Indeed? This once again confirms that I was right about you. This is how a divine messenger would behave. I am your protector. Tell me what you want. [[> I know of a number of people who have already resigned to their impending death. They even believe they deserve it. All I need is to find several volunteers among the Bound.]]

Commander: How many do you need? [[> Seven, at least.]]

Commander: I could put not seven, but seventy-seven men at your disposal. [[> No... for one thing, they have to be Bound. Not all people are the same. These ones... have a rare blood type. *]] > All of these people will have to die. Furthermore, their free consent to it will be required.

Commander: Go and look for the ones you need then. I'll order my soldiers to defend you, should anyone dare make an attempt at your life. It's a shame that so few have remained loyal -- and there'll be even less after we crush the revolt completely. But we will persevere! Afterwards, come back to me and tell me if you've been successful. [[> You don't want to destroy the town, do you? *]] > Why should I come back?

Commander: No. I don't. I'm prepared to sacrifice my career in order to avoid razing and killing this town. [[> Why ?]]

Commander: I was born and raised in a town like this one. Firing at it is torture for me. But that isn't the main reason... [[> I'm surprised to hear you talk like that...]]

Commander: Everything in this town is precious. This place is symbolic. That which is below has left our world for good -- having turned into lifeless bones, into museum pieces. That which is above will never come around again. It's a potential future that I don't want to lose. [[> How do you know?]]

Commander: The Haruspex has demonstrated the former to me, and the Bachelor, the latter. Written into this town is the destiny of our entire country. And I feel that the Creator is watching me now, as I'm making this choice. The part I am to play in the fate of this town will have an effect on the part I am to play in the fate of our country. [[> I have felt the same. *]] > Everything will be all right.

Lara Ravel: Clara? [[> Lara, listen to me. I am the harbinger of your death. You can choose what it will be like. *]] > Don't cry. Wipe your tears.

Lara Ravel: What, do I have to pack my things? I'm going to be executed, right? [[> No, Lara. No one wants you to die, not even I. But it can't be avoided. Will you agree to sacrifice yourself for the people's sake and be glorified as a champion of faith? *]] > So you're expecting to be sentenced to death... Tell me, would you like to die the same way as your father, Captain Ravel?

Lara Ravel: Yes. That is exactly how I'd like to die. Perhaps it will further convince people of our family's nobleness. [[> I shall lay my hands on you and give you a chance to die like Simon Kain died -- if you agree, like he did, to give your blood to those in thirst.]]

Lara Ravel: Was that really how Simon died? [[> Yes. A drop of his blood is coursing through the veins of every person saved from the disease with a shot of the "white vaccine".]]

Lara Ravel: A good death. By what time do I have to have made up my mind? [[> By tomorrow, Lara, as far as making up your mind goes. As for the dying, it will be when the time comes for your sacrifice. So do you agree?]]

Lara Ravel: I agree. [[> And you won't go back on your promise tomorrow?]]

Lara Ravel: No. Don't you trust my word? [[> I do, Lara. Farewell.]]

Katerina Saburova: I feel uneasy... [[> Katerina! Listen to me. I am the harbinger of your death. You can choose what it will be like. *]] > Everything will be fine.

Katerina Saburova: Let me take a good look at you again, my dear girl... Yes. It's all happened as preordained... And not at all as I anticipated... Yet again, I have nothing to reproach fate for. All the signs are in place. A young Mistress... My successor... How must I go? > Would you like to die as a criminal ruler that led thousands of people to their deaths with her false prophecies? [[> Would you like to die as a martyr and a champion of faith? Would you like to save thousands of lives instead of the thousands of lost lives you bear the blame for? *]] > I'm not your successor!

Katerina Saburova: Yes, I would... [[> I shall lay my hands on you and give you a chance to die like Simon Kain died -- if you agree, like he did, to give your blood to those in thirst .]]

Katerina Saburova: Then I shall depart into the land of shadows not as a fiend fooled by a rat, but as a martyr who has pair for her sins with blood that can heal? I agree. It's a dignified death. Do what you must. [[> It won't happen right now. But soon enough.]]

Katerina Saburova: Whatever you say, my dear girl... [[> Do you agree? *]] > No! I've changed my mind! Forget we ever had this conversation!

Katerina Saburova: I do. When you become the ruler -- be kind and fair. Stay true to yourself. Don't take the path Nina took. Work your miracles if you can... And don't yield to temptations. [[> And you won't go back on your promise tomorrow? *]] > That is exactly what will happen.

Katerina Saburova: Of course not... silly girl... [[> Till tomorrow then, Katerina!]]

Alexander Saburov: I'm tired... [[> Listen to me... I am the harbinger of your death. You can choose what it will be like. *]] > Wait just a little more. > Sleep... father -- as I so wish I could call you!

Alexander Saburov: Yes. Everyone must pay their dues. It is fair that you should be the one bringing the news. I have betrayed and renounced you. [[> Why did you do that?]]

Alexander Saburov: Because I had seen in you a sign of my defeat. It was no coincidence that you came to our house: the girl that doomed our entire town. I made one last attemot to avoid that path. I struggled to be defiant. [[> In vain. What's doomed is doomed. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. *]] > You can't say I didn't struggle!

Alexander Saburov: No. Only my duty as a ruler compelled me to act as I have. You may not believe it, but over these days I have grown to love you. I have always wanted so badly to have a daughter... A young Mistress Saburova. [[> You deserve to die. And yet I shall give you a death that will end your path as a ruler with honour, and allow you to fulfil your duty. *]] > Then... perhaps this shouldn't be done. Forget it. I don't want to be the harbinger of your death anymore.

Alexander Saburov: Death will be a welcome way out for me. Your solution will be better than a bullet to the head, will it not? [[> It will. I shall lay my hands on you and give you a chance to die like Simon Kain died -- if you agree, like he did, to give your blood to those in thirst. *]] > No. Let's not do this...

Alexander Saburov: How will it happen? [[> Every drop of your blood will be turned a medicine that can save the town. You will have accomplished your mission as a ruler.]]

Alexander Saburov: It is the best death I could wish for. Better than the most humane mercy. [[> So you agree?]]

Alexander Saburov: I agree. And I am grateful to you. [[> And you won't go back on your promise tomorrow? ]]

Alexander Saburov: Of course. And now excuse me, Clara; I'd like to be alone. [[> Farewell.]]

Anna Angel: I can read my fate in your eyes. [[> Listen to me, Anna. I am the harbinger of your death. You can choose what it will be like. *]] > It may turn out not to be what you think it is.

Anna Angel: I want my death to be painless. Can you make me die without suffering? > Would you like to die a child-murderer? [[> Would you like to die a champion and a martyr? Would you like to save thousands of children's lives? *]]

Anna Angel: Is that even possible? [[> I shall lay my hands on you and give you a chance to die like Simon Kain died -- if you agree, like he did, to give your blood to those in thirst. ]]

Anna Angel: Are you going to take my blood? [[> All of it, Anna. You will feel no pain. Only joy.]]

Anna Angel: I believe you. [[> Do you agree?]]

Anna Angel: If you promise me that my name will be remembered kindly... Let me be remembered as a singer. [[> And you won't go back on your promise tomorrow? ]]

Anna Angel: No. I won't. [[> We'll all die, Anna. Rejoice, for I'm giving you the longest deferment.]]

Aspity: You win. Don't you? [[> Aspity, listen to me. I am the harbinger of your death. You can choose what it will be like. *]] > Yes. I cannot lose.

Aspity: Isn't that a little presumtuous? I may yet be the harbinger of yours... [[> Pointless bravado! Or are you trying to save face?]]

Aspity: No, not at all... Well then, let's get started. Will I have time to curse you before I die? > Depends on what you choose. Would you like to go back into the Earth that you came from, as ashes, bones, and mud, for a shabnak to be moulded out of them later? [[> Depends on what you choose. Would you like, instead of returning to the Earth, to dissolve into the people of the Kin and serve Burakh, its new Foreman? *]]

Aspity: Hey! That sounds attractive. Yes, I'd prefer a death like that to any other. Was it your doing? [[> Yes.]]

Aspity: Tell me what you want from me. [[> I shall lay my hands on you and give you a chance to die like Simon Kain died -- if you agree, like he did, to give your blood to those in thirst.]]

Aspity: What does Simon have to do with it? A human who tried on the head of Bos will forever remain human... even if the head did fit. I'm already flesh of his flesh. Are you going to give me his blood too? [[> I can see in your eyes that you know the answer already.]]

Aspity: I do. Well, such is my fate, it seems. Will the sacrifice be made the moment you lay your hands on me? [[> I won't let you get away. So do you agree?]]

Aspity: Do I have a choice, Mistress? I can't escape you... > You do have a choice. The sacrifice must be voluntary, or it will be pointless. [[> Still, tell me, Aspity... Are you really Earthborn? Are you really a magical being fashioned from clay? *]]

Aspity: Am I really being asked this by a Mistress? Now what could I answer that would comfort you... No, of course not. I was born and have lives for all these years as a human. Or maybe not -- maybe I've turned into one... I've changed. I was just trying on your laurels. I was, if you like, a kind of vicereine while you were absent. A changeling. [[> A sly answer... And ambiguous.]]

Aspity: I agree regardless. I like this finale. It seems quite natural. [[> You're scaring me. It's the outcome no-one has been able to predict.]]

Bad Grief: Everyone dies, don't we... Each will die as he's lived. Some will ascend, but down is the only direction for others, eh... [[> Listen to me, Grief. I am the harbinger of your death. What it will be like is up to you. *]] > Show me what weapons you've got. > There is always hope.

Bad Grief: I've been expectin' somethin' like that... One can spot a Mistress-to-be from a verst away. Do the speakin' then, I'm all ears. > Do you want to die a thief, a murderer, a profiteer, and a smuggler? [[[> Do you want to die a champion, a martyr, and a saviour to your people? *]]

Bad Grief: Yes, Mistress. That's exactly how I'd like to die... like I ever could. [[> I'm going to lay my hands on you and give you a chance to die as Simon Kain died -- if you agree to sate the thirsty with your blood, like he did.]]

Bad Grief: Simon? Simon was a demigod. His blood... I've heard from Stakh about his blood. His was no blood of a human. There's blue blood, and then there's... silver blood, eh? 'N that's what his was. [[> I'll lay my hands on you, and your veins will be filled with golden and silver and blue blood. Cut yourself and you'll see.]]

Bad Grief: With blood like that, cuttin' myself would be... wasteful. [[> So you agree?]]

Bad Grief: I do... Do I even have a choice? Eh? Indeed... I'll even be grateful to you. [[> And you won't renounce that tomorrow?]]

Bad Grief: I won't, Mistress. [[> You'd better not. Goodbye.]]

Commander: Why are you here? [[> I've found the seven people! *]] > It's very important.

Commander: That quickly? [[> I don't think that was quick. *]] > Yes. I'm quick!

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Commander: You've just been here and said there were sinners in this town, nine in total, who could sacrifice themselves for the cause of obtaining transformed blood. Sadly, you said, some of them were already incurably ill... You even hinted that their disease had been a consequence of your visit. > What? [[> I see... Which of them exactly? *]]

Commander: You named names: Rubin, Foreman Oyun, the Saburovs -- I've heard about those -- then... Anna, Yulia, Aspity, Lara, and Grief. You said some of them were ill now. [[> But it wasn't me! *]] > Everything is lost now, isn't it?

Commander: My eyes weren't lying to me. It was you. You described the way you could transform their blood so that it could be used to create a vaccine for the entire population. You... left and came back a quarter of a minute later. [[> No... It was her again! My abhorrent doppelganger. It was she who infected my Bound!]]

Commander: Tomorrow, you'll have time to bring them back to life. [[> It's the only hope I have left...]]

Commander: Why are you here? [[> I've found the Bachelor and warned him. He'll be here soon. *]] > It's very important.

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Commander: Ah! Excellent, excellent! The only good news in the last three hours. Clara, you truly are my guardian angel. [[> No, don't call me that...|home]] end day 11

Lara Ravel: I bow to thee, Mistress of the Earth... [[> What's on your mind, Lara? *]] > I'll tell you when your time comes. > Rue not what is to come, for it is a blessing.

Lara Ravel: Oh... Nothing really... Tell me, how much life-giving blood will you be able to make from me? How many doses will it be? [[> No less than a hundred and fifty, I believe. And according to Rubin, anything up to five hundred. *]] > I don't know, Lara. Time will tell. Isn't it the same to you?

Lara Ravel: Oh... that's a lot. Even in a lifetime of relentless activity, I could never have saved or... or created that many people. [[> Lara, Lara... Why you too? How did you of all people end up among the wicked? *]] > You mean given birth to? I thought it wasn't something you wanted.

Lara Ravel: Self-sacrifice is something one must go about competently. I was incompetent. [[> That's just nonsense!]]

Lara Ravel: Simon failed too. That's why you're making the decisions and not him... Or are you him now? [[> Are you raving?]]

Lara Ravel: No one is more similar than you and Simon. Even we, the Bound, are mere playthings, while you are Humans. With a capital H. Such as I could never have given birth to even if I had got married. [[> Did you want to? ]]

Yulia Lyuricheva: I bow to thee, Mistress of the Earth... [[> Do you have any... parting words for me? You're an observer of people -- so what do your calculations indicate? *]] > I'll tell you when your time comes. > You're making fun of me, right? That's not good. You shouldn't...

Yulia Lyuricheva: Wait. Give yourself a moment's pause. Are you sure you want to know what my research has yielded? You see... whether or not you take my calculations seriously, the moment you learn the results you will have no choice but to act them out. This is merely my way of seeing the matter, though... So, what do you say? Would you like to set off this trip-wire of mine? [[> I do. It won't do me any harm. In my humble opinion. *]] > ... Actually, you know what? No. I don't want to. You're right.

Yulia Lyuricheva: You remain an indefinite value. As such, you have walked the road that lies behind you. Your refusal to be categorized was your strongest weapon. However, this advantage will be stripped from you as soon as you permutate into a constant. And, frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if that happens before the day is over. What kind of a value you will become? That's the only actual choice you have. [[> I'm not Constance. I'm Clara. *]] > I don't like you! I find you even worse than Grief!

Lara Ravel: Sort of... Not really, but I'd often think about it at night. No point in hiding my sins anymore. But that was all a pipe dream. Go ahead, do what you must. Poor thing, I'm so sorry for you. I wouldn't want to carry your burden. Terrifying to bear, yet it would be wrong to refuse it. [[> Please, that's no sin at all! You deserve solace. *]] > Yes. I'd gladly have taken your place. But I can't refuse to play my terrifying part anymore.

Yulia Lyuricheva: This is of no importance. Don't try to translate your perplexity into a language that is legible to us. Cease this wordplay of yours. Didn't you see everyone disappear? You won't see anything but raw vectors now, lines along which your effort may be applied... Well, really... [[> Why did our paths cross, Yulia? Why are you one of the criminals and the wicked?]]

Yulia Lyuricheva: I don't qualify as wicked, but you can call me criminal... in a way. Just don't conflate the two. You see, I am of the opinion that it was your duty to end us. Didn't I just tell you, there are no people anymore? Symbols is all that we have left. We all represent opportunities that you have missed... the nine ways to get swallowed by the deathly quagmire. [[> What? ]]

Yulia Lyuricheva: You should be grateful to me for having replaced you. Otherwise it would have been you -- and not me -- to rot in this desolate place I am consigned to. You would have been left hanging by your strings... > I'd have been glad to trade places with you. But I wasn't given the choice! [[> You wanted to rule over people's fates too... I understand. *]]

Stanislav Rubin: I bow to thee, Mistress of the Earth... [[> Tell me, what's it going to be like -- when, you know, the time comes? *]] > I'll tell you when your time comes. > Why talk like that? You've helped me. Who would I be without you?

Stanislav Rubin: Do you want the exact details? [[> I'm going to have to settle down here, aren't I?]]

Stanislav Rubin: Block is inviting you to come along. He'd like to take you away with his army, right? [[> That's not the issue... *]] > Let's get straight to the point. How many years will one person last us?

Stanislav Rubin: But you can be in both places at once, can't you? Such is your nature. You'll stay here with us forever, and at the same time, you'll go to war... alongside Block and his army. Your nature could easily allow there to be two of you. > Don't bring that up again! I'm not the plague! [[> You're talking about spiritual grace, right? Whereas I'm talking about myself.]]

Stanislav Rubin: Well then... This is how I see it. We will need to be vigilant at all times. As soon as there's a new outbreak somewhere, we will board up that house at once -- or that district, if need be; thankfully it can be done, given the peculiar town planning here... My master did that five years ago. You will immediately pick someone from among your Bound and-- [[> What if they refuse to become a donor? *]] > How long will one person last us?

Stanislav Rubin: They won't. Once they've given consent, they'll stay true to their word. Or else our being Bound would amount to nothing. [[> So you think all I have to do is just lay my hands on them once, and it will be done?]]

Stanislav Rubin: I don't think once will be enough. And you'll have to do it in public, to avoid rumours and speculations. At any rate, I'll make the extracts and see what happens. We'll try this and that. > Ugh! That sounds a bit too... mechanical, for lack of a better word... [[> All right, Stakh. I've understood your plan. You're going to have to be the last in that chain. *]]

Bad Grief: I bow to thee, Mistress of the Earth... [[> Not out of fear, I hope? *]] > I'll tell you when your time comes. > I don't want you to bow to me.

Bad Grief: Out of love, lil' tot... Pure love, all white 'n crunchy like freshly starched linen 'n all... C'mon, think about it: who do I got to go fearin'? No one. For, as you've most correctly guessed, I ain't feared Barley too. 'N the fear, you'd ask? Just for show. Although I do fear myself, I suppose... > That's true. We have no one to fear except ourselves. [[> ... Have you really changed so much? Then for this alone, these twelve days have been worth living. *]]

Bad Grief: Back then, y'see, you figured out the sheer scale of my nastiness, just how much of a villain I was, didntcha? And then you just froze in place -- 'n my heart sank 'n I thought, so much for ever being forgiven. That's a lil' tot that's gonna condemn me. But you didn't -- you forgave me; and I was never the same again. I'd be happy to give my life for you now! I swear to God 'n my own accord! [[> Happy? Honestly? *]] > Good. Your atonement will be your salvation. Wait for me to come for you.

Bad Grief: You won't find a more faithful servant from now on, no ma'am! For I have repented. All my cutthroats would die for you too! What is your command, Mistress? My life for you! Me -- becomin' like Simon -- could I even have imagined...? But even the old man could never become someone like you. [[> Please! Stop talking like that! *]] > Repent, repent... You've all still got time to see if your new sentiment is sincere.

Bad Grief: Eh... Who are we when you come to think about it? What are we? A bunch of walking corpses, we are, condemned to death the moment we're born; a bunch of dolls in the hands of the powers that be. Eh? And you two, you're the real humans. But he, Simon, was a proud human, y'see? 'Twas for our sake that he'd made himself into what he was... And you, holy dove; you have surpassed him -- for our sake as well. [[> Have I really? We don't know that yet. *]] > Don't say things like that! It's the kind of talk that leads one astray.

Aspity: I bow to you, Mistress of the Earth... [[> Well... sister. It's time to say our farewells. *]] > I'll tell you when your time comes. > You're the only one I don't feel sorry for. You're a thing. "A thing that comes in the dark..."

Aspity: So it is... Can't say I'm not glad. > Why? Everybody's glad to see me. [[> Tell me, would you like to trade places with me? *]]

Aspity: Oh yes! I wanted it to be me -- me striding across the town in triumph; me going from house to house, carrying death on my black wings; me choosing who deserved retribution... An enviable role, that. But look at what I've become instead -- a slave to the Kin, a household familiar, a keeper of relics. > That's not true! I'm not like that! I chose a different fate for myself... [[> Isn't that something to be proud of? *]]

Aspity: I was saving that seat of power for a worthy successor -- but I couldn't save that successor's subjects. You've killed them! [[> I've saved who I could. And I will save even more!]]

Aspity: Come on! What's done is done. It's not like one could choose one's fate retroactively, or change that part of it which has already been fulfilled... [[> One could. I can. That's what these things called miracles are about. *]] > You'll never understand that. That's why you are a mere thing, Aspity.

Anna Angel: I bow to thee, Mistress of the Earth... [[> Look at me, Anna. You're afraid, aren't you? *]] > I'll tell you when your time comes. > Poor thing, your eyes are all swollen... Have you been crying?

Anna Angel: Look at me, Clara! Why did I chance to cross your path? What do you think? Could it be so that I could sing an ode to fear and give you a vivid example of what that leads to? [[> Why are you talking like that all of a sudden? What's the matter with you? Or is someone hiding behind that curtain over there? *]] > Would you say that's why you've ended up among the wicked?

Anna Angel: I am an embodiment of fear. I live in a world that's made of fear entirely. I may not have become a singer, but I've become the voice of Fear. And fear has an unpleasant voice... shrill, whiny, capricious, utterly unmusical... [[> So, if you're like that, why did our paths cross?]]

Anna Angel: Probably to prevent you from becoming like me. A voice -- an entrancing voice, sweet as a dream and beckoning, is what you and I have in common. Do you understand? That's where we intersect! Not the Caravan, not at all! Forget the Caravan! > I have already... [[> You, on the other hand, won't stop thinking about it! You're hiding something, Anna! You're still hiding something. What is this Caravan? How did it get here? *]]

Anna Angel: Ask the Powers That Be. You've already paid them a visit, haven't you? They'll tell you... What the plague is for and what the Caravan is for. It's their games! [[> Fair enough, fair enough... Which means it's not all that important in the end.]]

Anna Angel: So... is it going to hurt a lot? When is my turn? [[> Would you like to be the first or the last? *]] > I don't know. But I think not. A brief moment of pain, and then you'll attain the eternal life, dissolving in a multitude of hearts.

Anna Angel: ... Last. Or not -- I suppose it's better to get it over with at once! No, wait... I'll tell you later, all right? Better still, just sneak in unnoticed sometime. Will you? Maybe it's better if we do it that way? [[> Maybe. I'll come after you forget about this. *]] > Goodbye, Anna.

Katerina Saburova: I bow to thee, Mistress of the Earth... [[> For as long as you're alive, you'll remain the Mistress. It's I who bow to you. *]] > I'll tell you when your time comes. > Don't talk like that, mother -- as if I were a stranger to you.

Katerina Saburova: Heed my final advice, dear daughter... Be smart. Don't repeat my mistakes! You will not be alone here. Maria is ascending to the fullness of her powers -- right now, at the same time as you -- whilst Capella, the tardy one, will take a few more years to awaken. Do you understand what this means? [[> No, not quite... What? *]] > Maria will not awaken. And Capella... I don't think she will either.

Katerina Saburova: A period of your antagonism with Maria is beginning. Along what lines will it be? Which of you will be the good one, and which one wicked? Will it be up to the Kains once again to determine the meaning of good and evil? How are you to take the good path if Maria doesn't choose the evil one...? [[> Why divide everything into good and evil right away? Could that have been your mistake? Our mistake...]]

Katerina Saburova: That was what I thought -- when I chose my own dark path... I thought the conflict was not between good and evil, that neither good nor evil existed... That wasn't true! For it is in the nature of humans to translate even a dichotomy of red and green into the language of good battling evil. We are doomed to make choices... > But did you really choose evil? [[> No, mother... That's not what the ongoing battle is about. Trust me, good and evil do not and will not exist today... Even if the town is laid waste to! *]]

Alexander Saburov: I bow to thee, Mistress of the Earth... [[> I'm not yet sure I'll want to accept that title. *]] > I'll tell you when your time comes. > Don't say that... father! And forgive me like I've forgiven you.

Alexander Saburov: A Mistress is not a title. Once you have crossed a certain line, you become the person everything hinges on. How you will use this gift is a different matter. But you are no longer in a position to refute it. So what disposition are you going to make of our town? [[> Do you have any parting advice to give me? *]] > I don't want to use that gift. I'm just leaving.

Alexander Saburov: You are truly a saint... Or could my reason be so clouded with grief that I fail to hear the sarcasm in your voice? No, I wouldn't want to think so. Do you really want to hear a few behests from me? [[> Yes. I'll do what you weren't able to do, father. After all, the adverse fortunes that marred your brief tenure as a ruler were quite extraordinary... *]] > ... I was joking, of course. You'd probably be no better as an advisor than you were as a ruler.

Alexander Saburov: Then I will be concise. First: find someone among the Kains or the Olgimskys on whom you could rely on as yourself. Let them preside over the Bull Project, let them send reports to the Capital! Metropolitan bureaucrats are the greatest menace. They doze off when the freight trains arrive on schedule -- but wake up the moment something goes wrong. [[> Why is that a threat for us? *]] > Ha ha! So everything's been all right until now? I'm sure the bureaucrats still don't know a thing...

Alexander Saburov: They will not let us build out life the way it was intended. The brittle magic of our community will be trampled underfoot. Our erstwhile blissful existence will be irrevocably gone. Everything will be completely different. New people will arrive, and the deadening power of the state will lay down its own Law here! Do not let that happen... as we didn't let it happen before. [[> Will I be able to do it? *]] > Are bureaucrats that easy to mislead?

Alexander Saburov: You'll do fine! You'll devote yourself to other things; you'll be spinning your yarn... While your chosen regent must be cunning. He must learn to mislead them... to mask our distinctiveness... he must not let them redevelop the North-East line any further east than the Gorkhon estuary... He must be cautious! [[> I understand, father. You're tired. You need some rest now. *]] > I know what to do. Those who favour hard logic and direct action are bound to be misguided. But I can work miracles. And my hands are untied.

Commander: You and I cannot lose. The two will be joined, my power and your conscience. Your purity, Clara. [[> What are you talking about? *]] > Here's hoping.

Commander: Will you leave this place with me? [[> Of course! Where am I to be now if not on the battlefield. *]] > No, my general. I will have to remain here forever. Otherwise, how am I to transform my Bound?

Commander: Exactly. I'm glad you feel the same way as I do. You will help me take power in the country. My army will be at your disposal. Make us a tool in His spear-hand. > How can you not understand... You're living a dream. All of this is a mere haze. You came out of thin air and you'll pass into nothingness. [[> I feel I must do what must be done here. If it is necessary that we are rejoined, we will be when the time is ripe. *]]

Bachelor: Blimey! Look who's here, the demon huntress... I hope you've got your stake of aspen wood with you... And silver, lots of it. [[> You're still a slave to your worldview... *]] > That last part sounded oddly covetous.

Bachelor: Indeed? As it happens, I've discovered the meaning of my freedom. [[> Of course you have. Liar.]]

Bachelor: So listen how my plot's unfolded... As you probably know I've been deceived three times by people I sincerely trusted. First the Powers That Be, then the Inquisitor -- and now, finally, I've found out what the point of the whole affair is. I'm a plaything! And so, undoubtedly, are you. [[> I know already... So what now? I suppose you'll suggest that I leave it to you to decide? *]] > I'm more than a plaything, Bachelor.

Bachelor: Of course! How did you know? [[> What, for your sake? You're a plaything!]]

Bachelor: Of course not... For the town's sake. [[> There are no bachelors and no towns here, blind man! There's just you and I. And you are my past. Meaning that, technically, there's just me and I. *]] > There are no bachelors and no towns here, blind man! There's just you and I. And you are my future that I don't even want to happen. It's dull.

Bachelor: Then the I that's me is the better one. [[> No way, Bachelor.]]

Bachelor: Don't rush to conclusions. I'm on the verge of making my final discovery. In a nutshell, I feel I've been imbued with more meaning than is apparent to me. [[> As if anything could be apparent to you! You're a bodily frame devoid of soul and will; you're not capable of understanding a thing at this point. *]] > Too convoluted, Bachelor. You're that learned fool from vulgar comedies. Try repeating all of that in Latin; you might bring down the house. Goodbye.

Bachelor: Self-denial is the meaning here, silly. Deny yourself and you win. Yes, that's how it is! That's the essence of my discovery. [[> How banal! Even bordering on trite, don't you think? *]] > It was for you. You think that because your nature is evil. It's only fitting that you should reject it.

Bachelor: Isn't that also the essense of your supposed miracle? Assuming, of course, that Rubin described it to me accurately. [[> I can make any miracle happen, Bachelor. That is my essence. *]] > No, Bachelor. It's not that. Goodbye.

Bachelor: Really? Then could you please make it so that I could show up at the Council and present the Commander with arguments in favour of the following arrangement: the corrupt town disappears from the face of the earth, and the Polyhedron stays. It's aseptic and... damn it, it's simply worthy of preserving! [[> What does that require?]]

Bachelor: Not a lot, but not a little either. I'll come to the Cathedral on the condition that I'm certain of the survival of the people to whom I'm about to devote my time. Are you willing to help me there? [[> I'll try to do something. How do I know who your Bound are? *]] > No. That will not be.

Bachelor: I wrote to you about them the other day. But in case you lost that letter, I'll tell you how to spot them. They all want one thing, and that's to preserve the marvellous Tower. Nothing else matters to them. [[> Wait for my return.]]

Bachelor: Time's almost up... [[> Your Bound are alive and well. Come to the Council. *]] > For you, but not for me, Bachelor.

Bachelor: Alright. I'll come. If you tell Block yourself that you're on my side, the Inquisitor will be disarmed. [[> Wait for me there. And look out... make sure it's really me]]

Haruspex: So... do you still think I'm a demon? [[> It appears that you've been helpful... Without you, Rubin wouldn't have discovered what my calling was. *]] > To me, you look like a body with its soul taken out. A thing that looks and acts human -- but isn't!

Haruspex: And in the meantime, I've realized what my mission is... [[> Yes, do tell me, please, it's very interesting. How did you wriggle out of that trap?]]

Haruspex: I didn't. I'm a hero. Better to be a trapped hero than a free cripple, isn't it? [[> Oh really? The Bachelor at least figured out he was a puppet. *]] > You're forgetting about freedom. All that's happening here is happening for your freedom's sake. Do you understand?

Haruspex: And I'm not a puppet. Must be because I never figured it out... What else do you plan on surprising me with? [[> Do you really not care?]]

Haruspex: I'm not a toy, Changeling. I am Artemy Burakh, a Haruspex who knows the lines, a Warden who has fulfilled his mission and reconciled his father's spirit with the Earth, and has made the correct choice. That's who I am. Do you understand? [[> So you're a believer in salvation through ignorance?]]

Haruspex: I must admit I'm a bit confused -- but it was for the better. It allowed me to escape the iron grip of my preordainment. I'm content with being able to choose with my heart. [[> The creators of this dilemma had limited your choice to two options...]]

Haruspex: I'm content with as much regardless. If you give me a chance to choose, you can be sure I'll choose the most humane solution. The most human one. [[> The town will suffer... *]] > Who, you? But you're nothing!

Haruspex: The town is an instrument. It was made for humans, not the other way round. [[> But you're not human!]]

Haruspex: What makes you think so? I'm as human as they come, and no amount of your insults will change that. [[> Wait... I think I'm beginning to understand you... And now... yes, now I see that you're closer to victory than me... *]] > You're a demon!

Haruspex: Really? Then I could present the Commander with arguments in favour of a proposal that will preserve the town at the cost of destroying the Tower. This is a wise arrangement, and -- as my heart tells me -- a lasting one. I'm thinking about the future of my community. [[> What will you need for it?]]

Haruspex: I will be present at the Council if I know for sure that the children Capella has entrusted me with are alive. Then the time I've been meaning to spend making my rounds, I'll instead spend on preparing my evidence. Will you help me with my Bound? [[> I will. Have you got your panacea? *]] > No. I don't need you at the Cathedral, Burakh. Goodbye.

Haruspex: I'm out of panacea. I'll have to use the last flask and the last batch of ingredients at the Council, as an argument in favour of my proposal. You don't need it anyway, do you? Isn't it true that you can heal with your hands? [[> I'll try to think of something.]]

Haruspex: And so? Are you ready? [[> Your confidants are alive and well. Come to the Council. *]] > Yes. I am ready.

Haruspex: If you really want it... You know my plans. [[> Yes, I do. See you at the Council.]]

Tot: Clara's here... Hi, Clara! So -- you're not a Changeling anymore? [[> What kind of question is that? *]] > And why are you still here? Have you been left behind or something? > No, little boy... I'm not Clara.

Tot: Uh-oh... You're not going to... hurt us, are you? I just asked because I was curious... [[> There, there. Why would I hurt sad little things like you... *]] > Not anymore. I've changed. Now I'm a real miracle-worker.

Tot: If you like, you can ask us questions and we'll answer. The ones who were here before you here loved asking us questions! And we don't mind. We'll give great answers, explaining everything and all. Look, this here, with the holed pebbles, is the Abattoir. And that over there -- can you imagine? -- is the Polyhedron! > You know what -- how about you told me instead who your favourites are? [[> That's cute. Do you even realize that you're in there, on the inside? *]]

Teensy: Why are you here? Go away... I'm scared! You're scary. [[> Scared? Why are you scared, little girl? What did you say your name was? *]] > I've come to play with you a little before I go... > Well, you know... just to see if you say anything interesting. But now I see you're just playing around in here.

Teensy: Oh... Thrush. [[> Is it derived from "thrust", as in into the ground, or "crush", as in in the process? *]] > Thrush... See, that's a very fitting name. Did you make it up for the game?

Teensy: Hey! Don't say that... it's scary! They took the coffin this morning and drove away with it! It's not coming back! Ever! No one is going to thrust anything anywhere! [[> Ah, so we're being sensitive now... If you're afraid of a coffin, why play a game like this? Well, whatever; I don't suppose there's a point in talking to you... *]] > So you're back from a funeral... By the way, you can tell me who it is you've lost. > Of course it isn't. Don't cry.

Teensy: I want to go home! Let me go, I want to go home! [[> How old are you, child? *]] > You don't have to wait long, little toy. Hang in there, I'll release you soon.

Teensy: I don't know... Not old. And you may be a great big dummy but we're still the same height! [[> It's because I'm hunkering. That's why we're the same height. See? *]] > Want to know who's the great big dummy here? Look in the mirror.

Executor: Thanks for visiting us. Go in. You're being awaited. [[> Not at all.]]

Executor: The real game is what's happening between you and us. That was an official warning I had to make. I warned the previous characters too, but they went straight for questions... Such boring people. [[> Why did you put me in a position like this? What was that split-personality gimmick all about? *]] > I don't think I'll be able to ask a more interesting question...

Executor: In fact, it was much gimmickier than a mere split personality. It was the gimmick of choosing one's own fate. A logical and temporal conundrum. A Moebius strip of events. A backup plan. And it seems to have worked. Clara is the game's main protagonist. And so is the Sand Dirt... so is the Utopia. [[> What was the point of this whole affair? What was the pestilence for?]]

Executor: You see, we're conducting an experiment of sorts... We find the inevitability worrying and oppressive. We wanted to see for ourselves just how flawed the idea is of constructing a sarcophagus for a miracle... Or perhaps not a sarcophagus, but a space in which a miracle would always be possible. [[> Why "Changeling?" *]] > A heretical aspiration! Who do you think you are?

Executor: Because that's what she is. It's her nature. And she'll stay true to it until the end... Well, almost until the end, seeing as she's the only one with the miracle option. Don't miss it. [[> And what about the Haruspex and the Bachelor? What are they for then? *]] > I hate your experiments... I find them stupid and naive.

Executor: They haven't performed any miracles, but both had a chance to accomplish a heroic feat of a different sort... And prove or disprove a number of slippery points in the process. [[> The Haruspex? *]] > The Bachelor?

Executor: Diverging branches. He was the only one who could attain true freedom. He wasn't facing the kind of dilemma that the ever-deceived Bachelor found so dismal. [[> What? Even here, you're not letting me go back to the previous selection? I'd be interested to hear about the other hero too... *]] > I think I'll find a way to even up on you too. To rub your nose and walk you into your own trap. Because it's clear to me now what your goals are. > So it was a kind of loop?

Executor: Well, sorry... You haven't made your choice yet, have you? The miracle is yet to happen. This was just a reminder. [[> Enough. I'm leaving.]]

Executor: The real game is what's happening between you and us. That was an official warning I had to make. I warned the previous characters too, but they went straight for questions... Such boring people. [[> I'd still like a hint. If this is the situation with my invariant, then how am I different? *]] > I don't think I'll be able to ask a more interesting question...

Executor: Now then, what have you misunderstood, sweetie? [[> It's all been clear to me for quite a while. I know there's no one here except me and you, and that you left this place a long time ago. That which is talking to me is your pitiful residue. *]] > Whoa. Since when have we been on such familiar terms?

Executor: Come now... What makes you say that? We have after all kept ourselves a function and not a constant... [[> Don't try to be smart. I don't understand such words. *]] > I'm waiting for more.

Executor: Still the Changeling? That deeply immersed in the character...? [[> I was joking.]]

Executor: Speak to my colleague. He's your invariant. Yours, not the Changeling's. [[> I want to know what kind of a miracle I can perform myself! You swear it's genuine, right?]]

Executor: ... Shall we tell you? Brace yourself! We're going to actually tell you! [[> Yes, tell me. *]] > Stop! Don't. Anything but that. > Go ahead and tell me you didn't plan anything at all for me. Scumbags...

Executor: Well... initially, we were going to rest content with just the destruction, but then we quickly slapped together a different ending... which had this sacrificial miracle in it. On the whole, though, we didn't really plan anything, to be honest. There just wasn't enough time to think it through. [[> Frantastic. Now be quiet. I know where I'm going next.]]

Tragedian: Well... You know everything about us already. Now that you've got this far, you're much more powerful than us... [[> Who was Clara, the grave-born? The one who raised her hands first? *]] > And yet I still have to choose a reply from the options I'm offered.

Tragedian: She was indeed conceived as the disease, an instrument of the Law... but she was born a thief. At the very moment of her birth, she got a chance to become someone completely different. The girl came into this world, having stolen for herself the fate of a miracle-worker. [[> And the sister... Did she really exist? *]] > Does this mean I'm not a toy? Why are the Powers That Be acting so strangely towards me?

Tragedian: Of course not. The same being sang in two different voices. You had made her up yourself -- don't you remember when? It was a falsehood... [[> Enough! I've seen her; I've talked to her. *]] > Well, the answer has been hinted at...

Tragedian: Is this you talking to us now... or not? Who's speaking? > Me. The Changeling. [[> Me. The player. *]]

Tragedian: Then it shouldn't surprise you that at certain moments you were seeing Clara in front of you. Right? [[> Hang on! Here's the important part. Who's she? The twin? The one that doesn't exist?]]

Tragedian: Seeing as the plague girl invented her in order to save her life and dodge an accusation -- she is in fact the saint and miracle-worker. [[> Then how can we be talking about anything resembling a choice? *]] > Can a miracle be performed under such conditions?

Tragedian: Why not? The Changeling, not knowing who she was herself, had fallen into our mirror trap. It was a surprise even to the children who were playing with her. So it was a conundrum... why, there's no point in hiding that we hadn't expected it either. So maybe, just maybe... [[> How? Hadn't you made provisions for every circumstance beforehand? *]] > I've got an idea of my own on the subject...

Tragedian: When she performed a lesser miracle, we were ourselves astounded... We had never thought it could work. It shouldn't have. [[> Unbelievable... *]] > I see. In fact nothing should've worked for you at all.

Executor: Come, Changeling. The assembly is awaiting your decision. The queens of this chessboard are in a deadlock; they have each other pinned down. The game may very well end in a tragic stalemate. You're the promoted pawn, and it's the endgame. Go and finish it! [[> I know, I know... You didn't have to bother explaining.]]

Haruspex: There's one last thing I want to tell you... [[> Yes? *]] > Not now.

Haruspex: I haven't settled on my sacrificial victim yet. Keep that in mind. All right? [[> What are you talking about? *]] > You know, I really couldn't care less. As far as I'm concerned, you understand less about sacrificial victims than the Bachelor does about mirror towers.

Haruspex: My principal goal is not to destroy the Polyhedron but to heal the town. [[> What are you getting at?]]

Haruspex: Hence I would not recommend you to turn your attention to Dankovsky, who intends to destroy the town. Touch him... [[> But I'm not the plague and not a murderer. What's a touch from me going to do to him? *]] > You've disappointed me, Haruspex. I didn't expect such pettiness from you.

Haruspex: All right. Let's not argue in here. Will you let me decide? > I will. I like your decision. [[> You know, I've seen all of this already! So what's the difference? Nothing's changed! *]]

Haruspex: If you really think so, step aside. Let me make the decision. If you don't understand anything, then mine and the Bachelor's decisions are inherently better than yours. And mine is, off course, better than the Bachelor's. [[> Why so?]]

Haruspex: There's more feeling in it. > No. Not more. Just as much, or as little. [[> It's because your confidants are children. I wish mine were like that... *]]

Bachelor: Stop... Hear me out before you approach Block. [[> Speak. You're going to talk about your plan, aren't you? *]] > I've made up my own mind already, Bachelor. > You don't have to say anything.

Bachelor: Yes. I admit I have an ulterior motive here. I'd be glad if I didn't have to wreck the town; I might even believe the Ripper... wild though the idea may be. But the only thing he wants is to remove Aglaya from his prophecy... [[> What are you talking about? What prophecy? *]] > But the only thing you want is to preserve the Polyhedron and destroy Aglaya.

Bachelor: The Kin demands that he kill her. She is his sacrifice. Without it, they won't acknowledge him as a Foreman and Warden... He wants to deceive both of them and fate -- and to frame the matter differently. He wants to kill the Polyhedron! [[> What, is it alive? Why do you put it like that?]]

Bachelor: Yes, I love the Polyhedron. It is alive, no less alive than the Earth, and is worthy of love. It, too, is inhabited by a collective body; it, too, is infused with a divine essence; it, too, is the dwelling-place of a soul, if you like! [[> Don't fret, Bachelor. I know what you're driven by. *]] > This whole town is like a pair of conjoined twins. Everything is alive here. I understand this very well! You can't even imagine how well...

Bachelor: So you're leaving the decision to me? > Yes. I am. Why would I have brought you here otherwise? [[> But what's the point? Do tell me. And be careful! A lot will depend on your answer. *]]

Bachelor: The point is that in this case, the winner will be-- [[> ... Love, right?]]

Bachelor: ... No. Mere humanity. Any kind of it -- even malicious, and yet still a living one. We win and you lose here, you see? [[> You're wrong. Go, there's your Eva, crying by the railing. You'll be the only one who sees her. *]] > A good answer. Thank you.

Inquisitor: You have no business being here, Changeling. You shouldn't have come here. We've been doing just fine without you... [[> I'm sure you have. I feel sorry for you, Aglaya Lilich... *]] > It smells musty in here... What is this place?

Inquisitor: You are an instrument of the Law. At least keep that in mind now that you've chanced to be able to make the choice here. Don't try to be something greater than you are. That's the best you could do in your position. > You're wrong, Aglaya Lilich. I could do a lot in my position. [[> But you still want to topple the Tower in the process, don't you? While I don't think there are any good reasons to do that, other than it being what you insist on... *]]

Inquisitor: ... And so you want to destroy the whole town? And that's after all your talk of love, kindness, and mercy... [[> I agree that an act like that wouldn't befit a saint. But you deny my sainthood, don't you? So your reproach is unfair. *]] > I am the Sand Fever, an embodiment of the Law. I have begun the culling of this town, and I will complete it. Such is my decision.

Inquisitor: Well, enough idle blather. Since you've already turned up and made a farce out of this Council, decide quickly, and let's be done with it. We're not going to hear anything worthwhile here. > Yes... I don't like ceremony and circumlocution either. [[> What, are you jealous? You do realize you're not the centre of the universe, I hope? *]]

Changeling: It's good that you've found me here and approached me. Now you will have to perform the sacrament for which we -- well, for which you, Changeling, thief, saint, Sand Pest, envoy of the Law and harbinger, came into this world. Are you ready? [[> Who am I, sister? *]] > Yes. I'm ready now.

Changeling: That is exactly what's about to be ascertained. And you're the only one who can ascertain it. That's the essence of the sacrament. By establishing the present you will establish the past. With that which is yet to be done, you will establish that which has seemed to have been done beforehand. It had only worked the opposite way before. > Is it true that I'm an instrument of the Law? [[> Who are you? *]]

Changeling: I do exist, sister, but in a transient way. For now, you are still the Disease, and I'm the persecuted saint. The problem is, there's no me yet; I'm a figment of your imagination... A consequence of a lie you told! And yet how wonderful that lie itself turned out to be... Theft had made a miracle possible... [[> The Inquisitor insists that miracles and me are mutually exclusive. *]] > What must I do?

Changeling: I don't know... I haven't even thought about it. Aglaya doesn't tell the whole truth. From her point of view, there are no such things as miracles; that's just the way she was made. But we -- we, not Simon! -- are living proof of the contrary. You have a chance to preserve things as they are! You can do what other's cant. They're impeded by enmities and hatred. > Who's enemies with whom, sister? > ... I'm all enmities and hatred myself! [[> But to preserve things as they are is the capricious wish of the criminal Powers That Be! *]]

Changeling: You are free to choose your own fate. Now is your time to decide who you've been all along. It's only from the Law's perspective that you're the disease. But you don't recognize the Law. You're a thief. You'll escape the Law by stealing for yourself the path of a miracle-worker. You'll defeat it by performing a genuine miracle... > If only... [[> And you? What's going to happen to you? *]]

Changeling: I'll accept the destiny you'll have rejected. And then I'll vanish at once, because I don't belong on this Earth. Go, sister. Make your choice. Do not tarry. [[> I still feel like I'm being deceived... *]] > I'll come back to you yet...

Commander: Well then... let us commence. I'm going to ask you formally, in order to get this over with quicker. One word from you and it happens. So you are positive that it was neither greed nor plotting nor circumstance that has informed your choice, but your conscience alone. I've been given orders to level everything here. But if this isn't necessary, I'll trust you on it. My trust for you is infinite. > I'm not ready to make a choice yet. I need a little time to think! [[> There's no need to destroy anything. We can do altogether without gunfire and preserve this world as it is. Even though many think it impossible... *]] > Let the Settlement be destroyed. But don't fire at the tower of glass. It must survive the tremor of an artillery barrage. > We'll only destroy the Polyhedron, as the Haruspex is suggesting. There's no point in razing the whole town. > I've decided not to decide.

Commander: Good. Do you really know a way to preserve this town? [[> Yes. I'm restoring the chain of creation. I'm giving Simon back to this town. I'm closing the chain. I hereby declare that from now on, only goodwill, love, and dedication shall, time and time again, be the safeguards of this tiny world's existence. Would you like to know how I'm going to do it? *]] > What if I said no?

Commander: ... I hereby announce that the choice has been made. The council is dismissed. [[> The choice has been made... Now everything's been resolved.]]

Changeling: Farewell, sister. I'm leaving forever -- and you're staying. You are indeed unlike any of them... [[> Did you hear what I said? I've taken up your burden. There will be a miracle. And you will have to go. *]] > Farewell, sister.

Changeling: It couldn't have been any other way, my dear sister. Farewell. I'll take the disease with me as I leave. A lot of evil will be gone from this world along with me. [[> So it shall be. Forgive me. *]] > But is this doubt that I'm seeing in your eyes?

Changeling: Is the burden you've taken not too heavy for you? [[> No. Don't ask again. You'll see for yourself soon enough. *]] > Why are you asking?

Inquisitor: And so? Have you chosen your fate? [[> I've stolen it for myself. *]] > No. Fate can't be chosen, and this isn't about fate. It's you I'm worried about.

Bachelor: That's an outcome I didn't expect. Why did you do it? > Go. Hurry up. [[> You're a destroyer. You have a cold heart. You can't fully fathom even the true beauty of that Tower of mirrors, whose nature still eludes you...]]

Haruspex: I didn't expect an outcome like that... [[> It's up to you to decide. *|home]] > You are a destroyer and a killer, Burakh. But for me, you would've drowned your town in blood. Was that what you wanted to save it for? end