Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I do plan on finishing this out now. Sorry about any formatting issues I'm uploading from my phone. Anyway, enjoy.

I headed up the stairs towards the servants quarters with Daud, the legendary 'Knife of Dunwall', close behind. "Am I meant to forgive this man for what he did?" Her words rang in my ear.

I remember standing over him, blade at the ready. The heart had pulsed in my hand; "Paid assassin. Daud. The last thing the... Empress felt was his blade." Oh the anger that flooded my blood as the heart spoke to me, anger towards the Loyalists for they're betrayal, anger towards myself for my foolishly misplaced trust, and anger towards Burrows for bringing this mess upon Dunwall. But most of all, in that moment, anger towards Daud. For six months I had obsessed over the man who killed Jessamine. I'd thought about the different ways I would kill him if I got the chance and how I'd make him suffer. I hated Daud. Then he looked up at me, defeated. Something had changed in him, in his eyes, since he'd taken Jessamine's life. And as he spoke and begged for his life, my anger began to fade. There was nothing I could do to make him suffer more than he already had. The heart pulsed again as he continued to speak. "His hands do violence. But there is a different dream in his heart." When he finished speaking I sheathed my blade and turned away. I walked past the whalers in the office and made my way to the tunnels.

"So is she?" Daud said, as I refocused on the present.

"What?" I hadn't realized he'd been talking.

"Emily, is she doing ok?" He asked again.

"Yeah, yes, as fine as could be. Well, all things considered." I replied with a scowl. "You'll be staying in the east side guest room, next to my office. Should you need anything... Just try not to need anything, at least until the guards and staff are informed of your arrival."

"I'll need a sword." He stated bluntly. "And some more bolts. I keep my wristbow on me but I didn't exactly have time to grab my sword."

"You'll get a sword, and some... Nicer clothes." I said looking at his casual Serkonan clothing. "Just try to blend in, believe it or not there are still people out there that don't match a face to your name."

We got to the stairs that lead to the third floor and he paused. He was looking at a bookcase to the left of the staircase. He walked toward it and picked up a green book. He then turned back to me.

"Sorry, thought I'd get something to read. Perhaps we should go to your office first."

"Okay," I began with suspicion. But before I could finish he started walking away, headed towards my office. I paused for a moment before following behind.

Once we were in my office with the door closed I asked him what was going on. He opened the book revealing a hollow space filled with various scraps of paper and a map of Dunwall Tower. How did he find this?

"The spine." He said, seemingly reading my mind. "Look at the details."

I looked at the spine, the letters were gold and embossed. At the very bottom there is a single paw, on either side of it two blades as sleek and straight as the one Piero made me. "The blades of Tyvia." I whisper breathlessly to myself reading the spine. My heart sinks. Could this be who we're dealing with? I look away from the book towards the fire. "Shit."

"These assassins were sent by The Blades of Tyvia. I've only had one dealing with them. It was when their leader sent me a letter regarding a... Package I sent to Samara. He's a tough son of a bitch named Alexsei Koval." Daud finished.

"What did you send to Samara that got his attention?" I asked curiously.

He sighed. "In short, Bundry Rothwild. He had some information I needed and rather than kill him I sent him in a crate headed toward the northernmost port in Tyvia. Koval's letter said that he found Rothwild by the docks waiting for passage back to Gristol, all the while saying how he himself was going to take down The knife of Dunwall for what he'd done." Daud paused and looked down. "Koval winded up killing the stupid son of a bitch anyway calling it a favor, finishing an old assassins work."

"Just read their notes. See what you can find. I have to go see Emily." I said reaching for the door.

"I am sorry," he began looking up from the notes. "I just want you to know that. That job changed me. Hundreds of emperors and empresses have been assassinated throughout history, what's one more, I just that it would be a big job. No. It was more. Killing her, taking Emily, standing on the rooftop nearby watching you hold her as she died. And watching you as they lead you to Coldridge Prison. I knew then, that was no ordinary contract. I knew you'd come after me."

I balled my fist and faced him. "Don't you ever speak to me about how 'different' killing her was." I spat the words at him, pure venom. "You don't get to say you're sorry. You don't get to say that you felt bad taking Emily. I was there. I was useless as you took my little girl and killed the only woman I have ever loved. I don't care that you're sorry. You're words mean nothing to me." I could no longer hold my composure and punched him in the face. His nose began to bleed. I gave him one final look of hatred before leaving to go see Emily.