I had to make my way to the eastern side of the town, both to locate Lyckah and find the man who tried to kill me. I should have an easy time moving through the warehouses.
Once again I heard shouts coming from behind me. I couldn't help but roll my eyes before sprinting away.
I lost them through the warehouses and approached the cemetery unmolested.
Running hadn't done me much good, I was breathing heavily, but now there was no one except for a little girl and the man I came here for.
Your heart must be filled with the heaviness of a great, sorrowful loss. What is your name?
VERSUS
Laska: My name is Laska. I look after the dead.
Artemiy: Nice name.
Laska: Why have you come?
Artemiy: Who lies here?
Laska: Do not put his life at an end, please! This was a man that wanted to kill you. He was one of your assailants near the trains. He says you crippled him. He will pass across the verge soon enough... You will not kill him, will you?
Artemiy: Maybe you would even want me to help him?
Laska: And do you wish to help? That is very good! You see there, he has lost a lot of blood, can you see? He needs that precious water that fills the rivers of our body. I would give some of mine, but it is poisoned and my rivers are shallow. So that is out of the question.
Artemiy: What is your blood poisoned with?
Laska: How... twyrine... you knew not?
Artemiy: No.
Laska: He needs to be given a blood transfusion.
Artemiy: Who knows how to do it?
Laska: I have the knowledge of a terrible man who trades the precious liquid at the Stone Yard. He is a usurer, but he would take blood all the same. He has the skills. Shall I show you the place that he inhabits?
Artemiy: How will you manage to give the blood to this man?
Laska: Put your mind at peace on that matter. Many here know how to handle the scarlet rivers. There are fewer who willingly give over the circulation maintaining their life.
Artemiy: Ok, I'll speak to your usurer.
An usurer that trades in blood... He lived in the other side of the town, I would make my way through the rails to avoid people, but first I had to see if I could find this Lyckah.
I left the cemetery and was distracted by this strange tower. That was when I heard a gasp and turned, surprised to find my target.
VERSUS
[OLD MIDGET GUY WHO IS ACTUALLY A TEENAGER IN RUSSIA]
Lyckah: Who are you? What's your business here? Gatherin' twyre, are ya?
Artemiy: I've come for your soul, midget.
Lyckah: Oh, that's what it is! So you are with them, are ya?
Artemiy: The person who sent me is very unhappy about you. They want your blood.
Lyckah: What savages! Why are they pickin' on me? Hey, come on, I was only playin' spies then... Well, did a bit of work here and there... Got fed up with it! I don't want to turn the Dualsouls over to the thieves, nor the thieves over to he Dualsouls! I'm quite reasonable!
Artemiy: Tell me what they want to kill you for. It's your last chance to survive. I don't like traitors.
Lyckah: Hey... It was nothing, all o' that! Well I took some thing. It is shared property, ya know. So it's mine too. They would have fought over this powder anyhow, he-he. I would say I did a good thing! Well, I hurt a doggy, I did, but it weren't my fault, I was defendin'! Self-defence is sacred, right?
Artemiy: That is not convincing.
Lyckah: Have mercy on me, good man. You save a life - you get good in return. I just can't tell you what they want me dead for... Just too dirty all that stuff. But I won't do it anymore!
Artemiy: No way. You'll die!
He managed to bumrush me by surprise, but I quickly forced my knife through his guts and it was over.
Lyckah was carrying something, however. A small wooden box containing a powder, maybe this was the medicine he had stolen. It had a strong acidic smell that I couldn't quite place, maybe it would be better for me to keep it until I could discover what it was for.
The cows had watched everything. They seemed healthy but there was a tense atmosphere about them, or maybe just my paranoia.
On my way to notify Notkin I decided to check the trash for leftover food, my stomach had started to grumble. All I found were some trinkets.
I couldn't imagine, that just before war we'd find such a bastard among us...
VERSUS
[gotta find notkin a pic sometime]
Artemiy: It seems I met him. What kind of thing was that?
Notkin: What of it?
Artemiy: He didn't look like a boy. An actual midget?
Notkin: Then he must have been gradually turning into a midget... That's a punishment for those who steal from their friends.
Artemiy: I don't believe you.
Notkin: What do you think? That's just how life goes. One lies and then gets fifty years older. Sometimes you think there is nothing like that, but there you go - there is.
He paused to examine my features.
Ok, I'm joking. So what did you do to him?
Artemiy: I was forced to kill him.
Notkin: You did the right thing. Let me give you this weapon. It does shoot, by the way! And sometimes even successfully!
Artemiy: Ok, I'll see what it does.
Translation note: This conversation with Notkin is quite bizarre. The game text has Burakh asking him about Lyckah being a midget, despite we already knowing he was one. Looking into the translation files, Artemiy instead asks about him having a dog's head (which would imply Lyckah is in with Khan's gang), which makes more sense despite there not being any graphical representation of it. I decided to go with a blow to the head causing Artemiy to have a memory lapse for the sake of continuity.
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I now have a gun, it feels unstable under my fingers, but it should intimidate the crowds. Now to speak to Gryph about his reward for Lyckah's head and then meet the Usurer.
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