Corvo walked the streets of Dunwall, which was a happier place now that the plague was gone, and the Lord Regent was out of power. Corvo was looking for a man by the name of Teague. He hoped that it would be worth his time, since he was just in the middle of teaching the Empress how to defend herself before he got interrupted. Everything about meeting this man felt wrong, and even though he tried to distract himself with happier thoughts, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of dread. Corvo let the feeling subside and continued walking since the letter that was sent to him had the marks of one of the governors of the cities.
After finding the man that had requested him, which was extremely easy since his posh and luxurious clothes stood out against the insipid crowd, Corvo and the man exchanged greetings. The man told him that no one would be killed and that he just wanted to observe. The man's explanation for this was that he had always admired Corvo’s work and had wanted to see it in person, so he could help the governor train their guards. Corvo humbly accepted the compliment and agreed to show him, but felt that it was strange for a man of his rank and stature to admire an assassin's work. The man asked if he could watch Corvo during the practice, and despite all the warning bells going off in Corvo’s head, he reluctantly consented. The man led Corvo to where they would set-up, as they were to snipe the target with an arrow.
“Where will the target be?”, asked Corvo, who was looking out the window waiting for a response, but when he looked back there was no one there.
“What!? Was it all a fantasy? There’s no way he could’ve disappeared,” Corvo thought, turning away and looking back to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
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...nd waited. Corvo saw her face and said, “Your Imperial Majesty...”
Immediately, the girl responded with, “Cut the formalities Corvo, we need to get out. NOW,” Corvo understood and followed the Empress.
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Even with her lack of training, the Empress had managed to incapacitate Burrows and the two of them fought off the guards. They returned Burrows to prison, but he has escaped again and has yet to be recaptured. After this incident, which would be named the Long Night Incident, Corvo would fall terminally ill a few weeks later. When Corvo died, the whole city fell into grief, but as with any death they were able to pick themselves up again and returned to a normal life. And in order to remember Corvo, they named the day that he died on the Cold Long Night. The moon on that night was referred to the Long Night Moon ever since.
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