[tense music]
[dog barking]
[grunts]
[exertion sounds]
[sighs]
[sighs, grunts]
[snickers]
- [eerie voices] - [gasps]
[suspenseful music]
[screams]
[tense music]
[indistinct chatter]
[patron burps, grunts]
[grunts]
You call that chicken? That's a chick.
[Toll] I'll get that, innkeeper.
[patrons chattering]
Hello, old friend.
You look as if you're reaching for purpose.
We're not friends,
and I was reaching for another ale.
Make that two.
[slurps]
[scoffs]
Is that the best you can do?
Come now, Callis.
Aren't you the least bit curious to know why I'm here?
Where you're concerned it's never anything good.
I thought I was pretty clear about our partnership.
Unless you need me to translate
"Piss off, and never speak to me again"?
I just assumed you didn't mean it.
Please, Armand.
This is serious.
I need your help.
[Toll] He's been missing six days.
Lots of folks are missing round these parts.
But they're not related to the High Arbiter's cousin
and they're also not my concern.
What do you care about a missing nobleman?
I don't.
I'm involved because the Order wants me to be.
Oh, you listen to them,
but when your best friend says don't work with his ex-lover,
it means nothing!
A monster needed killing.
I needed a thief.
Lyssa's the best thief there is.
There are other thieves.
Your feelings were never a factor.
Never a factor.
[patrons gasp, cough]
[innkeeper] Oy!
We don't want no trouble here.
[slurps]
Never a bloody factor!
Something appears to have upset you, Callis.
You utter bastard.
[tense music]
One of these days...
No trouble here.
[patrons burp, grunt]
Would it help if I said I was sorry?
Sigmar's balls, you never change, do you?
Nor do you.
Six days, Callis. Time is running out for him.
And the others.
Are you really going to turn away from someone in need?
There is a purse in the offing. A reward for his safe return.
But I know you don't really care about money.
[chuckles] Oh, I care.
So long as I'm alive to spend it.
Why not just pay the ransom and be done with it?
It's not that simple.
No one has asked for a ransom.
[sighs]
That doesn't sound good.
Rat-men wouldn't want a ransom. Or flesh-eaters.
My thoughts too.
There's a dirty little wretch called Renzor
who's been known to deal with the rat-men.
We start there.
A change of scenery,
a little fresh air, it'll do you some good.
[sighs]
I hate you.
[distant rumbling]
[quick footsteps]
[panting]
Fresh air, he said.
Do you some bloody good, he said.
[grunts]
[tense dramatic music]
[panting]
[gasps]
For the record, this was a shit plan, and it barely worked.
We have him, don't we?
And a fat lot of good you two were.
[Callis] That armour heavy, is it?
- It's over Renzor. - [Renzor snickers]
Tell me where Lord Hokenvar is.
Hanniver Toll, Hanniver Toll.
The great witch hunter isn't going to get his quarry this time.
I don't have him, well, not anymore.
And you'll never get him.
Not now.
[Toll] Who has him, Renzor?
Tell me now and I'll ask the High Arbiter for leniency.
You don't understand.
You don't betray these people.
That's worse than death.
[gasps] That's worse than...
[whimpers]
Wait!
Well, he's dead.
That was blood magic.
This makes it harder now.
We'll have to go down there.
Mmm.
If this turns into some wading-through-shit grot hunt
in the sewers, Toll, I swear to you...
And we're going to need some help.
Just promise me you'll keep a level head and a sheathed sword.
- [water bubbling] - [rodents squeaking]
[pensive music]
[water flowing]
[tense music]
Well, he's dead.
Hey, guys, I found him.
[sighs]
I'm going to kill you.
I'm actually going to kill you.
Oh, don't blame him, Armand.
It's not his fault no one can navigate the undercrofts like I can.
It's a good thing we've got you then,
an expert in blame and... faults, isn't it?
Well, I'm also handy with a lock pick.
We won't need a lock pick,
at least not get through the gate.
He had a sewer key.
I knew it would be sewers.
[chuckles softly]
[Lyssa] Hmm.
Hammerstrike Gate, just south of the Bridge of Comets.
Fine.
[pensive music]
[clinking]
[creaking]
Keep your eyes open.
[tense music]
It's too quiet.
You'd prefer a racket?
I'd prefer something I can fight.
I'd prefer to find the Lord Hokenvar and get out of this place.
[chuckles] Still afraid of the dark are you, Armand?
Something up ahead.
Close.
How can you tell?
Green means skaven.
I thought the Hammers had driven them out.
Well, that's the thing about rats,
they always come back.
What drives someone,
even scum like Renzor, to trade humans to the skaven?
And why a princeling?
There are easier victims.
What do they want them for, anyway?
Nothing good.
[distant screeching]
Cover your mouths.
[screeching]
Vermintide!
[chittering]
[screeches]
- What now? - Up there!
[Toll] Sigmar be with us.
[dramatic action music]
[grunting]
[grunts, groans]
[exclaims]
[groans]
[grunts]
It's too high.
Shoot the damn bolt!
[snarling]
Climb!
[tense dramatic music]
Hey!
Huh?
[skaven snarling]
[straining]
[panting]
[sighs]
[exhales forcefully]
[gasping]
[sighs]
Those soldiers gave their lives, Toll.
This had better be worth it.
[Lyssa] I agree.
The promised purse is looking a little light.
[sighs]
Everything has a price with you, Lyssa.
[scoffs] Says the mercenary.
[Toll] Enough!
I'm thinking.
For skaven to act so...
They weren't coming for us.
They were afraid. Terrified.
- Get to the point. - I was wrong.
He said "people." Renzor said "people," not "things."
Not rat-men. People.
How could I have been so stupid.
The missing citizens, the fact there are no bodies.
How could I have been so blind to the truth?
Toll!
You said it. You said it up there on the bridge,
and I didn't listen!
Renzor's ring.
Blood magic.
I know what's got Lord Hokenvar.
It's not skaven.
It's much worse.
[tense music]
Soulblights. Sigmar-damned vampires.
[clanking]
[wheezing]
Um...
I am more concerned about those...
Where do you think you're going?
To pick a lock. Got to save you damsels somehow.
[snarling]
Lyssa!
[gasps]
[grunts]
[gasps]
Go, save your friend!
I'm nearly there.
I'm fine. Get through the door.
[exclaims]
[groans]
Armand, go!
[tense dramatic music]
Come on...
Kel... Rhea... su... Shyish.
[loud sigh]
[loud exhale]
Rhea, the deadbolt won't shift.
Open it, please.
You always fumble your hook under pressure, Lyssa.
[snarls]
[gasps]
[clink]
Remind me to show you how to do that sometime.
[screeches]
[Lyssa] I nearly had it, I'm in a hurry.
Come on!
[tense dramatic music]
[Callis sighs]
[distant thudding]
[liquid dripping]
[tense music]
[suspenseful music]
[wheezing]
[gasping]
Gods...
Toll. It's him!
Are you hurt?
[gasping]
[snarls]
Armand?
[roars]
[vampires screeching]
- [roars] - [straining]
Take your damn hands off him.
[gasping]
[screeching]
[gasps]
Lyssa's gone.
- [loud thud] - [gasps]
[snarling]
[gasps]
[tense dramatic music]
Take a deep breath.
[snarling]
[water splashes]
[coughs]
Gods! All for nothing.
We need to take this to the Order.
- We have to... - Nothing you could have done, Armand.
He was dead before we even got there.
They all were.
We've foiled their immediate plans anyway.
I'm sorry about Lyssa, old friend.
She ran, again.
She found us a way out.
Saved your life.
- I know, though I had hoped... - As did I.
I was sinking, wasn't I?
In that bar, into the mire again?
You pulled me out.
No. I wouldn't say so.
You were sunk already, not sinking.
[chuckles]
I hate you.
[chuckles]
Let's go.
[patrons chattering]
[door creaks open]
[Valius] Your friend said I would find you here.
Of course she did.
From the mire and the filth of the realms,
shall the light find the worthy and the lost alike.
Even in a place like this.
[Toll] What are you doing here, Valius?
The nest you found, it was only the beginning.
- Come on. - No.
Finish your drink.
No, Toll. I'm not going.
Toll? Damn it!
I'm taking this for the road.
[up-tempo dramatic music]