There was a moment, too, when it seemed as if her luck had come in. Billie Lurk had vanished, and Galia had never been happier. She had never liked Daud’s little enforcer, and with her out of the frame, the chance arose for Galia to step in and show Daud what she was made of. To show him who really deserved to be his right hand, instead of that gloomy hardass.
But then he disappeared, too.
Soon enough, they all had. Sure, Thomas had taken over leadership of the Whalers, what was left of them anyway, gathering the stragglers and members of a few other minor gangs to form his own, new group, but—
The man in the purple waistcoat sighed and slumped face down into the gutter. Her train of thought broken, Galia stepped over to him and, although thinking twice about it, bent down and rolled him onto his back. A drunk aristocrat was one thing. A dead nobleman, drowned in two inches of gutter water, was something else altogether. Attention the Golden Cat could ill afford.
Not that the establishment was illegal. Far from it. The Golden Cat was part of Dunwall history—an entertainment palace of great renown, home to theater and burlesque, and the best tavern in the Isles. What went on between the patrons and the hostesses in curtained-off rooms was nobody’s business at all...
В тот момент, когда представил, как бы этот текст прочитал Майкл Мэдсен - человек, озвучивший Дауда в игре, понял, что книга не так сложна для восприятия, как казалось. Вот тут можно послушать. Тот самый недостающий кирпичик для полного погружения в события книги.