In the sun baked streets of Serkonos, people laugh and enjoy the cool air. They come from all across The Isles, but mainly from Dunwall. Aristocrats who want to forget about Gangs and the Plague infested streets. The empress said it would all be over soon, but anyone with half a brain knew that was a lie.
However, the air in the Black Door Bar was as different to that as the Ocular Order was to the Overseers, or as Pandyssia is to The Isles. The Black Door Bar wasn't officially called that. In fact it wasn't officially called anything. It was only called that because it had a black door. There were no windows in the bar. There weren't any because the patrons of The Black Door Bar didn't like windows, they had seen enough of the outside world.
One such patron was Violetta L'Videa. Sitting in a dark corner, she was nursing a glass of some cheap-as-dirt drink. It looked, tasted, and even smelled like whale dung. Though it got the job done and for that she couldn't complain.
There were several characteristics shared throughout the regular members of The Black Door Bar. The scars on their skin, the dark clothes which made them almost blend into the surrounding darkness, but what is arguably most important is, the sadness that lies just behind their eyes. A sadness belonging to someone who had a lot to forget. Of course Violetta shared all of these traits, but tonight she wasn't there to get rid of the sadness behind her eyes. Tonight she was waiting for someone.
The door opened and in came a young woman. She was no older than 25 and was dressed in a white cloak so fresh you could see where the dust was on it. Her name was Anna. She came from Gristol 5 years ago to join the Ocular Order, and she was probably Violetta's oldest 'friend.'
Weaving around the tables, Anna approached Violetta. Even in this low light, Violetta could make out the look of half disgust, and half pity Anna often wore when she met Violetta's peers. Taking great pains to clean off the chair, Anna eventually sat.
"Why you insist on meeting here every time is an enigma to me." Anna said to Violetta looking around, presumably looking for a waiter.
"That's great. You know there's no waiter here." Violetta replied.
"Force of habit. So did Conroy give you the details yet?"
"Yeah, and I thought the choffer had gone mad when he said that you had a job for me."
Anna chuckled slightly. A sign of how naive she was, or perhaps it was just that she needed a laugh because she wasn't. Violetta considered both options before Anna replied. "If that's what you thought when he said I had a job, I'd hate to know your opinion of him when he finished describing the job."
"To be honest, I'm still not sure if he got them right. I mean you're asking a lot of me here."
"I know, but it's not without appropriate reward. Plus, I wouldn't have even asked if I didn't think you could get it done."
"Is that the only reason you asked?" Violetta inquired.
Anna paused. "Well, I also wanted someone who I could trust. There's a lot at stake here."
"I guess."
"So, when can you get the job done?"
Violetta stood up and downed the rest of her drink in one long swig. "I'm catching a ship over tonight. Expect me back within a week." She said before leaving a small pile of coins on the desk of the owner, and heading out into the sunlight.
As her eyes adjusted she thought about what was going on. She just left a year long retirement, to do one last mission. Not only that, but for this mission she'd be going for the High Overseer himself, Thaddeus Campbell. "My life is turning into a bad novel." She thought while heading out to the docks.