As Dime came to the bridge that led into the Priestella, the Water Gate City, He ogled at its scale. He had never seen anything like it before in his life. The magnificent pattern and size of the city's walls was simply awe inspiring for a country boy coming from an underdeveloped middle of nowhere town like Dima. He slowly pried his attention from the wall and continued on through to the city proper after a few moments.

After passing through the gate he didn't quite know what to do exactly, sure he had a vague idea but was still basically just wandering through the maze-like streets trying to find the local merchants guild to see if they could translate the papers and getting to Kararagi without causing any trouble. After a while he got bored of wandering and spotted what looked to be a book shop or something along those lines. He decided it was worth a shot and went into the store.

"Uh Hello?,"Dima asked awkwardly as he came through the door.

"Back Here!' an upbeat voice replied. When Dima made it he saw a brown haired woman wearing robes.

"Can you translate something for me?".

"Maybe, what language is it in?".

"Kararagi or whatever they speak over there,".

"Let me see them. Hey, have I seen you before?".

"I would be surprised if you had considered I've never been in Priestella before,".

"Well if you ever come back be sure to stop by so we can hang out. My name's Iliza,".

"I doubt I'll ever be back in Priestella, but in the rare case I do I'll make sure to stop by,".

"So those papers, let me take a look!". Iliza exclaimed. Dima quietly took them out and handed them over. Iliza looked through the map and the documents.

"Something about a tomb in the old chapel in the center of Einshold,".

"Alright, thanks," Dima replied, taking the papers back. It wasn't all that specific but he would just run with it, after all Einshold probably wasn't too big. "Do you have a map of Kararagi?" He asked to make sure he would actually get to where he was going.

"I have one for a gold coin,"

"Alright here you go," Dima replied as they swapped a coin for a map.

"Do you need a way across the river? If so I know some people who can get you across,".

"Yeah,"

"I know some smugglers who smuggle books for me from kararagi using an old warehouse on the west end of 's the 3rd to last street on your right from the west gate that leads to Kararagi. The bridge was closed because of some cultists or something like that. They leave at around midnight every day so just go there around midnight and say Liz sent ya!".

"Thanks for all the help,".

"Don't mention it, have a good day," Iliza replied as Dima left and headed to the city center. He found a nice place to stand in the square around the town hall, lit a cigarette and waited for nightfall. He was vaguely interested in what other cargo these smugglers he was supposed to meet with took. Maybe Iliza was someone who sends lost travelers to their doom. But with a face like his who would have some petty thieves try to rob him. But someone as desperate to cross the river as him would be easy prey. He ran this question in his head for a while and before he knew it night had descended, and after breaking out of his mental gymnastics contest he began his walk to the warehouse.

As he went through the backstreet that housed the warehouse he moved quietly and cautiously. Upon coming to the warehouse he knocked on the door. There was no answer. He didn't like this one bit. He opened the door carefully and almost got jumped by a man next to the door.
"Hey, hey I'm just looking for a ride across!" Dima shouted at the man as he stepped back.
"Why should I take you across!" the man yelled back.

"Iliza sent me,".

"Shit, alright fine, but one thing," The man replied.

"What is it,".

"Don't fuck with the merchandise, got it," He sternly said.

'Wasn't planning on it,

"

"Whatever," The man said, going into the he went inside Dima could clearly see the man was short and had partially gray hair. Dima followed him inside the warehouse and to a manhole. It seemed Iliza was acting out of goodwill and his luck had shone through in the end. As they went through the tunnel at the bottom of the manhole he could see for a decent length rows of illegal goods, from small trinkets to slaves. Dima wanted to get this over with and maybe for once things would go his way. Once he reached the end he saw 2 small paddle boats in an inlet with a short wooden dock.

"Get in that one," the graying man ordered Dima pointing to the boat on the right. "Your going to have to paddle, also I recommend taking off the mask, if you fall overboard and it gets soaked you'll have a hard time breathing"

"No," Dima dryly replied

"Why not?"

"I don't think you'd want to see my face for the ride,"

"It can't be that bad,"

"You'd be surprised,"

"Alright then keep it on I guess. SIMON, get in the boat with the cargo," He said yelling at a skinny man who ran into the boat with a heavy box. "Alright get rowing, go up river and then we'll head in through the marshlands to the drop off,".

"You got it boss," Simon replied as they set out.

As they sailed into the River he was glad the first half of his trip had gone smoothly, a welcomed change of pace. He put his hand into the water and felt the coldness of the water cover his hands.

"NOW!" The greying man yelled as the two of them held an off guard Dima down. Simon Quickly tied the boat's anchor and chain around his right leg and threw him overboard.

"It is done, the greatest threat to our beloved witch is now gone," Simon said as Dima fell farther and farther into the river. If he was ready he probably could've stopped them but it was too late and he would soon end up dead at the bottom of the river.

Author's Note: I hate Rom from bloodborne. She would be fine if the little spider fucks didn't spawn too. Also Gascoigne is wacky name.