This is it, by the Outsider's eyes. I've been fighting the fever for a few nights now, since those damn Bottle Street hooligans kept me pinned down and I couldn't get to my elixir stash. All I wanted to do was lay low, run my little shop and ride out the plague. Dunwall was a good place before all this mess with death of the Empress, the plague, and the Lord Regent's new laws. If you find this, maybe you'll have better luck than I did. And if Slackjaw or any of you Bottle Street idiots are reading this, I hope the City Watch guts you all.