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Anger and muttered curses helped surprisingly well against pain, Daud reflected. And right now, the pain redirected his anger of what had happened in the city, he spend most of his childhood in. Change is always happening but this was even more depressing than the decline of the financial district in Dunwall had been. He had to catch up, that was for sure and today he had thought to start with the local gang, the Howlers.

Of course he had been careful to arrange this with their leader. Paolo seemed smart and cunning. The type of man who could easily sway the ... easier minded. Letters had been exchanged and he had been supposed to meet him in that pub of his. Theoretically. Unarmed and calm he had approached their territory, quite looking forward to see the man in person. He had thought they were informed of his visit. Well obviously not.

“Was thinking he was some kind of beggar or somethin. Yeah I got that note, could not read it though. Was just giving him a lil cut to scare him off.” Daud sincerely hoped he would meet that one someday in private again. At least the other Howlers, rather embarrassed about this affair had pointed him the way to a doctor, not far. And that was where he was heading. His sleeves were ripped off, a makeshift bandage for the walk. He did not dare to use his powers yet. 

“Partners!” Leila says, excitedly bobbing up and down on her feet. “It’ll be like old times, minus the- you know- having to report with the keeper council?”

♠ any ‘weird’ characteristics on their body? one leg/arm longer than the other?

One thing only few notice is that his left eye is a bit darker than the other. By no means as strong as heterochromia. Just a few shades, giving it an eerie intensity. Daud himself believes it is because his mark is on his left hand. 

Heinrich pulled his hands away. “Look, someone’s gotta wrap yer cut. Ya know that probably better then me.”

Send my muse ‘Dear Diary’ and they will write a diary entry about your character!

        20th day, Month of Harvests, 1852

Corvo always taught me to appreciate everyone you meet, from the lowliest gutter orphan to the most high-ranked noble. You don’t know who will help you, who will be useful, who can be a friend -- trust your gut, but appreciate those who you think you can trust.

For instance, the doctor I ran into -- I had a nasty little accident with a springrazor, and I needed a bit of help quick; I mean, it’s not really a good thing to be running around bleeding when you’re trying to be stealthy. Lucky for me there was a doctor I found in an old apartment, and they were very helpful.

Send my muse ‘Dear Diary’ and they will write a diary entry about your character!

           21st Day, Month of Harvest, 1852

I feel like I’m getting old; some times more than others. Now is one of those times – I nearly walked right into a Wall of Light. Well, transversed into it – they’ve started stacking them. Didn’t do that in Dunwall.

But thankfully my time in Karnaca wasn’t cut that short, and I was able to find a physician to treat the wounds. Lucky for me, they’re Marked, too. They know what I am, at at least, if not who, so I was safe.