Talk:The Knife of Dunwall, A Survivor's Tale/@comment-92.233.188.12-20130826132451/@comment-92.233.188.12-20130826150817

If you blow up the slaughterhouse, the second paragraph reads "The sun was setting, a bloody stain against the sky, silhouetting the charred ribcage of the slaughterhouse. The stench of burned meat - the flesh of men and whales - soured the air. Daud erupted from the ashes and timbers, his body wreathed in flame and rent with injuries that no mortal man could have survived." From there on it's the same.