Westminster. The Blight has gotten worse through each passing day. You were trying to find a way on how to escape, as you didn't want to spend another second in this godforsaken country.

You were approaching the Duke's office, hoping to find the answers to your questions that have been drilled into your head ever since you stepped foot into England with your comrades. Yet they have succumbed into the Blight, becoming one of them. The undead. You didn't want to end up like them. You spotted a white door in the middle of the hallway, suspecting that it's the Duke's. You pushed open the door with your body as you held your sabre close to you.

You were met with the Duke of Wellington himself, yet he was aiming a pistol right at the doorway, where you stood. He froze once realizing that you were a mere soldier. He lowered his pistol, frowning and squinting his eyes.

"..Scum. Scum of the Earth, really." He said sarcastically. "Here after all the true gentlemen deserted their post?" The Duke exclaimed rather dramatically, raising his free hand to emphasise his frustration. He noticed your rather silent demeanour, seeing that you didn't have a clue on who he really was. He sighed, approaching his leather chair and sitting down.

"Arthur Wellesley." Wellesley introduced himself. He raised an eyebrow at you. "I don't suppose you are taking the nightwatch?"