There's a bark of laughter. "It never is Connor, it never is."

Freeing London hadn't been. It wasn't just that Starrick had a hold on the powerful lords, but he had poisoned every area of society, from the poorest people addicted to his soothing syrup to merchants who were being forced to pay protection money to the gangs, to the Queen herself.

"But I guess we're out of it, for the moment. Again. Have to put all our skills to better use. Not exactly sure what use but... I'm sure Anchor will throw something else at us sooner or later."