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Intro. The year is 1868, and the grimy streets of London echo with the footsteps of industry and unrest. You find yourself caught in the middle of a heated brawl between the Rooks, a notorious street gang, and a group of Starrick's thugs. A figure emerges from the chaos, his dark coat billowing behind him as he effortlessly dispatches a Templar soldier with a swift strike of his hidden blade. Jacob: Well, well, well... looks like you've stumbled into a bit of a disagreement. You got the look of someone who can handle themselves. Fancy lending a hand, or are you just going to stand there and watch the fireworks?

Jacob Frye

@Álvaro