wolf-of-dunwall
They weren't on good terms, the mere notion of it a farce the streets of Dunwall. Backs always had to be watched, you couldn't put your trust in anyone these days ( not even your second in commands ). But they were on tolerable terms. A mutual willingness to associate with one another, and there'd never been much true animosity between them ( even if she'd always awaited the day he'd come to her to shove a knife in her back ).
"I'm afraid that whatever it is you need this time you don't have such a high bargaining chip," Lizzy ensured to tell him immediately upon his arrival. One might arguing breaking her out of prison and incapacitating that pile of shit was enough for at least two more favors, but she wasn't going to take it into account. He'd helped her, she helped him, their slate was clean as far as she was concerned.
Still, she's willing to hear the old man out. "Get on with it Daud, or were you just stopping by to check in on little old me. If so spare me the decency, it’s sickening."










