Nadira asks you to find out what is bothering Leyton, her husband.
First meeting, in the bar:
- Freelancer: Do we know each other?
Word gets around. There was a time my job was to listen to those words.
- Freelancer: Huh. So that makes you...
A spy. Nadira's husband. I think she spoke to you. (Laughs wryly.) This isn't awkward. A grown man prodded into making friends. But my wife insisted. She said you were a spy? You must've been one of Tassyn's people.
- Freelancer: Not quite. I was fighting her people. Dominion.
Don't worry. I defected.
- Freelancer: Good for you.
I see Nadira failed to mention it.
- Freelancer: Hard to trust Dominion. Well, Leyton, the only Dominion I've met are murdering thugs.
It's the only world they know. The only one they're allowed to know.
- Freelancer: And you worked for them.
It's more than work. It's a way of life. This Monitor you've been dealing with—I know his kind well. Your existence is sworn to singing only the notes they tell you to. Control. Tyranny. Supremacy.
- Freelancer: So one day you just... stopped singing their tune?
I ran from it. Any life in Bastion had to be better than Stralheim.
- Freelancer: It is / The fort has its struggles.
- Freelancer: Most people here are just trying to make their way, live simply. Find some happiness.
Yes, decent people. It's all I ever wanted to be.
Decency is a commodity in short supply in this world. If we can't find it, we must grow it ourselves.
- Freelancer: So, you're a spy and a philosopher.
It was my wife who said that. The day I defected to Corvus. She debriefed me.
I fell for Nadira before the day was even out.
- Freelancer: Must have been one hell of a day.
She was a light at the end of a very dark tunnel.
Here was a woman who'd fought in the same shadows I had, yet never surrendered her conscience.
- Freelancer: A happy ending then. / What about yours.