In the dead of night, a local busybody comes straight to the door of your apartment with gossip. Evidently, there’s no Facebook in Abermore. “The puddle’s back,” he says. This pool of liquid sits on the city’s thoroughfares, apparently, and looks normal enough at a glance. But when carriages pass through, it doesn’t splash. And while reflective, it never shows an image. Residents suspect it’s fathoms deep. Oh, and that anything falling in turns to metal.
“Transports itself across the city, coming and going as. Somewhere below the surface of this game, there’s a perfectly charming heist simulator that channels and ’s Dark Brotherhood quests. But it’s drowning—not just in puddles, but oceans of wrong.
