The Outpost

Previously On "The Outpost"...

All hail Queen Falista!

All hail Queen Falista!

- Falista, stop. - Arrest him.

You're going to be a father. Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Talon doesn't like this new queen, huh?

Now I know how to pay my debt to Talon.

- Why did you let her go, Tobin? - I'm coming back for you this time, Corven.

- You are not one of The Three. - I am the king.

Meaningless. Your kinj won't work on me.

It appears now that we are the Three.

You must learn to control the kinj you just received

if we are to rule together and serve the will of the gods.

We? We are not ruling. The queen and I are ruling.

You are advising.

Of course. You are king and queen,

but we who possess the powers are The Three.

Tobin, just think if you had this ability when my life was being threatened.

- The assassin couldn't have escaped. - Exactly.

- Learn to use it for me. - I will. For you.

- Good. I will teach you. - No, no, no, no.

I don't need you breathing down my neck watching my every move.

I will learn how to use it myself, alone.

- It would be much faster... - Alone.

Come on, kinj, do it.

What are we looking at?

- Seems important. - Munt!

Come on.

Just work!

Eh, I could jump further.

Shut up, Munt.

If Three can do it, I can do it. Okay.

I give up.

Oh, branberry mead.

This would be so much easier with a little ale in my head.

- Aah! - It worked! It worked.

- How did you do that? - I have no idea.

- I have no clue. - Tobin?

I see you, Levare. Come to me.

Tobin?

Tobin, you all right?

Warlita, thank you so much.

This is certainly helping to put my mind at ease

after the chaos of the last few days.

Maybe Warlita can bathe me next.

Absolutely not. Get your own attendant.

Preferably a less attractive one.

Anyway, I don't know how I did it.

I just popped across the room. I wasn't even trying.

Well, I mean, I'm no expert,

but mine seems to work best when I sort of will it to

without really trying too hard.

My clumsy fingers are to blame.

Allow me to get Her Majesty a fresh plate of food.

Are you all right?

Do I look all right to you?

You've been on edge for days.

You can't keep doing this, Falista.

Do you really blame me?

My assassin is still out there.

Probably with accomplices.

For all we know, the food and drink could be poisoned.

How am I supposed to rule if my subjects just reject my very existence?

You show them the caring and intelligent person that you are.

Show them the girl I fell in love with.

That's sweet.

Now come here. Oh.

Am I... am I doing it right?

Just try not to drown me, Munt.

Tobin, I'm not sure I'm the right man for the job.

You're the only man for this job.

Me? Why me?

Because I trust...

And as my valet, not only way you bathe me and serve me.

You can advise me.

- You want my advice? - And since you can't bring me a vat of ale,

that advice would have to do.

Unless... do you have any ale?

I thought you quit partaking of the drink.

I did, but I thought maybe the ale might help

loosen up my mind, you know? To help me use the kinj.

- Some drink? - Yeah.

To help... you know what?

I'll talk to the owner. Maybe I can put together a few things.

This is another reason why I hired you, Munt.

- You're well-connected. - Yeah.

- Right, here we go. - And now, figure out...

There it is. - ...how to track down

the assassin who tried to kill Falista.

- It is my fault she got away. - Sounds like what you need

is an old-fashioned investigation.

There's only one man I can think of who can help with that.

I assume you've summoned me here to schedule my execution.

Quite the contrary. We have summoned you here to enlist your help.

Well, as long as you're working with her,

- that's not going to happen. - Garret, please. Listen.

My life was recently threatened.

Tobin's reminded me that your family have a history

of investigating these sorts of issues.

You want to make me Gate Marshal?

Yes.

Swear your allegiance and I will grant you your freedom

in exchange for finding this criminal.

- Do you accept? - As I've already explained to your husband,

I shall never swear allegiance to you

so long as you align yourselves with The Three.

Enough. Take him away.

Oh. I see who's giving the orders.

Let me speak to him.

Guards, give us a minute.

You're wasting your time.

You should have left me to rot in jail like you promised.

Three is dead.

- What? - I killed him.

And I have his kinj.

- Can you control it? - I'm working on it.

- So you're one of The Three now? - Absolutely not.

I'm trying to give Falista and myself a legacy to be proud of,

but I can't do that with Falista being stalked by crazy criminals in the Outpost.

Now I trust you. I need you to do the same for me.

Oh, I trust you, Tobin.

But I don't trust Falista and I don't trust Two.

Did they tell you the cost of bringing you back?

The life of a Relman soldier.

I would have done the same for her,

as you have already done for Gwynn and myself once before.

I won't swear allegiance to The Three.

- I can't. - How many times do I have to tell you,

- I am not one of The Three. - All right.

All right. Will you release me if I swear my loyalty to you,

Tobin, and only you?

Will you find the girl who tried to kill Falista?

- I'll do my best. - I'll ask Falista.

Why ask Falista? Aren't you king?

Set him free.

- You redecorated. - Yes.

Warlita did a beautiful job, didn't you?

- It feels like home now. - I liked it the way it was.

Now I assume you didn't bring us here to drink tea and gossip.

You're my honored guests. I wanted you to feel at home.

So you won't be kicking the Blackbloods out of the Outpost?

No, of course not.

In fact, I invited you here to see how I can make things better for your people.

I know us royals don't have the best track record

as treating Blackbloods as equals,

but I want to change that.

- How? - You tell me.

Why are you doing this?

I'm sure it's no surprise to you all, I need allies.

The people here don't seem particularly inclined to accept a new ruler.

Well, replacing Gwynn is no easy feat.

What can I offer the Blackbloods in exchange for loyalty?

I'm giving you all the olive branch that Rosmund was never willing to give.

I'll give you land, autonomy, gold.

That actually sounds fairly reasonable.

So now our loyalty can be bought?

Well, we can't just reject an offer that lifts our people out of oppression.

The Blackbloods belong here as much as anyone else.

And we don't need her permission.

Wren?

You're the High Priestess. It's your decision.

High Priestess?

I didn't know.

- Well, from one royal to another... - I'm not a royal.

Well, from a queen to the High Priestess then

what can I offer you?

We plan on bringing our people through from the Plane of Ashes soon.

- We do? - Well, you said it yourself.

The Blackbloods belong here as much as everyone else.

We want our people to be treated as equal,

promised land of our own, and shelter.

Absolutely.

And in return, I'll have your support as Queen of the Realm.

How do we know that you'll keep your word?

I'll sign a formal decree. Will that do it?

We should talk about this.

- Is that a deal? - Yes. We have a deal.

Your Majesty.

So we're just going to give Falista exactly what she wants?

She's giving us exactly what we want.

I take it this means you're going to accept your fate?

You're going to be High Priestess?

My mother had a collection of ancient texts

that were passed down from one High Priestess to the next.

I'll need them to learn more,

and then I will make that decision.

Then we'll retrieve the texts and the rest of Blackbloods at the same time.

- Yes. - Hold... hold on.

I'm not so sure it's a good idea to bring them through right now.

It's time, Talon. I can keep them in line like my mother did.

Hopefully, I can convince my brother to come home with me this time.

Well, if he won't come willingly, we'll have to force him.

We're not leaving anyone else behind.

Oh, she sure sounds like a High Priestess to me.

I hope she knows what she's doing.

"Everyone" means bringing the Blackfists through as well.

This is a terrible idea and I don't agree with it, not one bit.

Janzo, you do realize that I lived in the Plane of Ashes for years.

- And were you with child then? - Well, no, but I...

Why must it be you who goes, Wren?