After months of work, it's time for the Clattering Cup, a dockside gambling den, to receive a fancy upgrade. Tonight is the first night of it reopening as the Doskvol branch of the Consenting Pugilist's League, a mostly civilised fight club for the people. The Ghost Leaves, our gang of Hawkers, have been recruited by the owner Ged to ensure the first night goes off with a bang. But, the rain is pouring, there are unexpected guests, and a whole crowd of people to cater for. Surely for Silkshore's finest coffee house, this job can't go wrong?

After their brief foray into being the terror of Doskvol's waterways, the Ghost Leaves return back to the regular work of maintaining Silkshore's finest coffee house. But, it's a time of great change in the city, and dark truths are learnt about those closest to the party. Vinly does some market research, Halfdan tends to the dead, and Sabrina engages in class tourism -- mostly to annoy Vinly.

During the infiltration on board the Lockport's Lament, Bear, a smuggler with the Fog Hounds, was captured by the Bluecoats. Proving that there is still honour among thieves, the Ghost Leaves decide to free him before he can arrive at Ironhook Prison. A prison barge will be steaming down the Silk any day now, full of the city's unluckiest criminals. All they need to do is to find their target and get him out safely - surely nothing can go wrong?

Returning to our regular non-canine episodes, the Ghost Leaves are keeping their heads down after a particularly risky score. But, as always, no one is innocent in Doskvol, and more consequences rear their ugly heads. Halfdan loses faith, Vinly supports a fellow small business owner, and some sand from Sabrina's home seems to have appeared in a place most unusual.

While our main group of scoundrels escape from the Lockport's Lament, a four legged fighter is also fleeing the scene. Doghound, wounded, washes up on the shores of Silkshore, and three inquisitive strays decide to help this warrior return to glory.

For this session, we're not playing Blades in the Dark. We're playing Dogs in the Bark, a fan-made expansion of the game where everyone is dogs. It's the same dark city you know, though now even less colourful.

The Lockport's Lament, a leviathan hunter, has just had a new engine installed at great expense. The owners, the Gravedens, are hoping that this will turn their fortunes around and they'll finally be back to the upper echelons of society that they once dwelled in. The Iruvian embassy has other plans and has hired the Ghost Leaves to conduct a little bit of industrial espionage: Get in, photograph the engine, and get out. With the leviathan hunting fleet being essential to the city's survival, they are some of the most protected places in the city. But, taking a photo isn't too difficult, right?

Now their turf is secured, the Ghost Leaves conclude that their next goal is the same as every business in Doskvol: they need coin, and they need it fast. Halfdan finds that someone has struck against his church, Sabrina studies ancient Iruvian history, and Vinly learns that something terrible is lurking just behind one of their most trusted friends.

In a mouldy tenement in the docks, the impoverished locals are kept in place through fear. Their landlords, a gang of vicious Skovland dockers called the Grinders, have spread a rumour that in the basement there lives a creature from Skovic folklore that will hunt them if they break an oath. Is it real? It doesn't matter: our gang of Hawkers will exploit this situation for coin regardless.

With gang members both spiritually and physically wounded, the Ghost Leaves are starting to get more attention from those who dabble in the occult. Sabrina delivers some tragic news to a friend, Vinly encounters a fearsome whisper, and Halfdan has a vision of something on the edge of the veil.

Ged, owner of a gambling den by the docks, wants the weird noises coming from below his property to be stopped. He enlists the aid of the Ghost Leaves to don their waterproofs and explore what lies beneath. They quickly learn that beneath Doskvol is simply more Doskvol, and down there in the dark, some things that should have long since passed on still cling to the world of the living.