Transcript: I'm closing in on the whole ring. I'd pat myself on the back, but let's face it… these aren't exactly bloodthirsty desperadoes we're talking about. Rapture's full of poets, artists… tennis players, not hired guerrillas. But this leader of theirs, this Fontaine… he seems to know his way around a grift. He keeps his nose clean, but not so clean that the right people don't know he's not to be trifled with…
Location: The Fighting McDonagh's Tavern, on the center bar table.