You take the end of the heavy iron chain. At last, you have what you came for. She is needed for The Keening, the fell deed that lies at the end of all this. With the witch in hand, you start to leave, when the grinding voice of the Pytone pipes up again. "Forgetting something?" he says, rattling the bag of aether vials. As you reach out to take it, the sniveling noble quickly snatches it back. "Oh, I am sorry, but that was not part of our deal. However, if you are prepared to perform one more task for me, I am sure I can oblige."

He has trapped you again, will you never escape this snake's coils? Having just witnessed what this witch is capable of, you will need the vials of drugs to get her back to Verum. After everything that has happened, a part of you considers forcing the man to give you the vials, but the sight of the dozen or so guards within striking distance sobers the thought. The Five may be subject to the laws of Verum, but you are a long way from home. Only a fool would think The Pact would save you from a family like the Pytones. Feeling the knots gather between your shoulder blades, you ask him what he wants.

"You hunt monsters, do you not?" he asks, clearly grinning behind his ornate mask. "Well, I want the heart from the greatest of them all. The Ogre of Thrace."