"Straight to the point. I like that. I am looking for something. You hunt monsters, do you not? Well, I want the heart from the greatest of them. The Ogre of Thrace."

After everything that has happened, a part of you considers forcing the woman to give you the witch, 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 Amiese. Feeling the knots gather between your shoulder blades, you resign yourself to the task.