A few minutes later he hurries me out the door with my bottle of poison. With that in hand, I head off to see Cutleaf again to find out where I'm going with this fresh bottle of murderjuice.
Cutleaf seems satisfied, "You got the poison? Right. Now there will be a lot of guards, so you'll be wanting to take some friends with ye."
"Yeah. Friends. I have those. I have so many that they couldn't come in here with me. They had to wait outside. Which is why you never see them."
"I'm sure you know best," she says warily.
"Yeah. So where is this hideout? Please don't say it's in-"
"You'll be heading for the far side of Chetwood."
Thankfully, dealing with Cartwell has put me in the mood to end lives, or I don't think I'd have the willpower to get through this.
Next Time: Chetwood, here I come... again.