As the two dwarves hold their brief conversation over the silence of the town they can hear a small voice cry out. "Hey! Hey! They ain't paid us yet! Don't go killin' any rats yet!" It sounded like it came from a house up a small clearing from the main street. The manor house resting on top of a small hill was visible through wispy curls of fog. No light shown from any of its windows and no smoke blew from its chimney at the top.

As Jasmine rounded the building she could see Pickles digging at the corner of wooden cellar door. The dog was making considerable progress in widening the gap between cellar lid and ground. Clearly excited to be on the hunt again Pickles ignores her calls and continues digging. The small dog squirms itself hindlegs wriggling to and fro' underneath the cellar door with a sharp snarl just as Jasmine arrives within arms reach.