Back in the Bayou, you spot Calypso sprinkling some sort of powder on the crops of her garden. She takes a quick glance at you before returning to her work.

Mande padon. My jaden has been overrun with rats as of late, so I’m sprinkling a bit of nightshade in the crops to ensure they don’t bother me anymore.

You watch in silence as she sprinkles some of this rat poison on her herbs and crops.

Rats have always been a thorn in my side, but they’ve lately been growing in number. Originally, it was just one or two individual vèmin that would try to consume what I’ve been growing. Now they have a kòmandan in the form of a Pied Piper sending small swarms of them to gather what I’ve grown.

That annuiyan kòmandan cannot grow anything he desires, so he gets his rats to sneak into my jaden and take what he wants from me. In return for their sèvis, he promises them a hearty meal made with the crops they stole from me.

Mama Calypso shakes her head in annoyance.

I cannot allow the fruits of my labor to be destroyed by a group of vèmin trying to please their piper. Action must be taken to dissuade further theft.

As she sprinkles the last bit of poison on the final crop, she turns to face you with a smile.

At Red Snow, I will do exactly that. I will distribye my nightshade to all of these rats for their thievery. Then I will follow the ones entelijan enough not to eat the pwazon back to their Piper and cut off his head, ending my problem once and for all.

That Piper being you, misye Anton. You are the one that’s been sending these rats you call chefs to scurry into my jaden and having them take my herbs and crops from the Bayou. You have to be dealt with before you can send any more vèmin to take from my home.

A rat waddles into view, picking out a crop that has been sprinkled with the nightshade.

I’ve sent many warnings to you and your fellow cooks this past month. You have a stab wound in your leg still to prove that, yet you remain undeterred by the fact that I can kill you in a moment’s notice.

It continues to chew on the plant as the Voodoo Child talks.

Since you won’t listen to reason or you’re too stipid to understand what kind of game you’re playing, I’ll have to follow through on my threats and cut off your head. That way, any vèmin that survive my onslaught will think twice before coming back to the Bayou.

The rat then proceeds to scurry off for a few feet before coming to a halt. It writhes in agony for a little bit before keeling over.

You and your rats take from me, it’s only fair I take from you. I don’t shine to food or theft, Anton. I shine to only one thing… your soul!

With a laugh, she walks away, leaving you to deal with the now dead rodent.