My, oh my, you are in a pickle.
Now dear old Jack shall give you a riddle.
You come to me, in hopes of a clue,
for how to kill the Beshilu.
The blood has been paid, so I suggest,
you listen tight, because Jack knows best.
Deep in the sewers, they make their home,
but this little fact you've already known.
What you don't know, however, is that violence alone,
will not seperate their soul from bone.
One who sees, but without eyes.
Not sight so much, she knows no surprise.
The wisest ruler of all these Rats.
Without her, you soon could get Rockford back.
Now how to find her; that is the trick.
All on your own, it will not come quick.
So this is the part, when Jack makes a deal,
the terms of which shall not be ideal.