Cuthbert would have done anything for a good gun, but you play the hand you're dealt and that was exactly what he intended to do. He had made a good run for a knife but missed out on the other supplies he needed. It wasn't much of a hardship, as long as he had the knife he could kill anyone and anything he wanted.

He was hiding in the shadows now, silent and focused. Two rats had found out the hard way how serious Cuthbert was taking this, and so would the next person to cross his path.