A rank maze of sewers that lie below the tower. They course with filthy ooze from the experiments of the mad king. Rats patrol its smelly walkways. Bones of treasure seekers lie riddled across the walkways, nibbled clean by the fat rats.
Tower Sewers, Inside Tower
fat rats
treasure seekers
Our little band of "treasure seekers" has heard that the men will be gone from the little village nearby. There will only be a few guards left, so we should be able to rob them with impunity. Sometimes some of us have pangs of guilt, but it doesn't last long when there's silver in our hands.
You will die before you dine on me, Fat Rat. Easier meats... No, I need my servant to guide me out so I can rob the village. Meat wanders into my dark home. Meat will never leave! Blood, bone, and hot, fresh meat. Mine to eat! I will slay you all. Nothing will stop me from getting the treasures I seek. No sharp metal will stop me from biting, ripping, and clawing. Strips of meat will fall away. Too fast for meat to hit!