The sun beats down hot on this burnt out husk of a city. Ashes and rusted metal blow through the streets. Tumbleweed rolls by, rats scurry between smoking buildings. There is no water to be seen.
midland town, Wasteland
outlaw
rat
I am a large gray rat that scurries around in the castle walls. I like visiting the kitchen to snack on the bread crumbs. I carry diseases, so don’t touch me.
It's dry, isn't it friend? This place is hotter than Hades, Well knock me down with feather! A talking rat! we keep it quiet. But i'm bored and thirsty. looks hopefully at your mug. Sadly, my mug is empty.  I would be a happier man if it weren't. Do all rats speak human language or are you .. special? squeak ... squeak Oi! Give that back you thieving rat! I see it is empty. pointless taking it, it's a bit big to drag around empty. So, what happened here? It looks like a war zone. squeak??? Back to squeaking are you. Fickle little rodent.  I could certainly do with a drink.  Even water would do. suck? enough to share... Desperate times, and all that.  I suppose that we must make do with what is before us.