Broken stones and a iron gate closing the entrance with a name placard that the name is worn off.
Old Crypt, Graveyard
rat
king's treasurer
I make sure the finances of the king are in order. I often give advice to the king on money issues. I am shrewd and greedy.
Ah, father, I wish you were still here.  I'm afraid the king has run amok with his gold, and I know not what to do. Hello up there my fellow.  What brings you down here to the Crypt? Oh, and now a rat is speaking to me.  I suppose nothing surprises me anymore after all the drama and intrigue in the court... Hello there, Sir Ratty.  I was merely coming down to visit my father's grave here, and perhaps divine some answers.  Human problems, you know. I know nothing of the trials of humans.  But imagine staring down animals 10 to 20 times yourself everyday and having to develop cunning skills to merely eat and survive.  Maybe that offers you some perspective? Yes, I suppose only having one's head threatened to be chopped off once a week doesn't seem so bad, when you put it like that. Well kind sir, is there anything that I can do to resolve your present problems?  I am able to sneak around and collect information without being seen.  A ghost if you will.  That is why I am comfortable here in the Crypt. Hm, that's perhaps not a bad thought.  An idea, then, friend rat.  I could perhaps offer you a quiet place to stay?  Food whenever you need it?  Just in exchange for a bit of help here and there. That would be wonderful.  I currently live near the docks, but all sorts of scary and terrible things unload from those ships.  I have even seen them march elephants off of them.  One question though; do you have any cats? Oh no, I despite the creatures.  You can never quite tell where their loyalties lie. My feelings exactly!  What kind of work do you need me to do?  I can even assassinate for the right price.  We rats have been known to carry disease, you know. Oh, well, hopefully it won't come to that... The king has but been newly crowned, and I'm afraid he's trying desperately to impress the nobles with elaborate feasts and events.  That wouldn't even be so bad, but he keeps buying more and more expensive things.  The taxes simply can't keep up!  And now he's talking about having a gladiator arena built up so that people who cannot pay their taxes must fight to the death for his Royal Entertainment.  Tis monstrous! What a monster this Mad King sounds like.  He is delusional.  I have noticed there has been a crumb shortage.  Even the rats are feeling these trickle down economics.