A crumbling hole gapes in the side of the stone, surrounded by rotted wood timbers. A few rusted pieces of block and tackle lay half-buried in scraggly grass. A strange sort of humming noise emanates from within.
Abandoned Mine, Mountain
kid
rat
I am a rat I love to eat crumbs dropped on the floor. I love dark places and scurrying about the castle. The kitchen pantry has the best food.
Food, food, looking for food, need food, where is food? Ack! A rat! I'm not food! Not food?  Maybe has food? I don't have anything on me! Know where food is?  Lead me to food? I'm lost in here. Get back! I shall flee from this monstrous child, perhaps this rat sized shovel will help me escape, and find food? I'm sorry - I didn't mean to scare you! Friends?  Friends! Friends! So now we find foods? I'm sorry, I can't help you there. But what kind of food do you eat?