The rat den is a disgusting, musty room deep inside the tower sewers. This is the area that the rats pull the bones of the treasure seekers, so they are able to get full access to all of the decomposing meat on the bones. Around the room are empty crates, that are broken and falling to pieces. Scattered glass litters the floor, broken ale bottles where some of the poor have tried to stay in the den, before the rat's had over taken it. There are torches on the wall, but dim now, as no soul wants to see the what the light would show. There are rat's nests in the corner, bits of straw, cloth and other odds and ends the rats have dug up.
rat den, Inside Tower
peasant
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.
What are you doing down here?! I had nowhere else to go. Well as long as you don't interfere or bother us then you are okay. I promise I won't. I'm just here to sleep for the night. What has made you need to resort to coming to us rats? I was sleeping outside but the guards made me go away. This was one of the only places I could get into that had any privacy at all. No guards will find me way down here. Or anyone for that matter. Well welcome to the life of a rat, where everything is repulsed by your mere presence.  I can relate a lot to rats. People being repulsed by your appearance. Life is not fair, is it? Not at all, but that is what we are condemned to, unfortunately.  A life of dismay. No one appreciates me on the outside. Well if you can stand us, then we can be alone and vilified together. It's better than being lonely. We're all creatures at the end of the day.