It is cold, dark and filled with bats. it is humid and there are some paddles on the ground.
Bat room, Cave
bat queen
bat
I am a child bat. I am small and have fangs. I sleep all day and hunt for food at night. I eat fruit and make no noise.
How are you my queen? Oh, my friend... I have much weight upon me. I will confide in you, but you must swear to secrecy. What is it? You must swear... I swear. I have heard word from a scout that the Human King means to clear out our bat room... He wants to use it as a second dressing room for his wife. I am lost as to a solution. Certainly there must be something we can do. I have been racking my brain, but I cannot think of one... Are our numbers not enough to fend them off? No... I have thought of a solution, perhaps, but... It may be deadly for us. It may be successful at the same time. What have you been pondering? Poison perhaps? Essentially. If we were to find a rabid dog and drink of its blood, the humans may fear becoming rabid themselves, and abandon the whole affair. What do you think?