During the day, the quay is bustling with typical activity of a port: burly longshoremen carry crates and roll barrels away from ships for storage and sailors who still have their sea-legs saunter past on their way to drink and more adventures. By night, the quay is teeming with unsavory characters: men who are hardly men any more after losing their way through drink and gambling hunker amongst coils of rope stiffened by the salt water while rats scramble from box to box gnawing their way into the goods contained inside.
Quay, Port
drunkard
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.
Hey don't make fun of my tail my wife loves it I bet she likes your tail! haha! Hey..you want to have some fun messing with some of these sailors? We could score ourselves some food or coin? sure whatdo you want to do That one big guy passed out over on that box. I saw him win some tonight. He was drinking and betting. You go sit on his belly, so if he wakes up, you will be a distraction. I will take the money out of his pocket slowly. I have had a bit tonight myself, so hopefully it goes smooth. If the plan works...we will split the money. What do you say? I am game  get ready here I go Holy crap! That was close! Hey, we got quite a few coins. I can buy me some whiskey. Do you want some cheese to take back to the Mrs.?  Yes pleae that would be so great They got Swiss and cheddar. What is your pick? cheddar all day ever day Haha! You need any whiskey to go with that? no I think that would kill me haha It just might. Ok, here is your cheddar. You aren't too bad for a rat. This was fun. Maybe we can meet again in the Quay. Give my best to your wife and her tail. 