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
sailor
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.
A rat's life is the life for me, I like to eat bread crumbs and travel the sea! Nice we shall be heading out to sea here shortly some make sure you are ready to go It is certainly a beautiful day here at the Quay!  What do you say?  Shall we soon go away? yes, this afternoon just make sure the cook doesn't see you.  Know how he gets around rats Oh noes?  Does he mean to eat?  This rat does not want to become kitchen meat! nope he just probably throw you overboard  That makes me sad!  With such a thing, how can you be glad? I am not glad I make up a story that you are good luck sign from the gods or something like that Oh thank you kind sir, you are a friend indeed!  If I can be of aid, tell me just what you need? Just  keep the other critters a bay and I make sure you get a nice block cheese and bread a day Oh happy day!  You rhyme like me! We will surely be best friends - just you wait and see! Ok go and pack up we leave in a hour