
The rat nibbled on the bread, holding it tightly between his front paws. Suddenly, the bread dropped, and the rat scurried off at echoing thud from the front of the hall.
Isielin stood over a modest pile of wood, coughing at the resulting plume of dust.
"Pitiful," she muttered. "This is going to take forever at this rat-"
She looked up, noticing the young Mi'qote.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Can I help you?"
Isielin stood over a modest pile of wood, coughing at the resulting plume of dust.
"Pitiful," she muttered. "This is going to take forever at this rat-"
She looked up, noticing the young Mi'qote.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Can I help you?"