text: You drag the girl along the path to the burrow, as she cries.
  
  
  "Please, you have to help me get out of here. We can run, just run into the wilderness."
  
  
  "Can't do it. Too many bad things there. They'd kill on site a ratling. No, no," you say.
  
  
  "Please! I don't want to die..." she whimpers. "Can... can you tell me what's going to happen to me?"
  > You tell her the truth
  "Most likely? They'll take you down to the lower chambers as a treat for the more important Ratlings. They'll rape you for a few hours, maybe a few days depending on how resilient you are, and then they'll finally kill you and feed you to the giant rats."
  
  
  The girl bursts into tears, sobbing with terror. You stare at her with a twinge of sympathy and guilt, before continuing walking.
  
  
  "I need to get out of here! I need to...!" she says, looking as if she wants to run, so you tighten your grip on her arm, knowing there's no way she'll escape either way.
  
  
  Soon, you walk down into the burrows through the caved in portion of sewer and into the top layer of the many layered burrows. The weakest and most feeble rats are forced to live here, away from the safety that waits lower down. They look gleefully at the girl, talking and chattering among themselves. They grab at her, groping at her breasts and bosom and tearing pieces of fabric off her dress. You raise your sword to threaten them off, and they easily follow orders. You're weak for a Ratling, but you could easily kill the crippled and the the meek who surround you. You find a corner of the room, shoving the girl into it and raising your sword, waiting for Pak to arrive and take his prey.
  
  
  "I'm scared," the girl says.
  
  
  "I'd be, if I were you," you admit.
  
  
  "What's your name?" she asks.
  
  
  "Ritz," you say.
  
  
  "I'm Julianne," she says. "I don't want to die here."
  
  
  You don't say another word, as she begins to chant.
  
  
  "I have the soul of the dragon. Dragons to not break. Dragons do not die. Dragons do not show fear. Dragons survive the flames. I have the soul of the dragon..." she continues to chant.
  
  
  You turn, staring at her. You notice a long, silver necklace hanging around her, and grab it.
  
  
  "This is pretty," you say, admiring the silver.
  
  
  "You can have it. If you help me get out of here, it's all yours. It was a gift from my father."
  
  
  You stare at the necklace, knowing there's not a chance she's getting out of here alive, even if you tried to save her.