Many kings being hidden in this world was something that Montrell did understand. Naturally, lot of the preternatural creatures that roamed the land wanted to keep their world a secret from humans. It was usually the ones who were either not as powerful as some creatures or just didnâ€™t care to deal with humans. It didnâ€™t surprise him, but it had taken him aback hearing that there was still a vampire king around. Especially since this king could not die; the last time he had heard about a vampire king he was told that they were all dead. He was a creature that had become accustomed to the stories of vampires who detested garlic and are unable to stay out in the sunlight. They were burned by holy water and died when they took a steak to the heart. This whole turning into a rose and being resurrected was completely new to him.<br/><br/>He shied away when she neared him, still keeping his guard up. Though her touch was oddly soothing he still was not sure how to handle all of this information she was telling him at once.<br/><br/>â€œWell, I suppose the least I could do is finding you some clothesâ€¦â€ the rat said with a sigh. He chose to disregard what she had said about him not being a rat, deciding that finding her some clothes was more important right now. She probably did not want to walk around naked. He could assure her that he was not going to do anything but still. It would be better if he tried to look for something. â€œI donâ€™t exactly wear clothes myself, but Iâ€™ll see what I can dig up.â€ He had a lot of stuff around so finding clothes should not be too difficult, right? â€œGive me a few minutesâ€¦â€ Moving past her he left the room, heading into one of his many storage areas. He had converted the house into a place where he could store a lot of things. It was messy, but he knew where everything was.<br/><br/>A lot of it did come in handy so he didnâ€™t completely feel like he was one of those hoarders. Montrell spent a good ten minutes searching around to see what he could give Rose for clothing. When he returned to her he held out what appeared to be a dress, â€œIt isnâ€™t perfect, but beggars canâ€™t be choosers.â€ The dress was a little old and worn, he probably got it off someone poor, but there was something appealing about the dress. If he had not liked it in the first place, then it would not have caught his eye after all. â€œNow that you have something to wearâ€¦â€ he continued, hopping onto what appeared to be a bed of some kind. â€œLetâ€™s talk about your little adventure through the swampâ€¦ We leave in the morning. Iâ€™ll lead you out of here, but no further. I would rather avoid the city.â€<br/><br/>It was needless to say that he was reluctant to go with her. Hell, if he set foot within five miles of the city he would probably be struck down. But there was something deep inside of him that didnâ€™t want her to wander off on her own. She didnâ€™t know about the dangers, essentially she would be stepping into a new world.