Montrell let out a soft sigh as he looked up from his food. Upset wasn’t really the word for it; it was more like it was becoming somewhat annoying. “Are you really that surprised?” The rat inquired, sounding somewhat defensive. “You’re right; I’m not like the other rats in the swamp… I don’t want to be. They’re monsters that have been swallowed by the darkness.” He said simply giving a nod of confirmation that he really did not think highly of them. What he didn’t mention was the fact that he was much larger than they were. The other rats were smaller and most likely thinner as well since they choose to live a life where they are constantly fighting for food. Montrell was use to this as well, but he didn’t have to fight back against a lot of things in this corner of the swamp. It was a charming luxury.<br/><br/>“Why do you think I want to make sure we’re… well equipped before we head out? This swamp has become a dangerous place, and if you take one false step,” Montrell pointed his fork at her and gave her a stern look just to make himself even more clear, “just one, you’ll end up being swallowed by the darkness, too.” He took in a deep breath and relaxed a little, finishing up what was on his plate and taking a few more sips of wine. At least this was taking his mind off what she was saying about him being human. But… but there was some part of him that wanted him to believe her. He has always thought of himself as odd, knowing his human traits were different, but he has always thought it was because he didn’t let the swamp get to him. Was he… was he wrong?