“Thank you…” Montrell said softly as he tried to think about why he would be so bothered by the lullaby. Yet whenever he would think about it too much, something odd would happen; his mind went blank as if there was something preventing him from trying to figure it out. What could be going on? Maybe Rose was right, maybe the darkness of the swamp was trying to get to him. It did play tricks on his mind sometimes. Ignoring the darkness that radiated from the swamp was no easy task, as he had said one would fall victim if they didn’t watch their step. The rat has watched his step for a long time. He has lost track of just how long, but Montrell knew he was not a victim. There was no way he was, he knew he wasn’t, he was not like those who were at all.<br/><br/>The rat poked his head out from under his blankets. He shook his head at Rose. “Oh, put the shield down! I’m sure as hell not some rabid animal. That won’t do you that much good where we’re going anyway.” It was somewhat true. The area of the swamp they were heading was very dangerous indeed and one did need magic to get through. However, he knew how to avoid some of the more powerful creatures. “We’ll leave in a few minutes.” Montrell slipped out from under his blankets completely, shaking his fur a little. He scratched himself behind his ear and then looked at Rose again. For a long moment, he looked her over, wrinkling his nose a little. “I’ll be fine, but if there’s anything you want, I’d grab it now before you regret it later.” He said as he moved past her, heading outside.