â€œI donâ€™t think I need to tell you twice why Iâ€™d rather avoid the city,â€ Montrell snorted, hoping she would get the hint. Escorting someone was not really something he would add to his agenda to begin with. If Roseâ€™s destination was not the city maybe he would be able to help her out. But as he said, he would much rather avoid having to go to that place if he could help it. He was sure that nobody wanted to be near a rat. Though Rose, on the other hand, did not seem to mind his presence. He wondered if that was because he was all she knew right now. Normally people would either try to chase him away or attack him if they crossed his path. It doesnâ€™t matter where you went, rather were not the most popular animal in existence. Every day seemed to be a constant reminder.<br/><br/>What she said was true, he did know the world pretty well. He might not have been familiar with what lies beyond the Kingdom but he still had a fair bit of knowledge. Stories tended to travel his way. To be honest, some of the things he heard made him terrified to venture out of his comfort zone.<br/><br/>Montrell watched in awe as she magically transformed the dress into something that was definitely less of an eyesore. Magic was a pretty amazing thing, â€œWell, thatâ€™s one way to fix it. You donâ€™t look like youâ€™re wandering around in rags.â€ He said bluntly while he looked her over. In the moonlight she did have a sort of attractiveness to her that he couldnâ€™t place a finger on. That dress really did seem to bring out her features; she had a nice figure and she seemed to really strut her stuff in it. But that was putting too much thought into it, was it not? Why the hell he was staring at her was beyond him and he needed to look away. He shook his head, looked away, and tried to steer his thoughts away from her. The last thing he wanted was for her to notice him staring at her.<br/><br/>Rose was right about having a tiresome trip. Montrell wanted to get as much sleep as he could. The swamp was a huge place, easy to get lost in, and the trek through it may take a few days if they move quick enough. â€œWell, the only place to sleep is my bed here. Other option is outside. Take your pick; however, I kindly suggest the former option if you want some help choosing. Around here, the swamp is not the friendliest place at night.â€ He told her as he shifted his position a little, making room for her in case she would choose the more comfortable of the two options. As reluctant as he was to share, he was certain she would not want to sleep outside in a place like this. The night time could be rather frightening even for someone who was use to the harsh conditions of the swamp.