The sun's light has finally given up for the day, and Mowler, Grai and Lilandra now travel through a dark city. Every building they pass in rodenttown is the same: gates closed, windows shuttered, no outward sign of life. But for the lizard folk, the Kalishtar and the centiataur, the streets are basically deserted. The streets of Boryg are no longer safe at night, especially not for the smaller races.<br/><br/><br/>Sashi's large brown lapine ears easily pick out every word spoken in the room. Most of the mice are chattering restlessly about starving infants and looming predators, but some of the conversations have shifted to Takal and Sashi.<br/>"...that man is positively<span style="font-style: italic">enormous</span>"<br/>"...a farmer?"  "no, that's a war scythe..."<br/>"...I wish I could do that with my hair..."<br/>"...she's strong. You can't even tell she's wearing plate..."<br/>"...are they going to protect us?"<br/><br/>The hind seems to be weeping for lost loved ones.<br/><br/>The barmouse is humming a soft, familiar tune.<br/><br/>One of the rabbits puts on his best face and turns to Sashi.<br/>"Hey babe, what's happening? You looking for some action?"<br/><br/>Sashi also hears the footsteps approaching the cellar's tiny door.