<div class="floatright">(https://mfiles.alphacoders.com/402/402340.jpg)</div>As the boy dropped the over-laden bag of rattails off to the fat bastard collecting them, Lesniya’s jaw dropped open. It comically stayed that way for several moments while she just stared. How were they doing it? She barely had enough time to save her own ass, let alone kill the rat beasts that had been swirling around them while the girls screamed in the mud.<br/><br/>Sophia’s hissed whispers brought Les back into the present and she shoved a hand through her wild mane to push the tangled mass back from her eyes, swearing under her breath before taking a drink of the ale. Her tongue darted out to grab the drop left on her lower lip before she nodded in agreement to her companion’s question. “Aye, we need help. Someone who can best those rats with one swipe…Oh!” She perked up as the idea went off her in head like a lightbulb.<br/><br/>“Soph,” She started, leaning forward and hissing a whisper. “If we could find someone good enough with a sword to help us, and dumb enough to do it for a small price, then maybe we could learn from the idiot. There has to be some sort of secret to these beasties.” She gestured back towards the door where the boys who’s balls hadn’t even dropped yet were counting their loot and splitting it. Her voice dropped to a hushed hiss. As if she was angry to have to even spit out the words “If those blokes can do it, and get fifty, there’s got to be something we’re just missing!”<br/><br/>Leaning back, her green eyes began to sweep the room. “But who would take us on…”<br/>