"Die, rat, die!" Phyrreth giggled, firing yet another bolt of fire with unerring accuracy, and leaving the room quiet and empty of enemies.<br/><br/>Syral paused for a moment before muttering. "Damn. You're good at that, lady."<br/><br/>"Ladies don't earn money." Phyrreth sniffed, then grinned. "But those rats burn just like almost anything else."