"We'll have to negotiate a fee from the mayor."  Zemok leans in and speaks in a low tone, hopefully inaudible past the confines of the group.  "The town's short of flour, though...I think they'll come around to our way of thinking in short order.  A day of waiting might well loosen his purse strings, if he doesn't feel sufficiently generous first thing tomorrow morning.  Maybe he'll even loan us a couple guards to watch our backs, a pair of archers to cover a retreat is always good insurance.  These rats are supposedly the size of dogs, by the way.  This is no typical infestation.  Some of that may be exaggeration, but I suspect we will fine them to be genuinely dangerous."