"Ah, rats," Olga said when she heard of the mission.  She lowered her voice to match the conspiratorial tones of her fellow adventurers.  "I don't really much care for rodents.  My family always made sure to invest in cats...we had at least four master mousers for the house.  Now if only they made cats big enough for the job.  I saw a book in the Priestess' library with drawings from a man named Thom Longwalker...he had sailed to a land far across the ocean.  All of the inhabitants had dark skin, black really, and they had enormous cats, some as large as a small pony.  Fantastic book, everyone should read it.  If only we could get ahold of ourselves a couple of those beasties..."<br/><br/>The young priestess sensed the group was looking for a more practical solution...and she did tend to ramble.  It was a flaw she should work on one of these days, Olga mused.  "Yes, the rats.  I can certainly bring some light for the job.  Most of them hate light, you know.  So count me in."