"Hey guv'nor, wanna know where the treasure is?" it called up, twitching its whiskers. Kal looked at it.
Talking rat. Right. Magic gets bloody everywhere these days...
"And you know where the treasure is, do you?" he said aloud. "Any reason why I shouldn't just stamp on you?"
The rat looked affronted.
"I said I knew where the treasure is, didn'n I? An' I c'n tell you where the treasure ain't as well. Ain't that good 'nuff?"
"It might be," Kal admitted, glancing up at Falcon, who shrugged. "So where is it then?"
"Uh-uh, I ain't tellin' ya right now. I want somefing in return."
"And what's that exactly?"
The rat's little black eyes gleamed excitedly, and it swished its bald, rather scabby tail.
"I wanna be an adventurer! Lemme come wiv you, and I'll take ya to the treasure. 'Ave we got a deal?"
Lie. Say the rat can come along, then stamp on it as soon as the treasure's found.
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