[Verus]

TS: Third Cycle, Seventh Brightening of Optia. Era XIV PF.

Temujin had been in The Dirty Prince only twice since it had opened after the fires that had destroyed a portion of the city. He had diced with a couple of the patrons and lost more then he had won, but that was how the game went. It was a decent place to visit though.

Entering through the swinging saloon doors, the rhaghrnd looked around. It was only a few candlemarks after noontime and it wasn't all that lively. Eyeing the stage that he had never seen used before, he shrugged his shoulders. Perhaps they had not yet hired anyone to work the stage yet.

Striding to the bar, he ordered a leather ale and paid the dorin behind the counter. Leaning back-to the bar, Temujin ran a gaze over the patrons the the bar, they didn't seem like to lively a crowd. As his gaze ran around the room though, he noticed something that had not been there last time he had visited this place.

Walking over to ac orked section of the wall more out of boredom and idle curiosity then anything, the rhaghrnd read the notice that had been posted. "Large rats, eh?" the rhaghrnd spoke aloud to himself. 'Gotta be pretty big if they're paying 100 crowns to each one that helps get rid of them.' He added inside his own head. While the rhaghrnd did not fancy himself an exterminator, he preferred more dangerous game then rats, he had nothing better to do and walked back to the bar.

"I see you've got a problem with rats," he said idly when the black dorin came close enough. "Out of curiosity,how big are they?" If the dorin couldn't get rid of them himself and if the dog chained to the door across the room was no help, hopefully they were fairly large. He didn't really want to help then find out they were small enough to step on and be done with.