[color=8882be][i]Grud looked at the second woman to address him and tried to understand what she asked, but was interrupted by the goddess' request. He Turned and pointed, quickly scurrying off in the indicated direction. He disappeared in the low brush, but didn't move very fast so keeping up by sound and the sight of moving branches was easy enough. And then he suddenly stopped, or rather was stopped, as the brush around him erupted in a flurry of rapid movement and high-pitched squeaks. When the group caught up to him, he lay buried beneath a pile of feasting rats. None of which seemed to pleased at the intrusion of yet more beings. With one last squeal they surged forward towards the group.

Mot, content to walk in the middle of the group, sent forth his summoned Gatewarden, and two just summoned Deathcult Rouges to hold off the swarm while until the others could gather their defenses, or plan their attack, as each being must choose. They met the rats, and held them , though more rats were coming and it was obvious that these three defenders wouldn't last long despite the gatewardens's apparent ability to kill with a touch.[/i][/color]