While Ozend pulled Alice from the stones, he was met with only a slight bit of resistance. Alice's skin rubbed against parts of the wall that were covered in an unsightly mixture of waste products left by the rats and their habits of living.

Meanwhile, rats continued pouring through the other holes, all unusually large save for a few. Most of the rats didn't attack the adventurers per se, but scampered about in a disorganized ocean of flea-infested fur. Some had even made their way out of the cellar and into the tavern, soon to be stomped out by a few groups of pirates.

Vulthathar remained seated, comfortably on a chair whilst smoking another cigarette- it was his twentieth that day.