Alice was already screaming when she was forcibly yanked from her hole, covered in filth and landing in the midst of scurrying rats, scampering all about her.

She looked at that inconspicuous human girl and screamed. She looked at her uppity slave and screamed. She looked at that non-mage plebian and screamed.
Alice did not like creepy-crawlies.

Naturally, the wizard followed her instinct, and cast a simple but surprisingly useful spell: the one that burns things. A fireball shot out from the end of her staff, igniting half a dozen rats to go scurrying around as the smell of burnt hair filled the room.