"[color=c9daf8]Thaga over there says she has a rat problem. Says they keep her from getting to her supplies and the like in the store room. I wouldn't think it would be a big issue. Apparently this has been going on for weeks. If it wasn't for fresh stuff being delivered, she'd have had to shut down by now. It's putting a real damper on things and causing her business problems. Not to mention there's food safety concerns. So she wants us to get rid of them, clean them out.[/color]" Her face curled in disgust a bit but she shrugged. 

"[color=c9daf8]She said they were pretty big. I hate rats but... There are worse things. I figure it won't take us that long to play exterminator. Are you good with that?[/color]" Her hands were folded one over the other, fingers laced together on the table top as she asked the question. Her shoulders back, spine straight, head erect, and her gaze focused on him. She was clearly in business mode, but somehow it only improved on her bearing. 

Inwardly she was fairly sure it would suit his sensibilities, and it would be good experience. It would benefit the bar owner, and help keep a good business in operation, make everyone's lives safer and better. And it would save them coinage. On that thought she was reminded of another portion of the discussion. "[color=c9daf8]If we find anything shiny the rats dug up, Thaga says we can keep it.[/color]"