Rat's eyes slowly drifted around the now mostly emptied room. His dog rats ran up to him and placed some kind of gem at his feet. He picked it up and gave it a good sniff. The core. The magical engine that supported this whole space. The thing responsible for drawing in all the unexpected guests. He took this and the place collapsed.

He took another contemplative look around. Those knights had actually done a hell of a job restoring the place. Those things were the result of some impressive magecraft. He waved the rat monster away. "Go put dat back. I think I own dis join now."

The monsters scurried away as he surveyed the room. Modular layout. Classy aesthetic. Didn't really exist so he wouln't have to pay taxes on it. He wondered if it had a kitchen or if the food just generated? He looked down at the trey of hors d'oeuvre and found more cheese. Okay, self generating, so he probably would have to train rats into chefs. He could make them waiters though. People might not like being waited on by rat monsters, but he could sew them little suits.

The idea came together in his head. With this he could leave behind this double dealing mercenary lifestyle of a mage for hire and go into business for himself. Make a living on the straight and narrow. He could probably start tonight, seeing as he hadn't seen diner on the table when he'd broken in here. "Hey, civil war." he said. "You hungry?"

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