None of them seemed particularly keen to venture underground and Gorosk did not blame them.  He was from eager to jump down into the rat out himself. The tunnels were the rats home, they deeper they ventured the darker and tighter the tunnels would become and the more rank the stench of the air.  These were mere matters of comfort though really and much as they might make someone think twice about venturing further the real trouble was the rats themselves.  It was difficult to say how many more be crawling through these burrowed dens.  A dozen, two dozen, eight dozen?  In such cramped quarters they would be difficult to fight.

"Let's get this done," Gorosk said, realizing they had little real choice in the matter, "You can use these for the torch, giantess," he spoke to Vah'lux as he unwound the wraps that covered his fists and held them out to her.

"Unless anyone has any objections, I will take lead."