Starter for @imtrustypatches.
Their round, reflective eyes watched from the darkest corners in anticipation, awaiting the trespasser’s next movements-- a council of judges determining the human’s fate from the shadows. A cacophony of sounds resounded from farther inside: distant,dripping water, trickling into a larger source, a soft wind moaning through many caverns and crevices, and below it came the quiet echoes of other creatures’ cries and conversation.
If one might take the time to listen hard enough, their titters and squeaks may even have sounded intelligent, a language in its own right. Below this sound, still was something else: the slightest hiss of metal on metal.
The rat servant was informed by their king of the unrest caused by a new intruder, and thus had been dispatched to attend to the problem. Sword in hand, the followed the direction of the most distressed rats, the Rat King himself closely in tow.
His presence calmed some of his kindred, who were encouraged to see shelter in others’ nests until the potential threat had passed. So far away from any entrances had he been at the time that he was uncertain of the damages thus far; if anyone had perished, he wanted to see it for himself.
