The small ratfolk opened his eyes. Something was wrong, the smell was off. His eyes adjusted to the darkness. This was not his cot in the sewer of Absalom that he was used to sleeping on when he rested. This was the cold hard stone floor. He sprang up and found himself attired only in a loin cloth, all his possessions gone. He heard shouts and conversations. ”Where the hell am I? Who the hell are all of you?” The ratfolk bared his teeth at the strangers, almost in a feral way. His breathing accelerated and his eyes narrowed, as he prepared for combat. If these strangers meant him harm, he would show it to them!