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Makitorg was beginning to explain everything, when all of a sudden he shrieked in pain; he dropped face-first onto the ground, an arrow embedded into his spine. Stepping into view is what appears to be a human, wielding a bow; however, something different is about him...

Intruders. Intruders. Primary functions: Kill Intruders the being said in an eerily monologue tone.

Everyone, time for Initiative; also, if anyone wants to know who the person is, roll a Perception check

The ratfolk looks up with sympathetic eyes at Roran; then, he takes a deep breath, and exhales, Mr. Dyaakist is the scientist behind this army...I believe you heard about the army that the orcs proclaimed? From the Kodar Lord?

My...my name is Makitorg...I...I am the assistant of Dyaakist. I'm...paid to make mutated dire rats...and give the orcs alchemist's bombs...to prepare for-The ratfolk quickly covered his mouth, and squeaked, Oh they're gonna kill me! They promised me safety and they're gonna kill me!

The hunched figure screamed, then turned around-to reveal a brown, rat-like face. The dire rats try to defend the ratfolk, but Alyara's snarl sent them scampering away.
The being then dropped to his knees and squeaked, "Please! Please don't kill me! Have mercy!" Tears were starting to stream down his rat-like snout.