A famished platoon of Raggedy Men descend on your rat-sack. […] One sparkle-eyed rogue makes a few vague promises through mouthfuls of rodent, but it's not clear whether you've bought their loyalty beyond the last scraps of their ratty feast.
[…] 'Right you are, guv. We'll keep watch from up near the Red Chimneys down to the Cathedral Ropes. And you can keep yer rats. I'm bleedin' sick of rat, me.'