"This way, the Mistress wishes to see us," A rat man said with a gruff voice as he led his kinsmen through the thick growth.
"What does she want? Is this because of those visitors?" One of the rats asked while he was in the process of changing into his humanoid form.
They continued walking fast toward their destination.
Memphis had never made any provision for transport for them. Even if they had a shuttle, there was no place to go as this heavenly realm was filled with lions that would tear them apart once they left the safety of Memphis's continent.
At least, she could have provided a hover platform or something but she seemed not to care. Memphis herself hardly required the services of the rats unless to run small errands or tidy things up.
She had seen reason to provide amenities that would improve the lives of her rats, making them better than what they were.
Unfortunately, she never acted on those reasons.
