The Great Chamber went deathly silent. The Matriarch's whiskers were shaking so hard she looked like she was vibrating. She looked at me, then at the two massive killing machines flanking me, and finally understood: she wasn't a merchant today. She was just prey in a very small room.
I thought I had done a good show. I instilled fear and they all felt it, including the mouse guards that were holding tiny spears.
They thought they could get me down with numbers? They wish.
I will stomp on every single one of them and tear them to pieces. Maybe then we can resolve the grudge of the past, but there's no guarantee I won't hunt down more rodents in the future and kill every last one I bump into.
Come to think of it, the reason I probably enjoyed watching the Stone Martens get torn to shreds is that they were rodents as well.
Hm, could be.
