"So," I prompted, "About the trade? Who has the grain?"
Fenric stayed silent by my side but Damer seemed to have a little bit of interest in what I was talking about.
I don't know if he's heard of trades before, but for a snake who can and can't wander everywhere, I wonder...
"The grains are being grown by the mouseling tribe."
As soon as those words left his mouth, the mere thought of rats being involved made my skin crawl.
I shuddered, every hair on my body standing erect and my eyes narrowing in disdain.
"R-rats?" I asked.
I don't think my prejudice and hate towards rats can ever subside. Mice and rats... They're all alike.
"No, no," I rubbed my arm, feeling the goosebumps that rose on my skin. "Anything but rats."
The hatred was still there. And even if I have to be friendly to rats just so I can get rice then forget it. I'd rather become a bandit and show them hell.
