Deader, deader, deader..........Ratman

 As Fortu leads the frightened mules away from the smouldering huts, gently scratching behind their ears to distract and ease them, he reflects on the fight.

He knows that living as a slave has greatly sheltered him from life, but a rat that can change into a human is unbelievable. The transformation right in front of him had unsettled him, giving the old looking man an easy swing with his cudgel. Fortu is convinced that without previously taking the healing potion he would now be dead, the blow doing more damage than expected. He is relieved that they caught and killed both the lightening fast rat and the transformed one, although embarrassed at his own swing and miss, between the three on them. The sight of Arowe's rapid archery and Liga Bur's rat jam was impressive and he was happy enough with himself when fighting standing on the mezz'. As a team they had worked well together.

As he returns to the others he drapes a muscled arm around Rifkin's shoulder. "Back in the pits many men were scared, such that they'd piss themselves before each fight. But in the pit its 'stand and fight, win or die' and they would be there. If you ever run again like that, while in Arowe's cadre, keep running for if I survive I will hunt you down and kill you myself."

With a grin and slapping the Bard soundly on the back "Now explain to me what these items might be worth?"