[Funkduder]

Quintus batted a final rat away as he felt his legs shake. The hoard of rats left parts of his coat in shades of red. As he saw more and more of the rats flee, instead of giving chase he fell back, tired enough as he was, and could barely hop up to the first platform before having to lay down on his side. "Go! While the dog is still busy, we must hurry. Go up to the window and do your best to block the entrance."