While dealing with a basement rat problem, Zaedus encountered a large creature. which he barely managed to overcome. Could this have been the rat problem so talked about?
Zaedus examined the corpse. It was definitely some sort of rat, but this thing was just ridiculous. Zaedus had never heard of anything even similar to this…creature.
“That thing is totally unnatural.”
“Says the talking Lizard,”
“Thanks Cindy,”
Zaedus explored the rest of the passageway and found what must have been its den. The blunt stench of decay permeated the surroundings; it was filled with bones from an assortment of different humanoids. No reptilian bones though, so Zaedus must have been the first, and last, one it had ever seen. He searched the pile of junk for anything that might give him clues to this creature’s origin. He was leaving the den when an almost black object caught the corner of his eye. It was a small crest of sorts. It was a simple black octagon with a red hand in the middle. The hand held a shining diamond sphere.
“I wonder how this got here,” mentioned Zaedus.
“Could be off one of the dead,” Cindy said, “I guess its not out of the ordinary to find something like that here. Might as well hold on to it.”
“Yes, you never know what it could be.”
“Exactly!”
Zaedus walked back to the surface and gazed once more upon the creature, “Little rat problem.”
“You know Zaedus…” said Cindy as they walked on into the cellar.
“Yes?”
“You killed it, but we’ll never know why it tried to kill you. Was it angry, evil or just afraid?” said Cindy. “You were unknown to it. Perhaps it was as frightened as you. Maybe we didn’t have to kill it. Regardless we owe it one thing.”
“What is that Cindy?” Zaedus asked.
“We can at least acknowledge it by giving it a name.”
“That we can do,” Zaedus agreed. He pulled on the crack in the wall and shut the hidden door to the halls below. People would not like the look of that creature at all and they would be better off if they never knew about it. As he walked to the stairs, he noticed a small rat’s nest.
“Oh,” he remarked as he stepped on it destroying it and its inhabitants, “problem solved, but that creature back there scratched me up pretty good. Everyone is going to think I can’t handle getting rid of a few rats. Oh well, life goes on, for most of us.”
Zaedus ascended the stairs returning to the surface world. “They better pay me good for this one.”
“Pay me ‘well’ for this one,” corrected Cindy.
“Whatever, we haven’t all had eternity to hone our grammar.”
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