The cell was not the worst place he had ever been, it was light, airy, had a view over the riverside as the sun was setting and mist was gathering. After all, being a rat brought up in the sewers, this, with a bed, a blanket, food and quiet night without anyone snoring had been bliss! "Tell us, Herr Kimlor, what have you been doing?" Three plump inquisitors had hardly squeezed into the cell to question him. Himlor settled back on the bed, grinning. "Foul deeds, as you would expect. Some fool left a pay chest unguarded, it was the usual straight race to find it." The first inquisitor, a plump squirrel, steepled his paws. "Who were you with necromancer? Tell us " The rat grinned, revealing rather too many pointy teeth, "Oh, my apprentice, an owl thrall, and a few friends I've made..." The second inquisitor, a rather over weight pug, snarled, "How are you controlling your undead pawns?" "Strangely, I don't do most of the contr...