"I never asked you to pay for it. You don't have to deny it."
The Ratfolk Priest was so furious he laughed, then abruptly changed his tone. "A mind that twisted? You're a demon thing, all right. This place has been exposed. The human things will be here any moment. If you don't want to get caught, come with me!"
"Hey, just because you're one of my own kind doesn't mean you can slander me..."
Annan followed the Ratfolk Priest and the other rats from the stronghold into a tunnel. Everything was going just as he had expected.
If he had infiltrated another Chaos Cult stronghold, Annan would have known neither the place nor anyone there. Even a flawless transformation would have drawn suspicion.
The Ratfolk were different. They were Stuen Ratfolk, and from what Annan knew of the Stuen things, they loved collecting members of other races to improve their bloodline.
And he was a male Succubus. There was no way they would let him go.
Following the Grayfur Rat Priest through an underground labyrinth that never seemed to change direction, Annan could feel that they were descending as they went. They were escaping beyond Montreal Mountain.
Some tunnels were new, others old. The Ratfolk had clearly been digging them in secret for a long time. But now that the prison break had exposed them, they would have to abandon whatever plans they had made.
After winding through the tunnels for dozens of minutes, Annan could only guess which way they were going. Then a faint light appeared ahead.
As they emerged, fresh air rushed into Annan's nose.
He looked back. They had already left Montreal Mountain.
Albeck, I'm back!
True to the Ratfolk Clan's reputation for disguise and assassination, the Ratfolk Priest dug a carriage out of the