Rats in the Warehouse

Damn the day I agreed to become the supervisor of these warehouses! I get complaints all the time!

Nothing but complaints. All day long. One guy says rats ate a hat his grandma made for him, and another reckons they ate his iron slabs. What a liar! Thieves! He probably sold them at the auction house and now he wants to blame it on the rats. The trouble is, I can't argue because we really do have a rat infestation. They'll eat anything they can get their dirty little teeth on.

If only we could all join forces and eliminate the rats once and for all... All it would take is for every citizen to kill just a few, and they'd be gone! Let's start with you!

Kill four rats for me. There are plenty of people hanging around the Bort Quarter but no one wants to help.

I sent three to the warehouse. Good... Which means 15 dead rats...

That's Xadaganian wit for you!

Thank you! That's civilian mobilization for you. Nobody slacking, everyone fighting the rats. That's the only way a great country can be made!