King Rat was on his feet, spitting at the figure below him.

King Rat told more and more stories about the city as they passed.

King Rat did not look up at the men sitting on the rim above, even as one of them spoke.

King Rat turned his head and paced to the far end of the container.

King Rat stood at the edge of the thin circle.

King Rat turned his head for a second, a flash of pale flesh.

King Rat looked at him and spat in his face.

King Rat caught it in one hand, without looking up.

King Rat did not turn, stayed where he was, dancing at the head of his people once again.

King Rat and he were eager to leave these bricks behind.