Art Gallery

The rodents struggle on the floor. It's clear that the rat is both stronger and more skilled than the guard. After a brief wrestle, the rat pulls a knife out of his boot. He slashes the guard across the cheek. If you don't do anything, this rat will kill the guard.

The rat backs the guard up towards the door, then shoves him against it. He prepares his dagger for a blow to the gut. 

Before the rat can strike, slam into him with your body, throwing him off balance, You grab the guard and shove out the doors of the gallery. The you stumble across the sidewalk, blinded by floodlights, still holding onto the guard. You feel some rough paws pull you out of the light.

"We have a wounded, here!"

A couple of Royal Guards take the injured guard out of your hands. As you recover from the blinding light, you see the patrons of the gallery flooding out of the building. A Royal Guard supports you while you regain your footing.

"Thank you for your help in there. Allies of the Royal Guard are few and far between down here in the Lower CIty." 

When you're finally able to stand on your own, the guard says,

"You should think about enlisting in the Militia. You'd be the sort of Guard we need more of. You can at the barracks in the Upper City.

The guard begins to walk away.

"Just give it some thought."