Riverbank

As she stumbles, you rush to the guard. She puts her paw on your shoulder, thinking you're there to help her. You plunge your dagger into her neck. She shrieks in pain and pushes off of you. The dagger stays lodged in her neck as she stumbles backwards.

She claws at the handle of the dagger, unable to remove it. As she does, her legs buckle, and she collapses to the ground. The thrashes in a pool of her own blood, then slows down, then stops. Dead.

The voice from behind you speaks again.

"A friend of the revolution. Good."

A handsome rat approaches the guard's body and pulls out the dagger. He looks at you.

"I can handle this from here. It'd be best if you made yourself scarce."

As you turn to run off, he says.

"If you truly are a friend of the revolution, there's a bar just south of the Chinchilla War Memorial called the Squeakeasy. Cheesy name, I know. That's where our hideout is. Tell them Ed Hamster sent you."

You scamper off into the crowd.