Black Market

You step towards the rat, Ed.

"See, the people agree. The revolution's recruiting a few people every so often isn't going to impede on any mob business."

"You say that, then interfere whenever you disagree. You can't have it both ways, Ed. Stay out."

The chinchilla backs out of the plaza and disappears into the shadows.

"Thanks for your help. It's always nice to find an ally of the revolution in these Sewers."

He begins to walk away, then stops.

"Look, If you truly are interested in the revolution, there's a bar in the Lower City 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."