You didn’t need to be a ranger to tell that Destasher was a variation on a classic dungeon boss - a rat king. But, instead of being tied together at the tail, or somehow mutated into one, Lydia was pretty sure that this creature was three entirely separate creatures who arranged themselves into a totem pole of sorts by sitting on each other’s shoulders.
A smile of pure delight lit Dia’s face as she stepped forward to offer Destasher her hand to shake. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m Lydia, and you must be the eponymous Destasher?”
“We are, we are.” Destasher said, grinning back at her with an equal amount of zeal. The hands inside the coat darted forward, folding their long, dark, clawed fingers over Lydia’s much larger and paler one, though it seemed the top rat was the
