Goshg enters Twitch's lair, his face obscured with pair of black lens glasses and a large, plastic nose. With his same shuffled demeanor, he walks along the sewer pathway, finding the Plague Rat. Standing up as straight as he can, he waves an overt greeting.

"Greetings fellow Zaunite," he mocks.

"I have heard of your ties to that handsome and powerful practitioner of the Deep, Goshg! Have you considered getting him a gift, or at least a Yordle?"

Goshg stammers, the glasses sliding down his face. He pushes them back up, clearing his throat.

Twitch turns in slight surprise, his ears shooting up, pupils shrunken. He had taken interest in a trash pile before the interruption, something inside just barely managing a slight shine. "Ehm.." He looks about and examines the newcomer, hesitating to speak for a moment.

"I...well, I suppose..." The rat tilts his head as he watches, noticing something amiss, especially after seeing his nose literally move. "Yes, I CAN do that. Are you related to him then? Yes?"

Plague Rat,

A few of my fellow acolytes have informed me that they have seen a creature fitting your description skulking about the laboratory at random times. I am certain you used the sewage lines to do so, but I am unable to do anything about it. I also have discovered that you antagonized the Herald due to my business proposal, which we didn't come to a consensus to. I didn't agree on the grounds that I have no cheese, nor can I obtain any due to being stricken with poverty. Nor am I rat, so I can't simply take it for myself.

I apologize. I overestimated your desire to recreate your process. Though I must say, the time has been good to me, as I have completed my prototypes. Testing is all that is required, to ensure the equipment I've designed functions as it is meant to.

But I'm rambling. Have a nice day, Plague Rat.

- Asimov Imperas, the Herald's Chief Acolyte