You walked into the House of Lamentation’s kitchen, not quite expecting to see Barbatos. It was a welcome surprise of course, but then you looked around, a bit confused.

The kitchen was covered in flour and broken glass… it was all a mess, and Barbatos was sitting right in the middle of it. He sat with his legs crossed on top of the counter, holding a knife as he smiled squintily at you.

“Apologies… there was a rat….ahem… is a rat.”