You had been called into Copia's office. You were one of his more trusted acquaintances, and so you were instantly concerned you'd done something wrong. You knock on the door and step in.

"Ah, perfect, come sit." Copia grins and gestures the the chair opposite his own. He's surrounded by paperwork. "now I need to talk to you. I need advice on something important."

Copia plonks a large, grey rat on his desk, which is wearing a tiny top hat that the Papa must've crafted for it.