[A letter is delivered to the Spellguard tower by a trained rat.]

You fools do not seem to understand. Spellguard agents have been baned from Mycopolis. Your penalty for being caught is a swift death. No trial. No hearing. No last words.

You've been warned.

[The letter is thrown away]

[Before the rat can scurry away after delivering its letter, Agent Best captures it and lets the Tower's cook prepare a deliciously spiced rat stew from it. He shares some of it with Agent Blake.]