The Grand Hall

"We ensure that you can trust money. That you keep believing in its worth. What we paid you, no matter the currency or material it is made of, its still worth something within the nexus despite it being made of of several completely different worlds. That, devotee, is nothing short of a true divine miracle wouldn't you agree? The miracle of our church." The voice replies. "Money is a divine gift that keeps all of civilization together and we serve it."

[Tracking Rats - The Ruins of Light's Hearth]

Tarim's eyes narrow. Perhaps not the best way to put that.
"The rats must have a controller. That's what we will be looking for as they're coming from down there." He gestures down at the street underneath their feet. "But if you can located it, why aren't you doing it? People's lives and livelihoods are at stake as long as these demonic forces infest our city." The servant thrusts the dead rat towards Halae.
He then looks at the elf as if expecting him to do something with the rat as well yet says nothing.