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[Everyone in the Warrens is assumed to be in Rodens form. Most of the places are too small to allow for any other forms.]
Kaldrenzi woke in the common area, off the Ravaging. Many others from his Plague were present, and it smelled of home. There were hundreds of rats in the narrow tunnels with him, in a big moving ratpile. Most of his other wounds had healed up by now. The one in his rear leg still ached a bit, but it wasn't really a problem. The huge tear in his shoulder, on the other hand... even with the ministrations of the Mother of Ravaging, it still hurt some. The spirit bound within felt strange, but somehow comforting.
What woke him was an increase in activity of the rats in the pile. They were all crawling over each other to get to a new arrival. The Vengeance and the Mother had just walked into the area, and all the rats wanted to show their respect. After a little while, the Mother came to where Kaldrenzi was resting, sniffed at his shoulder, and spoke to him.
"Your wound is better. By tomorrow, it should be as well as it will get. I expect there will always be a little pain there, but that should remind you of your accomplishments, and your mistakes. A little humility can never be a bad thing."