July, 1883. Half-Rats is, as he usually seems to be; down on his luck and fretting for the future.
One fateful night, he carelessly decides to drown his sorrows with strong libations – and he runs up a tab at a pub he knows he can’t pay…
Remarkably; Instead of a reproachful speech and coarse removal, he is instead told a tale he can hardly believe.
A tale involving great riches, but even greater peril. If he was not so desperate, he wouldn’t conceive of embarking on what could be a wild goose chase to locate a forgotten and virtually unknown town.
Half-Rats’ doubts were abated somewhat when the publican shews his utmost sincerity – albeit in a strange and effusive manner – and draws him a rude map.