59th of Spring, 519 AV
A hard, scraping chewing interrupted the early morning silence of Casio's residence as he slept. The man was, as usual, sprawled haphazardly across his bed, with his blankets entwined about his limbs - he wasn't a very peaceful sleeper. Or a very quiet one, either, as a snore rocked his body and seemed loud and gravelly enough to rattle his domicile. Except it wasn't his extremely concerning snoring that was rattling his home, but the extremely large rat that was currently trying to eat its way in through one of the walls.
If one could look into Casio's head and watch him dream, they'd no doubt understand exactly how this affected his subconscious. For randomly within his odd dream of fighting in a concerningly large ring against someone with alarmingly large swords, the fighting ring began to shake as if an earthquake wanted to split it down the center. They could see Casio, in his dream, fly off his feet and into a wall while the audience were flung about in their seats, though his opponent seemed unaffected. In fact, he seemed ready to finish the fight, as he lunged forward with his sword raised, taking full advantage of Casio's downed state to give an almighty downward swing to-
And the man woke before he was beheaded in this odd dream that'd taken such an unfortunate turn, his eyes opening groggily to find that the world around him was still shaking. His drowsy state forced him to take a few precious minutes to process what was going on until he recognized the awful gnawing sound coming from the bottom of one of his walls, where a small hole was quickly growing in size.
It was a petching brat, except its face was larger than any other he'd seen before. And it was going through the wood of his house as if it were paper, ripping it to shreds until it could fit its fat body inside. At this moment, Casio tried to leap up but failed miserably, as he was still tangled in his blanket. He plummed from the bed to the ground and banged his shoulder nice and hard while he watched the large, muscular rat plod its way into his home and go right for one of his boots right across the room.
"Ey, you petchin' piece o' shyke, leave my stuff alone!" Casio roared as he struggled out of his blankets, freeing himself just as the brat got to his boot and grabbed it in its fat mouth. He got to his feet and looked around the room before he ran to one of the two chairs he had. Why he went straight for the chair instead of the rat itself, he couldn't say, but it seemed like a good idea in hindsight as he picked up the seat and threw it at the retreating Sunberthan rat, overshooting it slightly to land between it and its rat-made hole.
It immediately dropped the shoe and turned back to Casio with a hiss, standing still enough and raising its hackles high enough to make it seem much bigger than any other brat Casio had seen. "Gods, you're a big lad..."