Well yeah. You try surviving in the Abyss without an eye for opportunities and the balls to grab them. Nocticula's protection doesn't extend to the likes of us, you know.

That's the thing about powerful people's "protection", innit? It only covers the ones who don't really need it in the first place. If you're a street rat, or a fiendish rat... they don't want to hear about you.

That's why rats gotta stick together. 

"Yeah? What's your angle, what's your pitch?"

(Woljif's not gonna yaw anyone's head off, here; that's not how he rolls.)

"You might already be familiar with it."

"Cut to the chase, Horns. Is there gonna be regular food?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I can do that now. For friends and family, anyway."

"All right then. You got yourself a familiar. Long as the food's regular, anyway."

Cool. Abyss, Hell, Material, they're all the same: Everyone's against rats. But sometimes... the rats can make a place for themselves anyway. If they stick together.

And never, ever sell anyone out.