This one is, certainly. It even has a crisp white napkin hung over its forearm and is waiting with the very soul of manners.

"Very well," says Ciri, and turns her attention to the rat. "Bread, cheese, and soup, if you have it; a mug of ale and glass of water for me, and some tea for my friend Lan Wangji, please."

The rate bows, and scampers off, leaving Ciri laughing in a startled sort of way before she turns back to her companion. "This place grows stranger and stranger."