Girrigz always hated the place of his people. A true lycanthrope, he’s spent his entire 29 years of life as a wererat, feeling trapped beneath the boots of Korvosa’s people above. More than once, the rebellious wererat snuck up onto the streets to take out his hatred on beggars and other unsuspecting humans, seeing his predations as just revenge. Less than a year ago, he took two silver crossbow bolts from a well-equipped Korvosan Guardsman who came upon him savaging a dockside tramp. Barely escaping with his life, Girrigz has since been a fiery and vocal member of the wererat community, urging his people to strike back against the weak humans above. The lack of reason and cowardice of elder lycanthropes long stifled Girrigz’s warmongering, but the attacks from those above coming in the days since the plague finally gave the savage wererat revolutionary the following he needs. While he lacks the numbers and skill to truly threaten the city above, his blind hatred could easily lead to the deaths of hundreds.