If anything he could harvest them for meat and bones. Bone dust was useful in oh so many things. And the eyes! The eyes helped to produce- a clatter of glass, vials were knocked over as one of the rats managed to escape, a fat hare that attempted to follow plugging the hole. It was one way he supposed. Carrying the rodents to a the edge of the woods, and to an empty pit, they were dumped into the earthen hole.
Squatting down to lay various gems and symbols on the earth he clicked his tongue and rattled the bones on his belt. He needed something else, something more. he needed-
"You!" He had only seen movement, not whoever he called, eyes still focused on the various rodents trying to escape then soon to be tomb. "Come here and help me."
Baneful