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Turgon stared at the rat. He agreed with the other, if it were any danger, they probably would already be dead.
He sofly kicked the rat away, as it got closer to him. He had never had anything against rats, but he thought it would be better to keep this one at a distance. His wisdom told him not to start playing with small flee-infected animals. Who knows what diseases it might bear.
"I see no reason to kill this little fellow," Turgon replied to the one who had spoken. "Nor do I see a reason to let it live."
He suddenly found it right next to his own legs. It's fangs were screaming against him, as it prepared to attack it's foe. Having nothing better to do, he lightly gave it a push, so it landed in the third Elfs lap.
"Now we should see some reaction from our cellmate," Turgon said, and mildly grinned at the one under the blankets.
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