Chapter 10 I Smell a RatThe jailer had watched his prisoner since first arriving at the prison. He never saw a Dwarf in his dungeon before this day. The jailer found the Dwarf interesting, particularly now that he had a new roommate.
Arastor sat on his hard wooden bed, eating cold porridge laced with either raisins or bugs, Arastor could not tell which, and stale bread. Every few bites the Ranger would tear off a tiny piece and feed it to the rat that sat beside him on the bunk.
The jailer pointed to the Dwarf's furry friend, "That rat of yours a pet?"
Arastor said nothing. The Dwarf wanted to respond. He had been tormented by this mealy mouth i***t since he arrived at the jail two days ago. It seemed the jailer could not shut up about anything. Arastor kept eating his meal and feeding
