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So Rats were there too. Had been, in fact, since the beginning. 

They had introduced themselves, each in turn, with an identical — and very much inaudible — squeak, then deliberated at length on what name to suggest. Alas, the decision had proven too impactful, its consequences too far-reaching for them to agree upon a suggestion. Which technically shouldn't have been possible, since they shared one mind and therefore had to, by definition, agree on everything. 

Anyway, they were fine with Kleine, even though she was actually pretty big, and not little at all. 

Then the dungeon had been penetrated by its first intruder, and Rats had proven themselves vital in its defeat. While the others, the big, loud, silly ones had provided a distraction, Rats had sneaked past and taken care of the source of the adventurer's power. The one thing all living beings* ([sub][i]*some Eldritch horrors notwithstanding[/i][/sub]) needed. Their sustenance, the fuel with which their bodies ran: [i]food[/i].

The adventurer, for all its sword-wielding prowess, had been careless; ever since it entered the dungeon, its pockets had leaked tiny, golden specs of precious food (bread crumbs), with it being none the wiser. There they lay scattered, left on the dungeon floor for anyone to steal, should they have the courage to do so. And then, without food, how could the adventurer expect to go far at all?
 
Thankfully, Rats were pretty courageous — at least when it came to food — and had thus decided to take it upon themselves to brave the many dangers standing between them and the very first meal in their very short lives. Among the hazards Rats had faced on the way were slimy slippery stuff (grease), slimy sticky stuff (glue), and the many swinging weapons and limbs of their companions.

Also a big rock; it almost got Steve. 

Now, with the adventurer and its food supplies vanquished, Rats made their way back to the others, unified, proud, and — honestly,
pretty much just as hungry as they had been before. 

So, clever and solution-oriented rodents as they were, they quickly scurried over to the one that called itself the Oracle and could make stuff appear out of nowhere. Seeing as it seemed busy with moving stuff around far above where Rats could actually reach, they piled atop each other into one big Leaning Tower of Rat, squeaking and waving their tiny arms frantically in hopes of entering its field of vision. 
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