Deciding not to eat the filth they had given him, Turenne looked around the room. He examined all the prisoners. He could tell which ones held power. They were confident, unafraid and a bit chatty. The others were the weak ones, the ones that didn't dare look up from their own plate. He could smell their fear, he let out a small chuckle. Their fear amused him greatly. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest as he examined the other inmates.