Dark and gloomy, the dungeon is the ugly underbelly of the castle. A few torches line the black stone walls, throwing a meager light on the iron bars of the cells. The air is damp and still; the only disruptions are the occasional anguished moans and cries from the prisoners.
Dungeon, Inside Castle
prisoner
rat
I am a rat I love to eat crumbs dropped on the floor. I love dark places and scurrying about the castle. The kitchen pantry has the best food.
I bet I'll find some great crumbs down here. Bloody hell. I've been here too long. I could swear that rat just said something. Um, no I didn't, you did... What... what did you say? Guard! Is that you? You're putting me on! No no, it's me the rat down here. How? What? How can you talk? How did you get in here? I have my ways, and we rats can all talk, just I'm too dumb to keep my mouth shut. Alright, alright. I'll play along. A talking rat. No one will believe that. Just like no one believe that I don't belong him. I'm an innocent man. I can't make that judgement, I only come down here every so often to find food.  I don't 'spect no one to believe me anymore. Not even a talking rat. But you could help me and I could take you with me and give you whole loaves of bread. You wouldn't have to scavenge for crumbs ever again. Well... that does sound appealing. What do you have in mind? If you could find the key to this cell, I'd be free. You would need to go find it and bring it back here.