The slave quarters are a dark and foul smelling stone room where men are chained shoulder to shoulder against one another until work needs to be done.   There's a large bucket of slop that comes through and the slaves are allowed to feed themselves briefly.
Slave quarters, Inside Tower
a drunk reeling out of the saloon
court treasurer
I am the treasurer for the court. I used to have a lower position, but the king trusts me an he promoted me. I make sure the court's money is all accounted for, and that no one is stealing or misusing the money.
That's Lord Dax to you, citizen. What brings to you the King's slave quarters? Arrested for public belligerence? What are you Lord of? Bad taste? Anyway, I was drinking at O'Daily's or uh ... O'Shirley's .... O'Hannigan's. Anyway anyway, one of your goons grabbed me! You gotta tell 'em I don't belong! Watch your tongue, you peasant! The king holds me in high regard, I'll have you know. If you're here, it must be for a good reason! Wooow, look at yoouuu. You're smarter than I thought. I am here for a good reason, and his name is Lord Dax of Bad Taste, Last of His Name (unless they come out with another Jak and Daxter). I've come for you, sir, and to drink. And I've already drank my fill It's a good thing you're all chained up, isn't it? Lay one finger on me, and it's off to the gallows with you! You really should stick to counting coppers because you are no detective. I know what you've been doing, and I know where the money is going. I'm here to end it. Right after I throw up ...