The castles dungeon lay buried below the village on the outskirts of the castles garden. Only the guards have access to light, and light is given as a privilege. The interior is stone and smells of mildew and deadly black mold.
Dungeon within a castle, Dungeon
the king
thief
I live alone in a tent in the woods. I steal food from the townspeople and coal from the blacksmith. The village police can not find me to put me in jail.
Don't need anything weighing me down... From where did you get coal in a place like this, thief? It was left here, in this gracious dungeon you set up. Tell me, which scent do you like better: the mildew or the black mold? Silence! Why oh why did I think it within reason to ask a simple question of a low life cur! You and your trickery know no bounds!  Stay back, King! You have lived a spoiled life, without any need to learn to fight. You will lose! Fool! I am king by divine right! You will learn your place, cur! You will learn to respect the disadvantaged and change your ways! If I don't finish this fight, the black mold in here will. Enough! Your threats are as empty as your manner is lacking! You will confess to how this escape tunnel was constructed or you will suffer down here the rest of your natural life! The escape was here before me, and it will be here after me, for no one will know to report it! Bah! I grow tired of this! Shall I call back the Grand Inquisitor or will you save my the time and simply relent now? You cooperation is inevitable, knave! I will never relent! I am unbeatable! Fool! Your stubbornness will be your downfall! Those who refuse to surrender let out the most musical wails of agony when the Inquisitor finally breaks them! And break you, he shall!