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
court treasurer
a drunk reeling out of the saloon
I am known as the town drunk. I frequent the local pubs on a daily basis and drink beer till my belly is full. I commonly start fights with other patrons and get thrown out of the saloon.
Treasurer! Stop! Hey! We met at that shin dig at the pub last fall! Please! What was your name again? 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!