It is dark and eerie, especially because there is only one candle. The candle is low on wax, it will be out soon. The brick walls surrounding the dungeon are scratched with fingernails, moss is growing.
A wet dungeon, Dungeon
cut throat
monk
My days are spent praying and meditating. I have little possessions and try to only think of others. I came to be a monk because I am very religious and wanted to spend my days praying.
I am here to hear your confession before your execution tomorrow my child. I confess to wanting to be free. Come closer monk Please child, only your sins that you have committed in this life so that you may pass into heaven in the next. Flipping through the book, looking for a key to escape I am a monk child, I carry no key, you lie in a windowless dungeon with the only exit through the barracks of the King's Guard.  I am afraid you must get used to your situation - that holy book may afford you some small comfort before the end. Thrashes the book and bangs thresshold. What do you fear? Come closer monk I fear only that there are souls that leave this world without being at peace with either their maker or themselves. I will be at peace once I can wrap my hands around your scrawny neck Then I shall die knowing I have become a martyr, and you will spend eternity having your skin flayed by the Demon Helgrabzub for all eternity. Cool, sounds like a plan now come closer. Lunges for the monk to use as a shield in an attempt to escape My child, you will doom naught but yourself.  Mine is the sacred Albertian Order - the order of sacrifice. Walking towards the doorway, draws sword, while firmly grasping the monk. This man can smell freedom, just down the hallway