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.
Yeah...he looked angry..kind of like he wanted to hurt someone. I was worried about that. He's been scaring me all day, threatening to torture me. Oh Lord! That is awful! Let's break bread together! It is all I have to offer! It may not be much, but it will keep me from starving. Thank you, my friend! I got an idea. I know I am little, but if I scurry and use my tail just right, I can knock down that weapon. When the guard comes you can use it to protect you.  Rat! What would I do without you, you are brilliant! Hey! I might be little, but we rats run this dungeon.  This weapon will work great! I'll be home by nightfall! Yay! Do you need the torch to find your way? Oh rat, you are so very helpful! I will always remember you! I am happy I could help you. Those guards think they run this joint. They are fools. I hope you see your family soon.  I hope so, too! Thank you, dear friend!