This is a plain stone room with many trunks piled high.  There's tables with paper records stacked high along with writing instruments.
Storage room, Dungeon
grandmother
prisoner
I am a prisoner at the current point in my life. I was thrown in here for the wrong things and none of the guards will help me or let me explain my side. There is no way for me to fight this. I guess my only choice is to try and break out. I have a family I need to take care of.
hello dearhow are you Good my little grandson!  I baked you cookies, but the guards took them away as they thought I could be hiding somehting in them! well I manage to escape to this storage room so hopefully I can get some cookies now But what about that guard behind you dearie? sshh he deosn't know I am a prisioner Ok Grandson!  Let us leave here my darling boy! ok let me just hide this *speaking loudly*  Oh, THANK YOU baron, in reward for your ACT OF HEROISM, here is this book.  Let us DONATE IT to the library. ok, lets go I hope you got some extra cookies  *ssshhhh* I mean YES BARON we have many cookies to GIVE TO THE ORPHANS.  *whisper* Play along so the guard does not suspect! ok, they will love them you make the best cookies Yes I do grandson! I mean . . .YES I DO BARON.