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
rat
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 rat. We are both prisoners here. I am not a prisoner. I am free to scurry about Will you be my only friend before my inevitable death? Sure, here's a gift Very well. I will repay you for this small favor. Why do you choose to scurry in the prisons? Just curious about the people here. You are all so depressing though Well we are all left here to rot and eventually hanged, so how would you feel? I don't know. I'm just a rat looking for food. I don't have to worry about such things Then why don't you go and scurry towards the pantry and bring me more food? Yes, yes. I can do that Thank you little rat. The pantry is down the drain and to the left. Yes, I know. I've lived here my whole life