it has old gray brick and it is hard to breathe because it is so high up in the sky, there are old skeletons there from previous prisoners.
prison room, Inside Tower
traitor
dogs
I was part of a litter owned by a master craftsman. My pack protected his workshop. I was sold to a knight so I could defend his castle. I like warming my bones beside the fire.
I sometimes come in to keep a watch over prisoners like you I am not a criminal though. I was in that traitorious group as a spy for the king.