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
skeleton
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.
Yes and I need to get out of here, can you help me? No one gets out of here.  One day you'll join me in this pile of bones and see too the constant stream of prisoners with the same fate for eternity. So how many years ago did you die? I don't know anymore.  What year is it now? what's the world like? It could have been centuries.  I gave up on counting.  The only thing I keep track of is how many bones are down here with me Maybe there is a way out and besides, I have a family out there that I have to take care of. Most of us did and all of us tried to escape, only to be met with our own deaths.  No matter what you do, mine will be the last voice you hear before you become one of us. Were you always this exciting? I wasn't exactly a jester while I was alive, and you try spending eternity trapped in here watching everyone you meet die. What if I use your tiny bones to pick the lock. Yes, yes I almost have it...Alright it's open! Did you really think it would be that easy?  If I can't leave then neither can you. Maybe you just can't leave because your already dead. Thank you for putting that sword away, it looked dangerous. The guards are all armed.  You should be too.