Damp and dingy, the torture chamber contains almost nothing other than some shackles on the wall and a knife. There are no windows. The walls are made of solid concrete and the floor made of wood. Large dark stains are on the floor.
Torture Chamber, Dungeon
wrongdoer
rival
I am a political rival to the sitting king. I am a nobleman of high birth. I am envious of the king's position and prestige. I am scheming ways to depose the king and take the throne for myself.
Hmmm...I suppose you would think I'm here to release you, but not really. I am here to make a deal with you. If you find my terms acceptable, I may free you. If you do not comply with my plan, I will lay the body of your kin next to King Denali's when I am done. Well, me mother was killed by her abductor.  My father died drunk in a ditch, and my village was destroyed during a Minotaur raid.  I have no ties that bind me, but I am willing to nonetheless listen to your plan. Well then, I suppose you would believe that. And I am guessing it will make your one remaining relative even more valuable. Who survives?  I thought all in the village had been flayed alive, then fed to the death lizards of alcatraz? I suppose if your sister was in the village , she might have died as well. My sister . . .  but I thought she had died during childbirth? No, she has been hidden in the secret sisterhood below the castle for a time. She is critical to my plan to depose the king. And while she has been taught her purpose from birth, you were left running wild. My assistant, the roach, is here to record your dimensions for infiltrating the king's masquerade ball where we shall take him down. How is my sister critical to your plan?  Why, I was but a lad of three when they told me she died. Your family is a secret lineage with an Enchantress born every 6th generation. Have you not noticed how easily women fall to your charms? You are a wrongdoer and a trickster, if you were from any other generation in your family, you would be one of the poorest in the kingdom, but you, you have done well enough to draw the ire of the king and to end up in his torture chamber. I can't believe you've never wondered about the extraordinary generosity of every person you meet. I did question why thieving came so easily to me - alright, you have convinced me.  I pledge you my undying loyalty, and shall follow you in your scheme to the bitter end. Then let us go, hold that dear friend and say "To the aracanian sisterhood's hidden vail, deep beneath the earth's shell, fly my soul home." May the night cowl bless you brother, and may the Weasel god smile upon you plan.