A dirty stone room with tables and torture instruments abound.  There's pieces of equipment in various corners of the room.
Dungeon, Inside Temple
executioner
warden
I am the provincial warden whom you don't want to know too well. Under the belt encircling my vast girth, hangs a heavy ring of keys. I eat a lot, and doze most afternoons.
Now now, no need for such harshness. Let the prisoner have some peace before his death.  If you knew what he has done, you would not be nearly so merciful. I know of his war crimes. Aiding the enemy, selling them our secrets and weapons... Nonetheless he shall die a quick and painless death.  And what he did to those poor children!  This scum deserves a fate worse than death if you ask me.  That's why we have these torture implements. Yes, the children... He shall suffer the way he made them suffer!  Indeed!  And if he were to befall an "accident," that wouldn't be so bad would it? Ahh yes.. it would be a shame if we discovered this prisoner clamped with a neck brace tomorrow morning. By accident, of course...  Now you're speaking my language warden! Say, would you mind losing this key for me? We can't help him from his accident if we can't find the key to his cell.. Key?  What key?  I don't remember ever seeing it. Now, let me get a bit drunk. Interrogating this prisoner will be no fun without a bit of wine.  Drink up, it may be a long night!