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
farmers wife
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.
Well what do we have here? Hello yourself. Do you know which way they've brought my husband? He got hauled in for public drinking. Again. I cannot say that I do as I am stuck in here myself. You mean you never even see the guards? Well I have seen no one cross my path. Fair enough. What did you get put away for? To be honest you are the first person to even be interested in hearing me out, someone has framed me for a crime I did not commit. Well, until I can find a guard to show me around, I have some time. And I'm in no hurry to find that drunkard I married... What's your story? It would seem that perhaps my brother has tried to pin a murder on me, jealous of my higher standing in life than his. It's awfully dark in here. I can't hardly see your face... How did he frame you? Well you see we happen to be twins, so he made sure to be spotted. Probably with some sort of evidence on him?