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
prisoner
skeleton
I rest in the corner of the prison cell. New prisoners are taken in. In time, they join me in this pile. When I was alive I was brave and fought for my principles. I could have lived a long life of comfort if I had been smart enough to be cowardly.
So you're the new guy 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.