The slave quarters are a dark and foul smelling stone room where men are chained shoulder to shoulder against one another until work needs to be done.   There's a large bucket of slop that comes through and the slaves are allowed to feed themselves briefly.
Slave quarters, Inside Tower
police
a tribesman
My tribe is my life. We gathering, hunt and sing. I live a free man, not hiding behind a wall.
Aren't you still? yes still was a policeman.i hate making mistake So I see, well I am a tribesman even being stuck here my tribe is still my life. how can i help? Well I would imagine you would like to leave here the same as I? sorry i can't be tribesman..because i like to be work as policeman We seem to have a bit of a language barrier here? yeah,might be I see, I guess I will try and find a way out of these chains by myself then... do you know any bad neighborhood I do not, I live outside. no problem,if you see any bad neighborhood you inform to me