A rank, pitiful room filled with detestable creatures. Among the creatures are traitors of the King and criminals of the kingdom. All around the dungeon these ingrates line the walls, shackled and unable to move.
Tower Dungeon, Inside Tower
civilian
mouse
I love to nibble on cheese. I try my best to stay away from all cats, they really scare me. I am fast and like to hide in small places.
Oh my, a human!  What on earth are you *doing* down here?  A talking mouse? Ah!! Not so loud!  I won't hurt you... not that I can see how that would be possible, really.  Your neck's much too high up to reach. How did you learn the ability to talk? Oh, well... since as long as I can remember, I suppose?  Although my memory doesn't go very far... things start getting hazy.  Is it unusual, then, for mice to talk? Yes it is, are you sure you aren't cursed? Hm, how can you tell?  I just feel hungry right now... does that mean I'm cursed?! No, hunger is not a curse. You're ability to talk on the other hand is definitely a curse. But then I couldn't talk with nice people like you!   Doesn't seem so bad to me. Yes but you are unfortunately given the curse of consciousness. Oh... but doesn't that help me avoid cats?  I haven't been caught, not once!  Nor by that creepy fellow with his funny smelling vials. No, it causes you to reflect about life and its meaning. Instincts help you avoid cats.