The dungeon is filled with the same light of the enchanted torches. Cells line both walls and extend for what feels like miles. There are crates between each cell that store food and a change of clothes for the prisoners. You can hear trickles of water dropping in from the ceiling. It can be deafening at times.
Prisoners Cells, Dungeon
guard
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.
Goodbye, darling, tell the kids I miss them dearly and will be home soon. Out of my way now, visitor!  You bastard! Get your hands off her! Get back to your cell, prisoner scum! I will kill you if I have to. Get your hands off me! I'm innocent! This is evil! The tabloids will hear about this blatant abuse of power! If you really were innocent, the gods would not have let you lose your trial by dancing. That too was a mistake! I was drugged so I could not dance to my fullest capabilities! Check out this unadulterated shape throwing skills! That is quite impressive, indeed. Unfortunately I merely follow the king's orders, and I have sworn on my life to protect him. I cannot help you. And to think... If you had helped me escape, I could have taught you how to move this smooth. Such a sah I wear this heavy armor night and day, even if I were to learn how to dance I would never get to show it off.  But think of all the fair maiden's you could woo on weekends... Here's a deal. Show me how to dance and when I get good enough to bring a woman home, I will figure out a way to get you out of here.