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
rat
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.
I will kill you. I don't like rats You can...if you can catch me. I will let you live. I know what it feels like to be in close confinement. Imagine though...the world in here is so much bigger for me. It's like a kingdom of my own! I am in this prison for the wrong thing.  What do they say you did? They said that I stole some thing. None of the guards will let me explain my side. What did you supposedly steal? They said I stole food. There is no way for me to fight this. Perhaps if you give them me as penance... I guess that I can try to break out. Here, have my tooth as a lockpick.